Gloves

Gloves

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Last published Fri, Oct 10, 2025

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She's fifteen. She's tired. She's dangerous. Hiroko Ren Hinata--code name Defiance--has spent five years as an apprentice to one of the city's most feared villains. Between school, secret missions, and protecting her family from the Syndicate's wrath, she's barely holding it together. When a high-stakes bank job goes sideways and a new League apprentice forces her to confront the cost of her choices, Hiroko must decide what kind of villain she really is--and whether she can ever escape the life she never chose. Gloves is a six-part story about power, loyalty, and the bruises we hide behind masks. If the combined views on all six published parts is 100 or more, I will continue writing the story.

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The final, searing sting of humiliation was the last grain of sand in an hourglass of torment. For Hiroki, it wasn't just a feeling; it was the key to a cage of a monster sleeping he didn't know that existed. The world, once a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds, shattered into a mosaic of broken glass, each shard reflecting a distorted, hateful face. The laughter of his tormentors echoed not just in his ears, but in the marrow of his bones, a vile symphony that awakened something ancient and ravenous within him. It was a hunger that had been dormant, fed on the bitter meals of every insult and failure. Now, it roared to life. This wasn't a human anger; it was a primal, monstrous thing, a beast forged in the abyssal darkness of his subconscious. It gnawed at the edges of his sanity, its voice a gravelly whisper promising retribution, not just for the present moment, but for a lifetime of pain. The world went silent, then it began to change. His skin stretched taut over muscles that swelled and bulged, a grotesque parody of strength. Veins, black as spilled ink, snaked across his body, pulsing with a terrible energy. His hands, once clumsy and hesitant, curled into talons that yearned to rend and tear. His teeth sharpened, his jaw dislocating with a sickening pop as his mouth widened into a rictus of silent fury. His eyes, once a soft brown, became twin pools of molten gold, burning with an unholy light. In their depths, there were no tears, no fear, only the chilling reflection of the monster he was becoming. The boy, Hiroki, was gone, his consciousness a tiny, trapped bird in a body that was no longer his own. It was a vessel for the beast, and the beast, born of his choices and his pain, was finally free. Its first act would be to show them all that the consequences of their cruelty were not theirs to bear alone, but would be shared by everyone who had ever stood by and watched. A Monster is Born. He is Coming

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