Post by Chrynos on Apr 30, 2007 19:33:48 GMT -8
10 P.M. in a Saturday night, at a particular warehouse somewhere at the end of the docks. Now, warehouses were famous around here, especially for teenagers. With a safe distance from the city, anyone could hold a party here, or a small spar, or even a gang meeting and there would be a very low chance of getting found by uninvited guests. And this time, it was a gang meeting that was occuring in one of these warehouses, and guess what? This gang wasn't exactly in Chrynos' good side. The graduate was wearing a black shirt with a large but thin silver cross in the middle, followered by a pair of dark blue cargo pants.
Stopping at the side of the entrance of the warehouse, Chrynos turned on his heels, leaning back against the wall of the warehouse as quietly as he could as he tried to make out the voices that was coming out from the warehouse. One he recognised, the few others he didn't. Now, how many of them were there? Chrynos slowly peeked through the corner of the wall and managed to make out a few figures standing around a table. He couldn't count how many were there, but there had to be at least twelve of them. Well, this was indeed going to be fun.
Having heard enough, Chrynos pushed himself off the wall, letting out a soft sigh as he pulled his hands out of his pockets, the Ring Of Horror on his right hand revealing itself. Walking to the center of the entrance, he looked inside, waiting for the indefinite number of thugs to notice him. Now, who exactly was this gang? Why, there were the same gang that had actually laid a scratch on Chrynos' precious bike, and this guys were going to pay. Stomping his foot, he created an echo inside the warehouse which of course attracted their attention.
"Now, now, kiddies. It's time to stop playing 'gangsters' and head to the hospital."
"Who's this guy?"
"I don't know, but let's get him. He must have heard our plans!"
"Yeah, and he'll inform those 259 bastards!"
Now that attracted the graduate's attention. 259? Well, that was interesting. Must be from that other school Misuki talked about. That just made this much more interesting. Chrynos let out a grin as he shifted his right foot back, lifting both hands unclenched and his left leg slightly bent, his right toes pointing to his side as his body shifted to face the same direction. "Well, come on!"
And without a word, Chrynos dashed forward, surprising the thugs for a moment. Exactly what the graduate needed. The closest one managed to regain his composure and threw a right jab at the graduate's face. Too slow. The graduate lowered himself, the punch passing over his purple hair as he placed his left leg in front, leaning on that as he reeled his right fist downwards, clenching it, before throwing it upwards at the man's chin, throwing him upwards. Chrynos wasn't sure where he landed, cause he didn't even bother to see as he stepped back, another gangster taking out a weapon and swinging it down at him. Bringing his right foot forward, he stepped on the bat, breaking it in two, before leaping towards the gangster on his left leg and throwing his right knee at the face.
This was indeed going to be fun. Little did the graduate know that one of them had called... Well, reinforcements. Now, why would they do that? He was just a graduate. Must be the Ring of Horror, keeping up its reputation with his freaky ability to inflict fear on the weak-minded.
Stopping at the side of the entrance of the warehouse, Chrynos turned on his heels, leaning back against the wall of the warehouse as quietly as he could as he tried to make out the voices that was coming out from the warehouse. One he recognised, the few others he didn't. Now, how many of them were there? Chrynos slowly peeked through the corner of the wall and managed to make out a few figures standing around a table. He couldn't count how many were there, but there had to be at least twelve of them. Well, this was indeed going to be fun.
Having heard enough, Chrynos pushed himself off the wall, letting out a soft sigh as he pulled his hands out of his pockets, the Ring Of Horror on his right hand revealing itself. Walking to the center of the entrance, he looked inside, waiting for the indefinite number of thugs to notice him. Now, who exactly was this gang? Why, there were the same gang that had actually laid a scratch on Chrynos' precious bike, and this guys were going to pay. Stomping his foot, he created an echo inside the warehouse which of course attracted their attention.
"Now, now, kiddies. It's time to stop playing 'gangsters' and head to the hospital."
"Who's this guy?"
"I don't know, but let's get him. He must have heard our plans!"
"Yeah, and he'll inform those 259 bastards!"
Now that attracted the graduate's attention. 259? Well, that was interesting. Must be from that other school Misuki talked about. That just made this much more interesting. Chrynos let out a grin as he shifted his right foot back, lifting both hands unclenched and his left leg slightly bent, his right toes pointing to his side as his body shifted to face the same direction. "Well, come on!"
And without a word, Chrynos dashed forward, surprising the thugs for a moment. Exactly what the graduate needed. The closest one managed to regain his composure and threw a right jab at the graduate's face. Too slow. The graduate lowered himself, the punch passing over his purple hair as he placed his left leg in front, leaning on that as he reeled his right fist downwards, clenching it, before throwing it upwards at the man's chin, throwing him upwards. Chrynos wasn't sure where he landed, cause he didn't even bother to see as he stepped back, another gangster taking out a weapon and swinging it down at him. Bringing his right foot forward, he stepped on the bat, breaking it in two, before leaping towards the gangster on his left leg and throwing his right knee at the face.
This was indeed going to be fun. Little did the graduate know that one of them had called... Well, reinforcements. Now, why would they do that? He was just a graduate. Must be the Ring of Horror, keeping up its reputation with his freaky ability to inflict fear on the weak-minded.
