Prologue:
'Kill… I must kill this bastard… they murdered my mother in front of me…
Dammit, it hurts to move. I shouldn't have tried to confront it. I mean of course it's strong, why wouldn't it?! It looks like a manifestation of what death looks like! *cough*'
Blood splatters on the broken and cracked concrete straight from the mouth of the teenager currently laying on the ground. The creature of pure pitch-black shadows continued to rampage through the city. No screams were even heard, people died as soon as their breath was heard.
"I have to kill that shadow-fucker even if I die trying…"
The bruised teen got up shakily as he tried yelling at the hulking shadow monster.
"Hey, emo-bitch!"
The shadow creature slowly stopped and turned around, noticing the teen for a split second then immediately after turning around and stomping a person to death. The person's guts not even having time to splatter before being smashed into the dirt.
The teen was starting to get annoyed, clenching his fist so hard it drew blood. One would assume it was because of the powerlessness he felt watching this creature slaughter many innocents and not being able to stop it, no.
He wanted blood, he wasn't even sure if the shadow creature had bodily fluids but he was gonna kill this shadow beast.
He started to walk, struggling with each step he moved forward. Black hair started to even grow splotchy with ash from the fires around him and his own blood. Three steps in he collapsed to one knee.
'Dammit! MOVE!'
He forced himself to get back up, almost him moving slightly faster as if his broken bones and other injuries were non-existent. One could say that it was adrenaline, but many forget that bloodlust and hatred are arguably better motivators.
Shadow beast at this point had levelled a city block within the short span of time it has been rampaging, visibly growing more erratic as it did so. Swinging its massive pitch black fists at a small building in hopes of killing more people that were inside.
The teen started to turn red with rage and threw a rock at the monster yelling:
"STOP IGNORING MEEEEEEE!"
The very second the rock collided with the shadow beast…
The teen stared death in the face, "What do you finally wanna stop ignoring-"
A bone-cracking punch to the ribs came from the monstrosity and a thunderclap roared from the sheer power of the blow. Somehow, even by pure luck the teen got up from the wall he got embedded into, arms were broken… and barely being able to stand, even more so covered in blood…
The sheer lust for blood is keeping this teenager alive.
"Is that all you got bitch!?"
The shadow beast just stood, not moving an inch.
'Is he mocking me?' He clenched and ground his teeth harder in anger…
"It is quite astounding that that kid is alive… I wonder when I should intervene?"
"Stop ignoring me…"
'Ooh the kids getting angry'
'I can barely move though… MOVE DAMMIT!'
'Hope he doesn't collapse, I wanna see this stud in action'
"Why did you kill my mother…"
The creature either chose not to answer or couldn't, nonetheless nothing was uttered. The creature almost seemed simple in nature, as if it couldn't perform complex actions including lots of thinking. Even then… why did it seem to just stare at the teenager? Its nearly 20-foot frame dwarfing the teenager immensely it should be able to kill-
"ANSWER ME DAMMIT! WAS IT JUST MY MOTHER?! OR DID YOU ALSO MERCILESSLY KILL MY DAD?!"
The teenager tightened his already bloody and broken hands to the point where the heat being produced from the pressure felt like a scorching fire.
He continued almost visibly oozing bloodlust, "WHY DID YOU CHOOSE TO KILL MY PARENTS OUT OF ALL PEOPLE? ARE YOU TARGETING ME OR SOMETHING?"
No reply…
'Well that's interesting, he must have awakened somehow…'
"WELL, IT DOESNT MATTER BECAUSE IM GOING TO MAKE YOU BLEED OR DIE TRY-"
He collapsed in pain, coughing up copious amounts of blood. The creature turned away… and began to walk off. He got up still coughing blood, and ran at the beast. Hand cocked, with what appears to be a black-ish flame covering his fist.
"I WILL MAKE YOU BLEED!"
Hand made contact with the pitch black-ish skin of the monster. It didn't appear to hurt the beast in the slightest.
"Now is the right time, I have seen enough"
Death… the teen could feel his consciousness slipping, he survived a few hits from the beast, but one more would kill him. That was what approached him, that final punch from the shadow beast that killed his parents, was about to kill him.
He felt humiliated and angry…
Now he is going to see his parents in the afterlife…
*Slash*
Split in half was the shadow beast and then the man who somehow had an arm that morphed into a sword then morphed his other hand into a gun and fired…
No trace of the monster that wailed on him and in front of nineteen-year-old Hen Hito was a man of seemingly unparalleled power…