The Beginning, beat down style.

[zhanu]

Hands in pockets, backpack tightly fastened, and ego fully charged. Zhanu walked quickly up a rather large road toward what would become his new school. Slowly as he got over the hill he started getting a clearer view of 259. Everything from the roof down to the gates slowly came into view for it's newest student. However, something was wrong. Why was there no groups hanging out outside? And why were a lot of the windows border up. It wasn't closed; Zhanu had called just a few minutes ago to confirm his stay there. Sure, it wasn't to shabby. But he could only imagine what it was like on the inside. I mean, sure it was violent, but a lot of schools now a days were known for crazy stuff. More so of a way to get themselves on the morning news then anything.

"Life, a dark abyss of suffering..."

A voice came from what seemed like an alley just up ahead. From what Zhanu could tell, it was some emo reading poetry to himself. He approached with a slight caution, just encase this one was hostile. As he past it, he couldn't help but stop dead in his tracks. A whole gang of goths, about six of them. Each had their own poetry books held out, and black candles to light them. Zhanu did was anyone would do.

He laughed.

"What? You think my suffering is funny?"

The emo who had been reading stood up, and walked began walking over to Zhanu. Of course his pace slowed when he realized Zhanu was much bigger then him in more then a few aspects.

"Well..." said the new student. "In a nutshell, yes."

The gothic kid freaked out, as expected. His hand dove into the pocket of his black trench coat and he pulled out a knife. Once he flicked it open, he held it out. The end of the blade pointed at Zhanu.

"Well you think THIS is funny?!"

Zhanu snapped into action. His left foot stepped forward and across the front of his right. As he took this step he crouched very low so that his left hand could cross over his chest to touch the ground beside his foot. With this plant as the main point of the lever, he brought his right leg back and around. His knee bent as it swung around into position, then extended at just the right point. The bottom of Zhanu's white sneaker planted onto the emo's face. The cartilage in his pale nose gave out under the sudden sharp pressure. As a small blood splatter follow, the gothic kid flew back, hitting the ground near his comrades. They all stood there with stunned looks, as the warrior stood still in his attacking position.

"No" Zhanu said as he slowly brought his foot to the ground and rose himself to a standing position. "But THAT was funny as hell!"

The gang of goths all stood up immediately. One taking it to him to run out at Zhanu before the others. Once again this warrior showed a display of pure skill. He bent forward, as if to touch his toes. However his hands planted on the concrete a bit ahead of him, and his left leg swung around over top of his body. Once again one of his sneakers would be leaving their grip mark on a boy's face. As he stumbled back Zhanu lifted himself up fast, bringing his leg back around into a knee aimed to his stomach. This sent him back to land beside his fallen comrade.

The four remaining stood for a moment, before finally two of them took it to them to run forward. Zhanu didn't wait for them to get to him. He bent low, then launched himself forward. his brought his arm flying around, and soon his bicep collided with the throat of one of the boys. It was a close-line he wouldn't soon forget. his head went flying to the ground where it slammed hard into the cold concrete. A sure concussion. As Zhanu turned around to the goth who was also turning around, he saw fear in his eyes. And to that, he smirked. These kids had to learn their place in this world. The goth kid leaped high, and came down with a falling knee. Zhanu did a move so precise, so complex that some people wouldn't even think it to be possible.

He stepped back, and raised his knee.

The boy's knee didn't his Zhanu, instead crashing into the concrete as his chin collided with the warriors rising knee. An instant, and painful knockout.

As he turned to see the other two, Zhanu noticed one of them fleeing down the alley, while the other chose to stay. A sadistic smirk was on this remaining goth's face. It made Zhanu want to not only get rid of the smirk, but the whole face in general.

The boy pulled out a gun.

"FUCKING HELL!" Zhanu shouted ducking hard and fast luckily before the first bullet was shit. He heard it whizz over his head, and in reaction dived forward. his hands hit the ground between him and the goth, and with a quick roll he popped up right in front of him. As he did this, Zhanu's knuckles raised up and smashed the kid's hand. This caused the gun to launch into the air, landing on a near-bye roof. Zhanu was filled with rage.

"What the FUCK would you pull a gun out in public? YOU FUCKING shit-head. Learn how to fucking fight like a man or just run you cock sucker. You could have KILLED someone just for defending himself. ASSHOLE."

