First Meeting 1

The boy cracked his neck, his eerie green eyes glinting under the dim flickering light. His knuckles flexed, the joints making loud pop sounds. With a deadpan face, he looked at the girl inside the cage and muttered, "Close your eyes if you don't wanna learn human anatomy at this early."

Before the girl could even react, he turned toward the 100 thugs charging at him.

"KILL THAT LITTLE SHIT!" Slum Dog roared from his platform, slamming his fist against the metal railing. "DON'T BREAK HIS ORGANS WE NEED 'EM INTACT!"

The boy grinned, baring his crooked teeth.

And then hell broke loose.

The first thug, a tall muscular freak covered in gang tattoos, rushed at him with a metal pipe. Without hesitation, the boy stepped in quicker than a blur and slammed his forehead into the thug's nose.

CRACK! Blood sprayed like a fountain as the man collapsed, howling. Before his body could hit the ground, the boy grabbed his arm, twisted it until the bone snapped like a twig, and yanked the metal pipe from his hand.

"One." The boy murmured.

Another thug charged from the left with a broken glass bottle. The boy sidestepped and shoved the metal pipe through his mouth like a skewer , it pierced through the back of his neck. Blood splattered. The body convulsed and dropped.

"Two."

The girl stared at him, wide-eyed and shaking. "W-What are you...?" she stammered. The boy, drenched in blood, let out a heavy sigh. "Annoying." Without warning, he stepped closer and gently tapped the side of her neck with his fingers like swatting a fly. Her eyes rolled back instantly, body going limp as she collapsed into his arms.

"Tch... should've done that earlier." he muttered

A bald man lunged from behind, wrapping his huge arms around the boy's neck in a chokehold. But before he could lock his grip, the boy bit into his arm like a rabid animal. His teeth sank deep, tearing out flesh as the man screamed. The boy then headbutted him, grabbed his ear, and ripped it off.

The man dropped, howling like a dying dog.

The boy turned, spitting the ear from his mouth. "Three."

The room froze for a moment. The brutality of his actions... was inhuman.

"What the fuck is he...?!" one of the men stammered, backing away.

But the boy wasn't done. He picked up the broken glass bottle and launched it with inhuman force. It shattered through a man's eye, embedding glass deep into his skull. The man shrieked, clawing at his face before collapsing.

"FUCK HIM UP! ALL OF YOU!" Slum Dog screamed, veins popping out of his forehead.

Twenty men rushed at once.

The boy grinned. "Oh yeah... come on, assholes."

One man swung a chain. The boy caught it mid-air, yanked it, and pulled the thug toward him , slamming his knee into the man's face. Teeth shattered. Without hesitation, the boy wrapped the chain around his neck and strangled him as he ran towards another guy. He body-slammed the choking man onto another thug, crushing both of them.

"Five. Six."

A man grabbed a wooden stool and swung it. The boy ducked, grabbed the man's shirt, and headbutted him repeatedly until his forehead split open. Then, with a savage roar, he grabbed the stool and smashed it over another thug's skull, splitting it like a watermelon.

"Seven... Eight."

The boy was enjoying it. His pupils dilated, his breath quickened, and his smile stretched unnaturally wide. He was high on violence.

Two men tried tackling him, but the boy jumped ,wrapping his legs around one man's neck and twisting it with a snap. Using the momentum, he slammed the other man to the ground and started punching his face until it caved in like raw meat.

"Nine. Ten."

Blood, teeth, and bits of flesh splattered all over his face. He didn't care.

"SOMEONE SHOOT THAT FUCKER!" Slum Dog bellowed, his voice cracking.

A thug pulled out a pistol. The boy sprinted, grabbed a beer bottle mid-run, and smashed it against the man's hand, causing the gun to misfire. Before the man could scream, the boy shoved the broken glass into his throat and ripped it sideways. Blood gushed like a fountain.

"Eleven."

Another man lunged with a crowbar. The boy caught it, twisted the man's arm in a complete 360-degree turn, and stabbed the crowbar into his thigh. The man screamed, but the boy didn't stop — he ripped the crowbar out and jabbed it through the man's mouth, pinning him to the floor.

"Twelve."

The crowd was no longer laughing. It was horror...pure and utter horror.

The boy's breathing was erratic. His fingers twitched like a rabid animal. Every bone in his body screamed for MORE.

Two men grabbed metal rods and swung simultaneously. The boy caught both with his bare hands, ripped it from their grip, and slammed both rods against their heads at the same time. Their skulls cracked like coconuts.

"Thirteen. Fourteen."

A heavy, muscular man , easily 300 pounds ..... charged at him like a bull, veins bulging with rage. The boy barely glanced at him. "Tch." With a bored expression, he sidestepped effortlessly, reached down, and grabbed a loose brick from the ground. Without a second thought, he smashed it into the man's temple.

CRACK!

The brick crumbled on impact , the man's skull did too. Blood and brain matter splattered like crushed fruit as the man collapsed, twitching. The boy didn't even look down.

"Fifteen."

He turned, his eyes now hollow, his smile completely gone. His shoulders slouched, his fingers twitched impatiently like he was getting bored. "...This is taking too long."

The remaining men froze, backing away.

"H-He's not human..." one of them stammered.

The boy grabbed a loose metal pipe and hurled it across the room, impaling a man through the abdomen. Blood spewed out like a fountain.

"Sixteen."

Another man tried to run. The boy sprinted, grabbed him by the hair, and bashed his head against the wall ... again and again and again until his face was unrecognizable.

"Seventeen."

The room was drenched in blood. Body parts scattered everywhere. The remaining men screamed, trying to escape.

The boy didn't let them. He jumped onto a table, grabbed a hanging chain, and swung like a wild animal kicking three men in the face, breaking jaws, and snapping necks.

"Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty."

Slum Dog was shaking. "Y-YOU'RE NOT HUMAN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

The boy walked toward him, blood dripping from his face. His green eyes were lifeless.

"What am I?" he repeated.

Slum Dog pulled a revolver and fired. The boy dodged, grabbed a broken chair leg, and launched it like a spear ...impaling Slum Dog's shoulder. The gun dropped.

The boy walked slowly, climbed the platform, and grabbed Slum Dog by the throat.

The boy grinned, teeth red "Lemme see what you are first."

A few seconds later Slum Dog was a mangled corpse.

The boy finally exhaled. "...Twenty-three."