One of the thugs wearing a nose ring had endured Zach's bullshit for long enough.
He charged in baring a metal pipe with killing intent.
Zach's body tensed.
The thug came in for a swing, Zach side-stepped, hitting the thug square in the jaw with his fist.
*CRACK*.
"AArrggghhh"
The thug staggered backwards clutching his broken jaw as Zach stood there with a blank expression.
"Told you so..".
The group of thugs waisted no time charging at him with their weapons, Zach steadied himself, looking at his surroundings.
The alley way was packed with goons, dimly lit by a pair of hydrogen bulbs above.
Zach danced through the lot, dodging a swing from a thug by a hairs breath. before his could counter another swing hit him square in the head.
*Bam*
Blood trickled down his for head as a thud grabbed him by the waist, Zach waisted not time using his leg to hit the man in the groin.
The poor fellow instantly passed out and Zach back peddled away from the group, blood painting his face as the wound on his fore head bled.
What was the point in fighting like this?, why do the stong pick on people no matter how weak they are?, No matter how strong a person is, greed.. why Is it always present?.
Zach weaved passed a thud elbowing him at the back of his head following a spinning kick to another guy's side blasting him across the alley into a nearby trash bin.
He sighed..
Zach was tired of this, he was already exhausted, but would the bandits listen to his pleas if he actually begs?.
He caught a thugs metal pipe aiming for his side, delivering a powerful punch to his core, the thug staggered backwards.
Before Zach could recover from the counter, a base ball bat landed on his face shattering into bits.
The thugs instantly used his momenteral confusion to grab him, some wraped their arms around his waist some held his hand firm, he struggled in a cross position as the brute watched from behind.
"I'll admit" he spoke as he walked closer towards the struggling Zach.
Bam*
A powerful punch landed an Zach gut, rupturing his Insides in a second. He gagged, blood dripping down from him mouth.
"You are pretty strong.."
Zach gritted.
"But not stong enough"
"Hmm, if I recall... Now I did promise you that I'd break your jaw didn't I ?" He smirked.
Zach spat on the brute face.
"do your worst.."
The spit landing square on the brutes forehead with a splat.
The brute glanced at Zach's grin with disdain.
"Oh I plan to.." he spoke.
A thug begin him kicked his knee joint hard, pushing him on his knees.
The brute loomed above him with a cheeky expression.
"Just do it you bastard". Zach blurted out.
"....Oh I will..." A cheeky smile formed across the leader's face as he looked down at Zach.
'What the hell is he planning?'
The brute walked away to pick up a bunch of rocks in the distance.
"Ayo let's see how much my accuracy has improved over the years" he rubbed at a rough stone in his hands.
'oh no'
People die everyday..
For what?.
People suffer while others dine in expensive luxury, Zach wasn't unlucky he was just a pawn in the game played by psycopaths.
The powerful sees the masses as mere numbers, one is down?, Easily replaceable, while that just one person can be the most treasured person by someone else.
Is it a crime to be born poor?.
Is it a crime to have a humble beginning?.
It probably is.
At this point Zach face was unrecognizable, bruised, swollen, and battered.
The brute ruthless chucked another stone at him, hitting him dead in the eye.
"Arrgghh"
Zach groaned weakly. He wiggled slowly, his body drained.
The surrounding laughter, of the bandits echoed as the world seemed to slowed down for a bit.
Another stone hit.
Then another.
And another.
Soon the pain faded.
A thud yanked Zach's black hair spiting on his face.
"You were cocky a second ago, where's your bullshit confidence now?" One taunted.
"The poor boy thought he was some kind of protagonist".
The group laughed hard, their laughter echoed in Zach mind as a low crackle.
"Wait who's that?" One of he thugs pointed to a dark corner where a silhouette stood still, observing.
" Hey !" A thug called out.
No answer.
"You better scram if you don't want to end up like him" The brute threatened.
Still no answer.
"You punk" the brute held the stones in his hand throwing it at the silhouette.
The stone hit the silhouette and fell on the floor but the silluette didn't flinch.
The group of thugs let go of Zach, all staring at the black shadow standing still in the distance.
Then...
It moved.
The group watched in horror as the silhouette transformed into a mass of writhing shadow shooting out tentacles that, that pierced a thug in the chest.
The thugs all stepped back, some even falling backwards from fright.
"IT'S A MONSTE-!!!!" before the brute could complete his sentence, the shadow tentacle shot out, piercing through his chest. It moved going for a nearby bandit, removing his head completely in one swoop.
Screams erupted.
The bandits tried to run away, some bolted, others tried to harm it with the metal pipes, all failed.
The tentacles were ruthless, it grabbed a man's arms and legs and with brutal force tore him in half, the tentacles moved to grab another man's leg, slamming him against the wall so hard his body burst open, turning into a bloody painting on the alley walls.
In less than a minute the alley way was painted with blood.
Dead silence....
The doors, the trash, everywhere was bloodied.
The only survivor was Zach, lying on the floor, unconscious.
The writing mass of shadows finally stepped into the light, showing a massive writhing black flesh in the shape of a human, with two glowing yellow eyes.
This being looked down at the unconscious Zach, no even uttering a word.
It's tentacles creeped out of it's body to retrieve the pieces of the thugs..
An arm stuck to a door, a full torso in the trash bin, an eye socket laying on the floor, and so many other random organs, not missing a single one.
The tentacles slowly retreated holding parts of the bodies, absorbing them into it's skin.
It walked away, leaving the alleyway in crimson red as it disappeared into the walls.