In all this time Zhanu's grip on the boy's collar kept all of the violent struggling he was doing in a useless state. As the warrior stared into the eyes of the coward, his arms began to flex. The muscles in them slowly tensed up and his eyes began to widen with a sick rage. There was nothing he wanted more then this boy's death. he could of ended it all right there, Zhanu would have died at the hand of this fucking pale-faced make-up wearing emo-kid. The grip on the collar tightened, and Zhanu's breathing began hard and fast. He wasn't about to let this kid get away with that. With one BIG heave, he brought his left leg back and swung the kid around him, letting go as he got just behind. HE soared like a rag-doll. He flew out of the alley and began to fly across the road as a van drove out of nowhere. The gothic kid smashed into the front of the fan, shattering it's windshield. He literally bounced off of the impact, and hit the ground with a hard crack as the van screeched to an immediate stop.

As the driver got out and started screaming curse-words at the damage done to his vehicle. Zhanu slowly came out of the alley, and began tip-toeing down the street.

"YOU! YOUR RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!!!!"

The warrior stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to face the driver.

"I can pay for the costs... hehehee..."

~~~~~~~
(A few minutes and one check later)

A crowd had gathered at the scene, and frankly, Zhanu simply wanted to get away. However, as he began going toward the school, he was interrupted by and unfamiliar voice...

[John]

Sitting in his class room minding his own business for now, lookign down at the scum in the room like they where nothing. which indeed to him they where. His blood and attitude combined made him superior in some way in his own mind. Nothing fased this boy all day ever since he had earned this new title of his. Holding an unopened white soda can, with no writting on it he put his feet up on his desk. Light silver hair, tan skin, and dark red eyes. those are the first things found odd about this person. finally a dark purple muscle shirt, and dark purple jump suit pants, or jogging pants some would say. He was patiently waiting for someone to step out of line, for someone to do something wrong.

And he heard it, a crack, snap, maybe even described as a pop, but it was unmistakably gun fire. Peering out his window which happened to look to the outside of the alley they happened to be fighting from, all he saw was a body fly out into the street and get hit by a van. He immediatly launched from his seat and started running down from the third floor. Taking flights of stairs at a time as he leaped down them, keeping that soda can in his hand. Finally reaching the place a nice little crowed had formed along with the person responsable and the driver to the van. Looking at the gothic scum layed out in the road, he popped open the can and made his way through the crowed. He would speak to this person that seemed to be the center of attention for the most part.

"So. . . Should I listen to some excuses, or should we just cut to the chase?"

The thought occured to John that this kid was new, possibly a transfer, he was shall we say bigger than him, and well looked like some of these seniors that have been transfering from these other schools around the world. Specificly 552 and 499, of course he could be wrong. so he would speak his name and title so the kid understood who he was talkign to.

"I am the School Hall Correction Policeman John Ong. Its better to talk to me then a teacher, or some pillar."

Why? Well because John didn't really give a shit what your excuse was, self defence or not. All John knew was he was in a fight and there was even gun fire, and now he was the one left standing. He broke the School Rules, so now it was time to lay down some authority. Being one of the newest to the grand school rule inforcers, as much good as they where before him and Ken had been appointed he was unsure, but activity of fighting and such had gone down since they started. and he was almost ready to gulp down some of that deliciousely good drink, he could already feel the itch, the need to drink it.

[zhanu]

With the first words, Zhanu was confused already. Cut to the chase? There were no sirens, and no police cars around. Was this kid going to arrest him? Kill him? Punish him. As he faced the boy he smirked slightly. Obviously this kid had some kind of ego backing up his words. Ego was good, ego would lead people into talking long enough for Zhanu to bring them down. He had encountered people like this man times in the ring. People who believed they had some sort of authority over others without first having proved themselves. The smirk however disappeared with the second set of words this boy said. The warrior was growing tired of this boy's voice. Or rather this hall monitor's voice. It was pretty hilarious for someone to announce there school-given authority title outside the school. Zhanu would have laughed if he wasn't bored of this boy already.

"Wait. So your saying you, a Hall Monitor, came running off school grounds; to enforce the laws of the school?"

Zhanu let out a light chuckle after this statement. The goth kid by Zhanu's feet would have laughed if he was really awake.

~DONG~

