Chapter 8: Victim - Freedom (1).

Inside a large mansion that was kept neat and clean by servants, was an injured individual seated on a black couch. His face, nose and jaw was covered in bandages. He was watching the news on the TV.

On the television, the news reporter was talking about a burned down warehouse. She said that multiple burnt bodies were found and the cause of the fire was due to a faulty truck.

"Who cares?" said Kevin while changing the channel. "They're strangers."

Suddenly, there was multiple knocks on the door for the room.

Kevin inquired, "Who is it?" slightly tilting his head backwards.

"What do you mean who is it?" inquired a rough and enraged voice of a male.

Kevin sat upward on the couch and rubbed his eyes. He was physically irritated.

"..Sometimes I just what to kill myself," he silently said.

Kevin got up from the couch and slowly strided towards the door.

"Gingsu, you brat! What are you doing? Opening the - -!" the man was then cut off.

The door opened with Kevin peering blankly aat the individual behind it. He was a middle-aged man with jet-black hair. He wore a business suit with a red tie. Despite his age, he seem to not have wrinkles or grey hair.

"You little brat!" he yelled. "Didn't I teach you to have manners and respect for people?! I should disown you!"

He pointed at his son with a enraged look and grit.

Kevin responded calmly, "You should ease your tune. I don't think mom would like to hear that."

Kevin titled his head in an arrogant way.

His father growled and grabbed his son shirt. "Argghhh! You rotten child! I gave you everything you needed, everything you wanted! Wasn't that enough."

Kevin peered intensely at his father.

He said, "Let go of me.."

"Argh," his dad snarled.

He let go of his son shirt, not before shoving him back.

"What are you going to with your life?!" his father inquired.

Kevin turned around. He walked back to the couch and took a seat.

"Nothing that involves your presence," he responded.

His father sighed with disappointment. Seemingly, his anger began to fade.

He asked, "Why does your face look like that?"

".. I already- -" Kevin was cut off.

"You told your mom that," his father sternly said.

Kevin looked back at him. "A homeless guy beat me up."

"You know I don't believe that. I paid for your taekwondo classes and your teacher said your were a prodigy," the man said with confused tune.

Kevin said, "You paid for everything. And you also know everything. But the things that are important you don't know."

"What does that suppose to mean?" his father inquired.

"..." Kevin stayed silent, briefly. "Nothing."

***

[Three Days Later...]

[Date: Monday, August 29, 2027]

[Location: St. James High School]

Kevin was now walking through the hallway of his school. His face didn't have any visible bruises but he still had bandages on his face. He was wearing his school uniform and now had blond hair.

He received glances and stares from the students that passed him.

Suddenly, he was grabbing by the shoulder by someone. Kevin turned his head to see Vinny.

"Yo - -" he was then cut off.

Kevin had slapped off his hand and fastly strided forward.

"Yo!" Vinny yelled.

He caught up to Kevin. This time holding him by the wrist and had a tight grip on it.

"Fight me," he said with a grin. "I heard that you fought Lloyd, so give them a chance."

The crowd surrounding them began to inquire.

"What are the two of them talking about?" asked one of the girls.

Kevin peered intensely at Vinny. He then launched a back kick at Vinny's abdomen, sending him flying back a few meters. However, Vinny was still on his feet.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" the students began to chant. Soon there was a crowd encasing the two.

Some students began to take out there phones; videoing the situation. Others was chatting and laughing.

"How much did you heard?" Kevin inquired, menacingly looking at Vinny.

Vinny smirked; raising from the floor. "Ha. I guess I'll take that as a yes for the request."

Vinny,  a MMA fighter and Kevin, a Taekwondo practitioner.

Kevin charged forward, readying a kick in his mind to attack Vinny with.

Before he could perform this however, Vinny fastly tackled Kevin as soon as he got the window.

"You think your fancy kicks can take me down, Kevin?" Vinny sneered.

Kevin calmly said, "Who said I was trying to be fancy?"

Without warning, Kevin unleashed a lightning-fast knee towards Vinny's. Vinny let go of Kevin's legs and blocked, but Kevin's quick recovery from his attack allowed him to land a series of rapid-fire kicks.

