Prologue
Hello guys, so this is a reboot of the last author's former story, he handed me his account to rewrite his story due to an incident. Now he gave it specifically to me because he could not continue it, and he thought since I was a better author than him in his opinion, he trusted me to make an even better piece of literature than his, I hope you guys like it, and enjoy. (I hope I make him proud.)
It was this time of the night again.
His loud footsteps echoed loudly through the gloomily dark alleyway, second only to the huffs and grunts that he made as he dodged a trash can that was knocked over by the hooded figure he was chasing. "Shit!", he whispered to himself, almost slamming into the said trash can had he not jumped out of it's way.
The Umbreon-morph's rage and speed rose with every time his legs struck the wet pavement, almost falling over as his boots screeched while he took a sharp turn, still on the pursuit after the hooded person.
Time seemed to go off in slow motion as he leapt into the air, moving his right knee to the front as it neared his target's head. As he was approaching the ground, his knee finally reached the figure's head, a loud crunch sounding off as the morph slammed his knee to the back of the hoodlum's head, cushioning his fall as he dropped on the figure, who fell before him thanks to the sheer force of the attack.
Rolling off the downed person, the morph, named Zeke, mercilessly smashed his foot into the hoodie's covered face, not only making blood squirt everywhere, but also making his hood fly off his head. With clenched teeth, he slowly grabbed the now recognizable person's collar and lifted him into the air, his fist ready to kill. The moment however, died quickly as he was interrupted by a throwing knife flung his way, at maximum force, missing his head by an inch. "Damn….I missed.", Grumbled a tall, buff Houndoom-morph as he approached from the shadows.
The concrete scrunched and crunched as he was followed by a gang of four, wearing almost the same attire as the guy that was being beat up.
"For fucks sake..", Mumbled Zeke, taking in a deep breath as he threw the man he was holding away, onto the hard, blood-stained pavement.
"I see you brought the whole gang with you Scar..", Scowled the morph as he cracked his knuckles, staring at their apparent leader 'Scar'.
"Them? You saw nothing, and you won't live long enough to meet the rest.", Stated Scar defiantly, taking a step forward as he held his hands together, outlining a long scar that grazed his palm. "Boys? Make this quick.", Commanded Scar as he snapped his fingers, two of them already nearing the outnumbered morph.
"Fighting dirty again, are we? Old habits die hard I presume. Too bad I came prepared this time." Mocked Zeke with a sly grin as he flipped two chrome plated desert eagles out of the holsters strapped to his thighs, immediately taking shots from both guns, striking the first in his throat, while the other got hit in his knee.
He chuckled at the sight of the first, as he was choking on his own blood after he stopped dead in his tracks. He walked over to the other, who was curled up in a ball holding his bleeding knee in agony. "I used to be a thug like you, then I took a bullet to the knee, exactly like yourself!" Exclaimed Zeke with a mocking grin, crouching down to the bleeding hoodlum after dropping both guns back into their holsters, placing his hand on the handle of a knife that was placed in it's sheath, which in turn was strapped to his right leg.
"Nah, just messing with you. I'd never go this low.", Said the morph once again with a grim change of demeanor, skillfully sliding the knife out of it's sheath with a flip, catching it gracefully without injuring himself. Closing his eyes, he forcefully stabbed the man in the stomach, pulling the knife out as quickly as it went in, and wiped the blood that covered it.
"Your turn now..." Hissed Zeke at the remainder of the group as one of them fainted, the other running away with fear.
"Why you….little..bitch." Choked out Scar with a hint of fear as his short-lived shock became full-on rage, smacking his fists together as he spat towards the other morph. "I'll fuck you up you lil' prick!"
"Gimme your best shot pea-brain." Replied Zeke, a jump in his move as he got up and took a fighting stance, his knife ready to shed blood.
Without a second word, Scar approached Zeke with amazing speed as he almost elbowed the Umbreon-morph's shoulder had he not jumped out of his way. Retaliating, Zeke managed to land a blow to the surprised morph's spine.
"Quick as ever I see…you nasty little brat.." Stated Scar through clenched teeth as he staggered from the blow earlier. Taking a second to whip out a switchblade from his pockets.
"No, It's just that you're becoming an old coot, yet you think you can still fight." Mocked Zeke as he failed to punch the larger morph, as Scar easily blocked the strike with both arms. "Old?! You hit the nerve fuckwad, now I'm really going to fuck you up senseless, feed your flesh to the rats." Threatened the Houndoom as he pressed the button on his knife, a shiny blade springing out of the handle, still leaving Zeke unfazed.
With a burst of speed, Zeke silently delivered an uppercut to Scar's chin, making him walk back a bit, but didn't stop there as he kicked him in the gut, following it by kneeing him in the nuts, forcing Scar to his own knees. "Maybe if you shut the hell up and fight instead, your dreams might have had a chance." Mocked Zeke with a frown as he held the dazed morph's head to the back, crouching down to his level as he continued with his speech, Scar in too much pain to reply. "I mean you already can't fight worth shit, why talk as well?" Ended Zeke as he sent the blade in his hand into Scar's chest, his eyes widening as he felt a sharp pain in his gut at the same moment.
Backing off, he fell on his backside as he stared at the motionless scar, not locating his switchblade. With clenched teeth, he put a hand on his abdomen as he felt a handle, raising his hands to eye level only to see a blood covered palm. Blood continued to pour out as Zeke refused to move, as each millimeter sent pain jolting through his nerves. He slowly lost feeling as his head hit the blood-stained ground, blacking out in a puddle of his own blood.
Cliff hanger! Well, it's the end of this chapter, I'll work on chapter two as soon as I get to it, till then, have a good weekend.
