Dang Convergence Vol. 1

Chapter Thirteen The Calm Before The Storm, Pt 3

Chapter Thirteen

The Calm Before The Storm, Pt 3

Dang vanished in a blur while the guns went off, bullets pelting against the wall he'd been previously leaning against. The thugs ceased fire once they realized he wasn't there anymore and then they spun around, appearing rather panicked.

"Where the hell did he go?!" one demanded.

Dang reappeared then, dashing out of the shadows and taking down one thug before vanishing into the shadows once more. The others spun around, the hands holding their weapons quivering now.

"The hell is this freak?!"

"Freak sounds about right," Dang spoke out of the shadows. A thug spun in his direction and fired without warning. The bullet hit Dang in the chest and bounced right off him harmlessly, dropping to the ground.

He stepped out of the shadows then, eyes glowing.

"Shoot him!"

The thugs moved as if to pull down on the triggers of guns and found out, only in that moment, that they were no longer holding onto their guns. Dang wasn't in front of them anymore either.

A clattering sound filled the room and they spun around to see their guns crashing to the ground, Dang sitting on a couch now, legs crossed, a gentle smile on his face. Paul was still in the game, having somehow not yet been disturbed by the sound of gunfire. Perhaps he was under the impression all the gunfire was coming from the game he was in. If so, he would be in for a shock when he got done with his game and saw the mess that had been made thus far in his gaming room.

"Tell me," Dang began, speaking calmly. "Why do you want him dead?"

As he'd expected, the thugs had no intention of answering questions. None of them ever did. They simply snarled furiously and pulled out knives and daggers that had previously been hidden away. They charged at him.

Dang sighed. "Let me get this straight. The guns didn't work so you're going to try knives?"

A thug roared and leaped at Dang. But he simply collided into the couch, Dang having dashed to his feet at the last second. Dang grabbed the thug on the couch by a foot, then hurled him at the others who were still charging.

They all stepped aside and let their comrade hit the ground hard. Then they continued their charge. Knives and daggers keep swiping and stabbing at him from every direction. He could have let the blades touch him so the thugs would be frightened at the sight of their blades bending or shattering upon contact with him, but he preferred to make it clear they'd be unable to lay a hand on him unless he intended otherwise.

He dodged every stab and slash with incredible ease and when he finally got fed up of the thugs being in such close proximity to him, he started to counter, landing devastating blows that sent thug after thug flying, possibly even cracking a few bones in the process. He expected that, at this point, they would have realized they weren't on his level and would turn on their heels and flee. But no, the thugs got back up and started to come at him again.

"You guys look like you can take a beating," he said, intending it as a compliment. "That's great."

He went at the thugs too. They seemed more motivated now and a couple actually managed to land solid punches, although they hadn't realized he'd resonated with his ring and upon hitting him, they were met with cracking sounds that indicated they'd broken their hands. This was followed by them dropping to their knees, clutching their broken hands and screaming in agony.

Dang tore through the thugs and only stopped when he heard a whimper. He turned around to see a thug was holding Samantha now, a dagger pressed dangerously against her neck. This thug had his mask off. His black hair was wild, as were his eyes. His lips were cut and bloodied, and his nose broken, blood trickling out of it