The bell of the school rung, signaling the second class. Zhanu was late as it was, he didn't need to completely miss his first day of school over some school police little kid. He turned for a moment to take another glance at the school, then back at the kids. The dark expression on this hall monitor's face showed that, although ridiculously stupid, meant business. In reaction to this, the warrior brought his right foot backward, and raised his fists. his wrists faces inward and his arm's came close together. His muscles tensed up, baring themselves in their buff glory. He brought them down slightly so he could see his opponent over top of them. His legs slowly bent and tensed up as well. Of course this was less obvious through Zhanu's loose track-pants. Waiting for a second, he then began to speak.

"I could talk to you all day, but frankly I'd rather no be late. Let's settle this quickly..."

[John]

As this kid remarked about going off school grounds to inforce school rules, John gave a half smirk with the right side of his face. He look the guy in the eyes the whole time, quiet and waiting for his next set of remarks, he didn't even move when the bell for second period went off. He was waiting for something to happen. Then it did, the kid got into stance, readying himself, while John raised the can to his lips and chugged it down, the burn satisfying as he twitched from the urge to drink it. He closed his eyes from the burn as he tilted his head back, by the time the kid said his next set of words John had finished it. He threw the can off to the side and with a deep exhail whipped his mouth clean and agreed with him.

"Yeah."

With that john's muscles began to flex until larger than they where a moment ago, the blood vessels running through his arms and body bulged as he was obviousely stronger than he was before drinking it. His pupils of those red focused eyes had shrank to almost nothing. He was completely focused, his physical and mental capabilities had been inhanced wiht that drink, he had found it very addictive, not just the drink, but the rush, the feeling of it. It was all deliciouse. but lets not linger shall we?

John raised his arms up in a boxing sort of way, not his fighting style, but something he felt like using ever since he joined Fight Club. He would take two half steps and shoot his whole upper body in a slight twist as his right arm shot out to aim a punch to the kids left cheek, the power would be oviouse, there sizes almost the same in muscle mass now, would take away that advantage, but this guy was still bigger in other ways, so this had no real obviouse advantage or disadvantage yet, it was of course still the first strike.

[zhanu]

Zhanu watched closely as the boy seemed to grow in physical attributes. Whether the same thing was happening mentally this warrior couldn't predict just yet. Either way he took a few steps forward and threw a punch at Zhanu's left cheek. It wouldn't have been a bad attack had it been on a regular student. However this boy would soon fight that Zhanu wasn't exactly uneducated when it came to fighting. His body was brought left, going into the punch. As this happened he bowed his head down, forcing his forehead into the strike. With many head-butts and head attacks behind him, Zhanu only felt a slight pain. Meanwhile he could hear the cracking and misplacing of the knuckles as they collide with the solid opposing force. Of course this wouldn't be a permanent injury, or even a long one. But he would have to seek medical assistance in order to straighten them out. If he tried himself there would be a chance he would slice open a vein and start internal bleeding, which would require a lot more advanced attention then the knuckles.

As this body shift was happening Zhanu sneaked at attack in of his own. It wasn't hidden, but the pain in John's wrist would certainly draw his attention from the movement in the corner of his eye. Since the warrior's body went left, his right leg had lifted off the ground slightly. Ir came around to put a devastating impact on John's leg. Considering his position moving his leg out of the way would be extremely difficult, but of course blocking it was an option. However Zhanu's shins were quite sturdy and hard, making it like a monstrous impact crashing through this boy's legs. Muay Thai was a difficult martial art that he had been training in in well over 10 years, developing all his bones into a sturdy hard texture.

*I'm going to give this little shit a run for his money.*

[John]

Being that John had faught people here that collided fists with him on numerouse punches in a single fight the head butt to the hand being that his head had a higher mass than John's hand had infact shifted the metacarples. It hurt as was predicted, but not to the point John would drop off all attention to take care of a hand. For one thing he knew when to back off, and once that punch didn't work he was backing off quite fast. but he wouldn't be able to get out of the way of the second attack, so what happened instead of being full on slam fest on hsi leg, since it didn't have that much pressure on it in the first place the move had lifted it off the ground and now he had a slight spin, but he used it to go into a hand stand on his left hand, he would be spinning to his left.

The pain in his right hand made this whole thing oh the more sweeter. His right leg came around in the 180 spin on his hand and would fly up to slam into the guys chin. If successful the move would be enough for him to fling his legs around to be back on his feet, facing the guy. He would look at his hand raising it so in the backround was the guy. This pain, the look of the dispositioned bones, it was lovely, all of it. A smile wrapped itsself around his face, the pain, oh how he loved it. the fight, the pumping of his blood, the drink fueling his movements, and thoughts, screaming already for him to continue with the fight. from his already boiling blood, itching for a fight all day, this drink only made it harder to resist the call of battle.

