Indebted - Adventure In Action

I - When the Prey Turns Predator [BadAss Reads]

I - When the Prey Turns Predator [BadAss Reads]

Khumo's latest mission was no different from a cat and mouse chase, it seemed. Crescere had tasked him with hunting and eliminating the notorious London gangster known by many as the Predator. Finding him was a nightmare because the man had eyes and ears all over the city, so he was always one step ahead. Khumo was almost convinced that he would never find the Predator, until he came across something quite concerning.

The Predator had a string of murders that followed him, a list of people he no longer wanted alive. Khumo was on that list, and the only one left alive on it. He had come close to capturing him that time, but instead was greeted with this shocking information. It seemed that Khumo's presence in London disrupted a lot of his plans, and the Predator wanted to rid himself of that disruption.

Initially, Khumo was a bit scared of being hunted by the entirety of London's underworld, but that gave him an idea. He had all of the city's eyes on him and he could use that to draw the Predator out. So, Khumo got to work, making sure that every failed assassination attempt on him was a message sent to the Predator. The bodies that he sent back told the gangster that he had to take matters into his own hands.

Eventually, Khumo felt that he had gotten his attention and all he had to do was simply get himself into position. He now found himself in an abandoned warehouse, well aware that the Predator was not far behind. "Any minute now..." Khumo muttered to himself as he sat in the darkness and soon enough the large doors opened to allow the moonlight through. On the threshold of the door was the man himself, London's most feared.

"So the Predator does exist, I was starting to think it was an old wives tale." Khumo uttered as he stepped into the light, a blank expression on his face. "If you want some shit done right, you gotta do it yourself." The Predator said as he walked in, but he was far from alone. Behind him were six more men, all with the same mission. "Don't you think six niggas is excessive? I'm just one guy, after all." Khumo said jokingly as he put his hands up in mock surrender, well aware he was annoying the man before him.

"Oh, I don't just wanna kill you, I wanna make an example outta you. Nobody fucks around with the Predator and lives to tell the tale!" The Predator exclaimed, his anger slightly boiling over. Khumo's hand touched his hip but his enemies had a similar idea and were just a second faster. A bullet swiftly pierced Khumo's left thigh, earning a groan of pain, but it could not slow him down. He still leapt back into the darkness, hoping to avoid the oncoming storm of bullets.

The Predator was shocked at how Khumo could still move that quickly despite the injury, but he was confident that wherever he was, he was no different from a wounded animal. However, what he did not expect was what transpired soon after. One of his men fell to the ground with a groan, blood leaking from his head. This was a shock, but not enough for the Predator to lose his composure. He was still confident in his odds.

"Wherever you're hiding, I know you're hurt, it's only a matter of time, Tetra!" He called into the darkness, but Khumo instead came from behind, landing on the backs of one of the large men to stab him in the neck. Blood gushed out of the wound as the man was drowned by his own bodily fluid. "I don't know about all that, but I'mma let you cook." Khumo commented as the five remaining men stared in horror while he wiped the blood off of his face. The Predator's associates snapped out of their shock and took this chance to apprehend Khumo, firing more bullets towards his arms and legs, most of which hit their target for once.

"GAH!" He yelled out. Perhaps he had gotten a bit too comfortable. His opposition wasted little time in further assaulting him, opting to merely kick him around like he was a wild animal. This was the example the Predator wanted, the suffering he wanted to cause Khumo.

Khumo thought in between his groans, did he truly need to use it? He had gotten arrogant and put himself in a predicament, he had no other option. "Fuck it!" Khumo exclaimed as multiple arms and legs grew out of his midsection in a catapult fashion, striking the men with plenty of force to send them flying all around the warehouse. Some dead, some barely alive.

Now, only the Predator remained. "W-what the fuck are you...?" He asked as he stepped backwards, his gun aimed at Khumo. He noted forward as well, the bullets popping out of his body to allow his wounds to start healing. "I'm not quite sure myself, to be honest." Khumo replied and the Predator began shooting, but he had wasted his entire magazine on the wind. Khumo was already behind him and before he could react, his neck was swiftly twisted.

"Your reign over London's done, Predator."

With that Khumo, placed two fingers into his right ear. "What's the next mission? The Predator's dead."

The mission was complete, but not as cleanly as he would have preferred. Regardless, it had consumed much of his time, so Khumo was glad to know that it was all over now. He could now move on to the next step to becoming normal.