"I'm turning to kill you," said Kevin menacingly.

Vinny countered with a powerful hook to the face, sending Kevin stumbling back.

"Oohh, scary," Vinny responded.

The taekwondo fighter regained his footing and launched another kick.

Vinny caught it, using the momentum to judo throw Kevin into a nearby person.

The two stumbled back. Kevin used the random male as a stepping stone as he rushed towards Vinny. But before Vinny could do anything, Vinny used wrestling to pin Kevin against the ground and unleashed a flurry of elbows.

"You're fast, but reaction time is slow and easy to exploit," said Vinny with a smile. "Maks this fight more exciting."

Kevin's eyes began to swell with rage. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, he landed a perfectly executed knee to the liver. When Vinny staggered of him, he performed a stunning spinning back kick.

Vinny stumbled once again, giving Kevin the opening he needed. The aekwondo fighter seized the initiative, landing several precise kicks that sent Vinny crashing to the wall, making cracks of webs.

The ground was stunned and amazed by this display as must of them were in shock.

Vinny groaned, "I thought you said you weren't going to use anything fancy."

"I didn't say that," said Kevin slowly striding towards Vinny.

He grabbed Vinny by his red hair. "I said I was going to kill you."

Vinny, bursting with excitement, charged forward with the little room he had. Kevin stood firm, landing a devastating roundhouse kick that sent Vinny's head snapping back and crashing into the wall.

Kevin began to walk away. "Respect, dumb ass."

"Yo!" called a voice.

Vinny extracted his body head from the wall and peered at Kevin. He was bleeding from the head and was severely wounded.

"God damn. They're busting up the whole school," said one of the students.

Vinny rose, rubbing his sore jaw. "You got skills, Kevin. But I ain't done yet."

Kevin snarled.

He rubbed back his blond hair with one hand as he strided towards Vinny.

"Maybe I have to be consistent," he said. "This time. You won't be able to get up."

"Yeah.."

Vinny grabbed Kevin's hand and twisted his center of weight in the air. Kevin was currently upside down.

"Let's see about that," Vinny said.

Vinny charged up a fist and launched a straight punch into Kevin's face, sending him flying back.

Vinny rushed after Kevin. But Kevin recovered quickly and was now on his feet. His right leg was in the air and he was preparing an ax kick.

Vinny looked. Then Kevin launched his foot in his face and implanted Vinny's head in the floor.

He then walked away.

The crowd gasped, shocked by Kevin's sudden turnaround.

"Hey, is he dead?" one inquired.

"Some should call an ambulance or something," said another.

"Should we tell the teachers?"

"It doesn't matter, knowing who Kevin's father is," said another student.

Kevin was now infront of the computer room. He opened the door and saw a lone individual seated at one of the desk.

"Hey!" he called as he entered.

Lloyd turned around to see Kevin peering at him.

"You know what time it is right?" Kevin inquired.

Lloyd smiled. "Yeah."

"Your payment."

Kevin was visually confused. "What?"

"Don't remember when you asked me for a hundred dollars. Then you said I should give you a thousand dollars the next time I see you," Lloyd carried on. "Going based on that I should be paying you a million dollars."

"Where are you going with this, you dunce?" Kevin inquired. "I just wrecked a guy to get to you, now you are just wasting my time. Man and take the ass beating."

Lloyd responded, "I can pay you in CAD."

"Huh?" Kevin inquired.

"When I was at the warehouse on Wednesday. There was a document that contained the bank accounts of all the individuals that worked there."

"I directed my money from one account which had the most riches to there account."

Kevin asked, "But isn't that illegal and stupid."

"No, all I had to do is update the account of the deceased with new information. Now thaat account is mine," explained Lloyd. "And that account held a 100 mil. I'm just giving you 1% of what I had."

***

The bell rang. It was end of the school day.

Kevin was at the school gate. A black and luxurious car then stopped infront of him; he went in.

Kevin looked at his phone and saw that one million dollars was transferred to his account.

"(That bastard!)" Kevin yelled inwardly. "(He isn't kidding. Guess I can't compare him with a homeless person now.)"

To Be Continued...

Next Chapter: Victim - Brute Strength (2).