'Oh Yeah!'

His mind screamed in enjoyment to the fight at hand.

[zhanu]

"Ha!"

Being that Zhanu had learnt Capoeira and the principles of handstands, weight shifts, and upside-down kicks this was no new sight to him. However it was obvious that his boy was no genius at it when he didn't offer extra protection with his other leg to keep one from doing the obvious thing to do. This was a foolish act and would cost John a lot. However even with the counter Zhanu could count on getting hurt. He had felt pain before so this was no surprise to him. What Zhanu knew was that he seemed to have more experience then this boy in certain parts of martial arts, however this boy seemed to have a little spice of his own in fighting. Something about it that seemed to show that, contrary to his cold attitude before, he actually was having fun.

As the kick came in Zhanu stepped forward with his left leg, and shot his right up, and out. A downward forward motion that left his foot slamming into the left hand of this boy. Behind that his weight was already on it and he was swinging around due to Zhanu waiting recovering was not an option. He would hit the cement, and hard. As well as gain a distinct pain in his arm. However, since Zhanu waited for this boy to not be able to recover he could no longer avoid the kick, which managed to hit him pretty hard in the chin. He himself felt himself lifted off the ground slightly, landing hard on his back about two meters away. His arms had slammed flat onto the ground as he did, which made them absorb the impact. This was of course a break fall which was pretty basic learning for any good martial artist. With that momentum he rolled backward and up onto his feet. As he did so his right foot went back 45%s and his left hand lifted up extending out to point at John. His right hand was brought up to his own stomach and the warrior waved John toward him slowly with his leading hand. His stance was a little less basic this time, his knees bent quite a low and his heels lifted so he was on the balls of his feet.

"Bring it on."

[John]

John felt his arm taken from under him as he fell to the ground spinning, but he knew his kick had landed fromt he extra force downwards. Oh yeah the solid thud made to the cement ground cause a nice. "Umph!" noice apon impact. He spun onto his stomach and felt the stinging in hsi left arm. Lifting himself he looked to the guy who was on his feet already. Waving for him to move. to "Bring it on.". John got to his knees and sent his fist into the cement leaving an indentation as the cement spider webbed from where his fist had made contact, he extended his fingers like a claw and did it again. This time geting grip on it. He got up on his feet still attached to the cement, and lifted a chunk of it out, hurling it towards the guy. He would soon follow trying to decipher how this guy was going to dodge what used to be part of the side walk.

He was not to attack just yet, he had to wait until the guy dodged, so to catch him at that moment with an attack, or if this guy dodged at all, from what John knew the guy could probably take it and keep going. The chunk was no bigger than a baseball, and had fallen to multiple smaller pieces as it flew from his hand, being that he could not fit enough of his fingers into the side walk to grab a bigger piece, he figured that the small pieces would be enough, even if it just caused a moments hesitation and a distraction if nothing else. even if the little cement dust got in the way long enough, anything John would be happy.

[zhanu]

Zhanu stared.

*What the hell is this cockhead trying to prove? Oh my he can break cement. The hell. He fucking wastes energy punching the ground?*

Zhanu's thoughts stopped when his mind clicked in to what exactly was happening. Immediately he realized that chunk was something that would be either hitting him or thrown at him. As the boy pulled it back Zhanu got himself ready to catch it. Soon it was coming flying at him and he reacted quickly. The hand that had waved now faced the rock chunk and shot up in the way. As the large chunk hit his hand he could feel the sharp parts of it slightly scraping the flesh on his hand. However he did not hold it, instead dropping it immediately after the grab. In reaction to the large amounts of dust he lifted his chin and therefore eyes up for a moment, so that he wouldn't get anything stinging his eyes. Zhanu chuckled for a moment, standing there, and then decided something. He wasn't going to wait for this kid to do something.

Muscles in Zhanu tensed up immediately, bulging out at the arms once again. He threw them back behind him as if shaking off the invisible scum on his hands from this disgustingly annoying little kid. After he did so he threw his whole body forward, going face first tot he ground between the two, quite a bit away as to not get hit off guard. His hands extended in front of him and he rolled up onto his feet, using his spine as a wheel. As he got to his feet he used the momentum to leap into the air, spinning to his left. After exactly one spin and brought his arm coming around in the form of a punch, to this boy's left cheek. It had enough power and speed that this boy, although not forced to block, would have to throw himself off balance to dodge. And if he did block he would probably get hurt from the sheer strength of his attack. Zhanu was a brutal warrior, and wasn't about to hold back for anything or anyone.