The humid night air clung to War's skin, thick and suffocating, making it hard to breathe even before the chaos erupted. The distant sounds of the bustling city filled the night, car horns blaring, muffled laughter spilling out from nearby bars, and the occasional screech of tires.
But amidst all that noise, War's world had narrowed down to the parking lot, to the three men surrounding him, and to the sharp pain that followed each hit.
War's body throbbed with pain, each breath a struggle as he leaned against an SUV, trying to gather his bearings. His vision blurred, but through the haze of pain and confusion, he locked eyes with the one person who stood out like a dark omen.
Garret Song.
That smug, self-entitled face that brought down the tragic YinMark's story was unmistakable.
"Garret," War muttered, wiping a trail of blood from his lip, his voice hoarse. Of course, it's you.
Garret Song and his cronies circled him like hyenas, their laughter echoing off the walls of the dimly lit parking lot. War's ears rang with their mocking voices.
"Look at this poor bastard, back for more!" Garret sneered, stepping closer, his eyes glinting with malice. "You've got the worst luck, War. Always endin' up at my feet. Bloody and broken. Guess you didn't learn your lesson two years ago, huh?"
War's stomach churned with the memory. The last time he'd crossed paths with Garret, it had almost cost him his life. And now, here he was again, caught in the same twisted game.
One of Garret's lackeys spat on the ground near War's feet, shaking his head in mock pity.
"You always end up like this, huh? You should just stay down and let us finish the job."
The insults kept coming, but War was barely listening. His thoughts spiraled back to that out-of-body experience he had years ago, the one triggered by the same man standing before him.
He remembered the sensation of hovering above his own body, a cold dread creeping in as he feared that this time, he might wake up as someone else entirely—or worse, that Mark or someone else's soul might crawl to claim his body once more.
The thought sent a chill down his spine, and he winced as another kick landed in his side, sending him reeling.
Garret's mocking laughter cut through his haze. "You think you're tough now? My dad can pull me out of any hole I dig, and you better believe I'm going to keep coming back for you. You think this is over just because you got lucky once? I'm still pissed about you sleeping with my girl, you sneaky rat sameerat!"
War sighed, forcing himself to focus through the pain.
"Look, I've changed, okay? I'm not that same guy you remember. I'm really sorry about your girlfriend—like, truly. To prove my sincerity, I've even given up dating women!" His tone was sarcastic, a hint of playful defiance creeping in despite the circumstances.
Garret's face twisted with disgust. "Then you're more disgusting you little fag!," he spat, venom lacing his words. War couldn't help but roll his eyes, the accusation falling flat against the backdrop of his actual predicament.
War's patience, already thin, snapped. "Oh, please, Garret," he shot back, a sarcastic grin spreading across his face.
"Look at you! You're like a poorly made replica of a sphinx that has his nose weathered down in too many sand storms. No wonder your girlfriends cheated on you; they probably thought they made a cheap purchase." He threw his head back, mock-laughing.
"Seriously, how tragic do you have to look for someone to ditch you for, what was it again? A 'disgusting faggot'? Dude, that's rough. Maybe ask daddy senator to fork over some cash for plastic surgery. You'll need a whole stash, though, because, trust me, a complete overhaul won't come cheap."
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