Random Chaos

Raze City (1,784)

Everywhere I glance is met with utter nothingness as I run from shadowy forms that are trying to pull me into the black abyss. The longer I run the clearer the berates of continuous whispers grow, all spewing venom and curses at once. Each syllable threatens to snap my focus from the path I can't even see. Suddenly I feel a swarm of hands connect, ripping at the fabrics of my clothes and tearing into my skin. I can feel myself being swallowed by the encroaching abyss, just at the last moment I jolt upwards, gripping at my chest tightly.

Shaking off the lingering nightmare shutter, I feel cold sweat clinging to my drenched shirt. With a heavy sigh I roll over to stare at the bright red numbers on my clock, nearly 5am. Sighing heavily as I rise from my bed and ready for a morning run. It'll be my first run in this new city, it should be entertaining. This place is known for being dangerous to ordinary civilians, luckily I don't fall into that category. My genetics had me excluded from such a luxury.

30 minutes along the route I come across something rather annoying. Five men in black leather jackets stand in two groups on both sides of the trail, facing inward towards two women that are hugging eachither slightly. The men around then have a tough looking air around them, all with tattoos, ripped jeans, and boots. Hell some of them actually seem to be holding beer bottles.
The two women however are dressed for a night out, wearing sparkly dresses and high heels, with one carrying her shoes in her hand as if tired from walking. They have no buisness being this close to the woods at night, let alone even in this area done up like that.
They appear uneasy, standing close together and leaning toward each other, while some of the men look at them or gesture in conversation. Clearly this is gonna become my problem soon, as they all are blocking my way forward.
I should mind my own and not get involved but something in me has other plans. I shift my course, aiming to collide full run into both men at once. I brace myself and slam into the one closest to the girls, knocking him into the guy next to him. Both men flail backwards in shock, recovering themselves quickly as their buddies rushed to their side.

"I have no time for talking." I growl out annoyed as the men shift their focus to me. "You all are in my way." I move quickly, grabbing the closet guy I can reach and hurl him sideways into another.

The three others try to jump at me all at once from behind, only to meet my foot to their faces instantly. In one spin I knock them out, their bodies dropping like stones.

The first guy I slammed into charges at me pointlessly, I catch him by the throat and squeeze tighter. Foolish man going after someone taller then himself, I am six foot even and this man barely reaches my chest.

I laugh as his struggle slows a bit more, "Azarai, remember my name. Spread it far so that the weak will run from me and the strong will hunt me out." I laugh lightly, dropping the leader to fall to his ass.

I watch the lot of them flee before turning and walking away, completely enjoying the sensation of beating them. Nothing else gives my life meaning more then being better then whoever I face. As the feeling fades however, echoes of how worthless I really am play on a loop once more. Kicking the ground as I walk further away from the scene that once was worth something.

I hear the ladies calling out to someone, their voices still laced with panic and shock. Whoever is coming to their aid must be important for them to shout so loud. I feel a presence suddenly closing in behind me and I tense for a split second.

Just before the intruder could touch me, I had their wrist in my grasp. Pinning their arm behind their back as I yank them around. A small frame now pressed against me, I look down at the girl who is now cringing against me. When her eyes meet mine, fear takes root in her body. Her eyes glued to mine, ever widening with her panic.