4."From Prey to Predator"
**Episode 7 – "From Prey to Predator"**
The organization was seething with rage after the alley incident.
The man they dismissed as just a mechanic had shattered all their expectations.
Now, they chose a new method:
Not brute force, but targeting Vincent's weak points—
The people around him.
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Harrison City looked no different on the surface.
But Vincent could feel the shift.
The enforcers no longer touched him directly.
Instead, they went after those close to him.
The bartender glared at him with a bruised face.
His bar window was shattered, graffiti scrawled on the wall:
"Get out of this town."
Outside Rachel's cafe, unfamiliar men loitered.
She looked at Vincent, her face tight with worry.
And near the convenience store, more trouble.
When Vincent approached, two men were threatening the clerk.
"Looks like today you're giving us the cash for free, huh?"
The clerk had gone pale.
Vincent walked up slowly.
They didn't flinch.
Instead, one smiled.
"Oh, look who decided to show up. We're not here to fight *you* today."
"Just setting the tone, y'know?"
Their words were light, but their message was crystal clear:
**"Stay still, and we'll keep hurting those around you."**
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The townspeople were on edge.
"Are we suffering because of *him*?"
"Can't we just ask him to leave?"
Some still trusted Vincent, but the tide was shifting.
Fear was spreading, and Vincent could feel it.
He sighed.
He knew it now:
**They were watching him. Waiting.**
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That night, they finally made their move.
A quiet alley.
Vincent walked in.
Figures emerged on the opposite side.
These weren't street thugs anymore.
These were trained, armed enforcers.
One stepped forward.
"You made a good choice coming out here, Vincent. About time."
He lit a cigarette, eyes steady.
"From the moment you started interfering with us, this outcome was inevitable."
With a flick of his hand, they charged.
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In the narrow alley, Vincent reached into his toolbox—
and grabbed a crowbar.
The first one lunged.
Vincent didn't dodge.
He swung hard.
Crack.
An arm broken.
A scream.
The rest rushed in.
Vincent had already read their rhythm.
He shifted his weight, using the walls to spin and control the space.
Crowbar down—a head.
Then a thigh.
A knife flashed.
Vincent ducked low, smashed the wrist with the crowbar's handle.
Disarmed.
He stepped in and shoved the man back with full force.
In the cramped chaos, the attackers got in each other's way.
Vincent exploited it perfectly.
One by one, he dropped them.
Blood pooled on the floor.
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Realizing the alley was too tight, the enforcers pulled back—
And led Vincent into an open courtyard.
Exactly what he wanted.
More men surrounded him.
Weapons drawn.
Gunfire erupted.
The battle changed.
Vincent had to take down the shooters first.
He darted for cover, using the terrain.
As one aimed, Vincent closed the distance, broke the man's wrist—
kicked the gun away.
Another came from behind—
Vincent spun, elbowed him in the jaw.
Strike.
Counter.
Unshaken.
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Then—
"Vincent!"
A voice behind him.
A local had jumped into the fray to help.
He managed to strike one attacker.
But another was sneaking up behind him.
Vincent made a split-second decision.
He rushed over—and knocked the man out cold with a blow to the neck.
Silently, he dragged him to safety and turned back.
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**Final Scene: The Reckoning**
The remaining men had seen enough.
Fear etched into their faces.
"H-he's not human..."
Vincent faced the last one.
"Now you know what you need to do."
He stepped forward.
No one attacked.
They ran.
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Episode 8 – "A Night Stained with Blood"
For a moment, Harrison City felt calm.
The enforcers were crushed.
The shadows receded—if only briefly.
But it was never going to last.
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**Morning.**
Outside the garage.
Vincent opened up shop.
The convenience store clerk gave him a thumbs up.
"You did good. It's quiet for once. Thanks, Vincent."
But others looked uneasy.
"Is it really safe while he's around?"
"What if they come back for revenge?"
People who once ignored him were now wary of him.
Vincent drank his coffee, observing.
He knew.
**He couldn't stay here anymore.**
As long as he remained, trouble would follow.
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**On the city's outskirts.**
A quiet clearing.
But not today.
Black SUVs rolled in from the distance.
The organization wasn't done.
They were sending in everything they had left.
Vincent pulled on his leather jacket.
Took a deep breath.
"So it finally comes to this."
He opened a drawer and pulled out a custom knife.
Light, balanced, forged to his hand—
A relic from his military days.
"Didn't think I'd use this again."
Gun. Knife.
He stepped outside.
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The SUV doors opened.
Armed men emerged like beasts released from the dark.
Boots thudded heavy against the ground.
Guns. Blades. Brawlers.
One stepped forward.
"There's nowhere left for you to run."
Vincent smirked.
"Who said I was running?"
His hand reached for his waist.
**Bang.**
One fell, clutching his chest.
Chaos exploded.
They fired wildly, but Vincent was already moving.
Ducking behind obstacles, circling wide—
He fired back.
A bullet to the skull. One more down.
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Close combat.
**Click.**
Out of ammo.
Vincent didn't hesitate.
He pivoted, dodged, struck.
One attacker—disarmed.
Gun taken.
Knee shattered.
Then—
**Two bullets.**
Precise. Lethal.
He hurled his empty gun into another's face,
Drew his knife.
Clean. Sharp.
Every strike purposeful.
A blur of motion.
A massacre.
Bodies lay silent.
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Vincent holstered his weapon.
He knew now.
There was no reason to stay.
No matter what, someone would keep coming.
He opened his car door.
Prepared to leave.
But then—
His phone rang.
He answered.
The voice froze him.
"It's been a while, Vincent."
It was his former commanding officer.
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**Elsewhere. In the shadows.**
Inside an intelligence agency's office,
a screen displayed the recent chaos in Harrison City.
An entire force wiped out in minutes.
Vincent's ghostlike presence on CCTV.
A man watched the footage.
He clasped his fingers together.
And muttered:
"Now it's our turn."