Bloody Hunger - Prologue
9:30pm, November 9th, 2024
Zack Martin had only seen this side of his brother once before.
Red eyes, flared nostrils, a glare that could pierce the heavens, and a fist, clenched till white, raised above his head. It was a terrifying sight, yet it was something that Zack had expected as the first reaction from Cody after ten years of estrangement.
His little brother was pissed.
Gulping and loosening his black tie, Zack grinded his teeth together and made a quick glance backwards. Deniero, the target, had turned tail long ago, a single silhouette against the night scenery of Boston.
He swore inwardly. Fuck.
The mission would have to wait.
After years of watching his brother from the shadows, Zack was more than aware of the hell that Cody, a far cry from the sniveling dorky kid that he once was eighteen years ago, could raise against those that irritated him. It was testament to Cody's reliability that he hardly ever failed in his missions.
Never once, however, had Zack imagined that he'd be caught. Never once did he suspect that he would one day be subject to said hell. A part of Zack was tempted to just stand resolutely in the path of Cody's bullish charge, while the other screamed for him to get out of the way. The latter was, of course, significantly more sensible.
"Cody!"
Zack shouted out at his younger brother, who, blinded by rage, didn't seem to hear him. Removing his tie completely from his neck, Zack tossed it carelessly to the side, the black silk soaked by dirty water on the ground.
"Let me explain!"
Cody let out a gutteral, feral growl as he continued his relentless charge, spitting out his next words with utmost ferocity.
"You bloody fucker!"
What happened next was so fast that it took Zack's brain far too long to properly process it.
Skidding on his final steps, Cody twisted his body three hundred and sixty degrees around, spinning on his left leg as he lifted his right. The fist, which had been so tightly clenched just seconds ago, dropped to his side, much to Zack's surprise. Instead, the older of the two men was greeted by the sight of his brother's right leg lifting upwards, his foot, clad in black leather, spinning right towards his face in a nearly graceful arc.
A move was something that a trained practitioner of savate could be proud of. There wasn't any time for Zack to react, to raise his arms to block the attack, or to even take a breath.
The black hard leather shoe smashed into the side of Zack's head, sending him flying like a rag doll towards the brick wall that made the alley where the two brothers were. Yelling out in shock, Zack tried to regain his balance like his training had given him instinct to, but regaining one's balance in mid air was practically impossible. His body hit the bricks painfully, Zack himself cringing as he heard a crack from somewhere on his upper body, the sound shattering the quiet of the Boston night. In an action that was ironically comedic, he slid down from the wall to the dirty ground, leaving behind a noticable indent on the wall.
Cody stood there, breathing heavily, in a fighting stance that still screamed aggression.
What the fuck was that?!
Wincing as he placed his hand on his cheek, Zack relied on his other hand for balance as he stood from where he had awkwardly landed, taking a few seconds to readjust his disoriented brain to his surroundings. Shaking his head to clear the fogginess that had started to set into his vision, Zack lifted his hand from his face and looked at his palm.
Blood.
Zack looked up at his angry brother, the sudden clarity giving him an epiphany with regards to handling the situation.
The rains continued pouring down from the heavens.
Cody needed one thing right now. He needed to blow off some steam. Thankfully, Zack was more than equipped for this kind of situation.
"If you really want to play it like that, Codes…"
Zack allowed his black suit jacket to slide off his shoulders as he tossed the garment to the side. Ignoring the urgent beeping of his wristwatch and the scalding hot pain that flooded his left shoulder, Zack placed himself in an attacking stance, fists clenched, elbows horizontal.
He grinned.
"Let's play."
Author's Note - Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Blood Hunger, a new story idea I recently had with regards to this fandom. There's going to be a lot of action and drama, so if you're the kind of reader who enjoys action mixed with family conflict and resolution, this is the story for you. Stick around and review when you can.
~SUITELIFEFAN