ChooseJian Li spent the next few hours gathering intelligence on Akira's whereabouts. He knew she was a skilled fighter, but he also knew she had a weakness - her loyalty to the Yakuza. Although he didn't want to kill Akira as she had spared his life, he knew he could not back away from a mission. The moment he turns his back on his family, will be the moment he ceases to exist.He tracked her down to a small bar on the outskirts of town, a known Yakuza hangout. This was his chance. Jian took his two best handguns, a key to his powerbike and left the manor on his PCJ 600 powerbike.Jian Li stopped at the bar, he only called for two extra guys as back up. This was supposed to be a stealth mission. He approached the bar cautiously, his gun hidden beneath his jacket.As he entered the bar, he spotted Akira sitting in the corner, her eyes fixed on him. She saw him being a bit fidgety as if he was steeling his resolve for something, that's when she knew he was there to kill her, but she
That's LowJian Li walked into the Triad manor, his mind still reeling from his encounter with Akira. He couldn't shake off the feeling that his whole world was about to be turned upside down.As he entered the courtyard, a Triad member approached him."Jian, your father summons you." The Triad said and went off. He hadn't even bothered greeting Jian or helping him park his powerbike. Jian knew he had more or less lost his respect in the eye of these Triads low level members. In Mafia organization, only strength matters. Kindness, Goodness, are all seen as weakness.Sigh!Jian nodded, his heart sinking. He knew he had to be careful what he said to his father. He made his way to Victor Li's office, his mind racing with thoughts of Akira and the Yakuza. When he entered the office, his father looked up from his desk, his eyes narrowing."Jian, I hear you failed to finish off Akira Nakamura even when you had in front of you." Victor Li said, his voice cold.Jian bowed his head. "I apologi
ControlDr. Taylor injected the serum into a nearby zombie, and within seconds, it began to transform back into a human."It's working," Dr. Taylor said, her eyes shining with hope.But Kael's eyes narrowed. "No," he growled. "You'll never win."And with that, he summoned a massive zombie, its eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger."Take care of them," Kael said, his voice dripping with malice.The zombie charged, its arms outstretched. Alex and Jax fought back, but they were vastly outnumbered.Just when it seemed like all was lost, the survivors rallied, fighting back against the zombies with renewed hope.But Kael was too powerful, and soon he had the upper hand."You're finished," he said, his eyes gleaming with triumph.And with that, he raised his hand, ready to deliver the final blow..."No!" Alex shouted, trying to deflect Kael's blow. But it was too late. Kael's hand came down, and everything went black.When Alex came to, they were lying on the ground, their head throbbing i
X marks the spotAfter days of traveling through the desert, the survivors finally saw it - a hidden city, nestled in the heart of a valley."Wow," Dr. Taylor breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. "This is incredible."Alex nodded, their heart racing with excitement. "Let's go," they said. "We need to find out if it's safe."As they entered the city, they saw that it was abandoned - but not destroyed. The buildings were intact, the streets clean."It's like they just left," Jax said, his voice filled with awe.Dr. Taylor nodded, her eyes scanning the streets. "I think they did," she said. "I think they left in a hurry."Alex frowned, their mind racing with questions. "Why?" they asked. "What happened here?"But there were no answers. Just an eerie silence, and the feeling that they were being watched."Let's find a place to hide," Jax said, his voice low. "We don't know what's going on here."Alex nodded, their heart heavy with foreboding. "Yeah," they said. "Let's do that."As they mo
Broken homeNo matter if you are a pessimist or an an optimist, Derek Esposito's life wasn't a good one nor a bad one. It was just a mediocre insignificant existence.His father was a bipolar abusive man, capable of disappearing in his bedroom for days during the depressive phase. He would wake up only to eat, use the bathroom and the occasional "Let's make your life miserable" fit of rage.During his euphoric phase, he would work like a madman, but not having any talent either as a businessman nor as a social climber, he was unable to both being successful and establishing the right connections.In his natural state, whenever he decided to actually take his medications, he was just a coach potato that would stand up and go to work just to avoid the blame and spite from neighbors and peers. Whatever was his mental condition, he always was a perfect example of an abusive father.His sons were always a disgrace in his eyes. They never studied hard enough, not did show enough respect. An
Kill EzioThe bullying ended, but his social life never stopped being miserable. How could he possibly make any friend with such a shameful private life?He had to constantly hide the bruises with long sleeves and had run out of plausible excuses for his streak of black eyes months before. His classmates and professors simply pretended to believe being that good of a liar. It was painful, but manageable. He still had his little brother to share that pain with. Carl was all he had, his family, friend and confidant. He was Derek's whole world.But when that age came, he started having crushes towards girls in his school, and those feelings weren't easily suppressed. Once again, he felt utterly helpless.He could not tell anyone about his problems, could not allow people to get close to him, otherwise he would have to think of an explanation for not being allowed to bring any friend home. Let alone a girl he liked.Derek was tormented by cruel thoughts, often demanding the heavens why wh
Accident“A car accident!?” Derek yelled while rushing out of the door and looking for a cab.“We don't have any fucken car! What the hell happened!?” Derek yelled at the nurse.“I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to say. The doctors will explain it..” Derek hung up on her. He had no time for useless babbling, only for a goddamn cab. Every second in the traffic was torture, and when he finally arrived, it was too late.The surgeon and a police officer explained to him that Carl had been run over by a drunk driver. The culprit had run off and the police was still looking for him.A bystander had immediately called 911, but because of the traffic jam caused by the accident, it took hours for the ambulance to arrive. So when Carl arrived at the hospital he was already in critical conditions. He had multiple fractures, ruptured spleen and internal bleeding, requiring immediately surgery. Derek had been called to while Carl was just entering the OR.They had done their best to save him, but Car
I found himIn the void of nothingness, where the flow of time itself didn't exist and not even a ray of light could be seen. This place was neither Heaven nor Hell. It was just an infinite space filled with absolute nothing as if the concept of life and death did not exist here.Suddenly, a crack in space appeared out of nowhere, it kept elongating at an extremely fast speed and in an instant, it stretched around ten kilometers and a gigantic figure sitting on a black stone throne which was no less than a size of a mountain itself emerged from the other side of the void.This figure was akin to the height of a couple of mountains, completely clad in majestic black clothes and had a hood on the head almost resembling the Grim Reaper itself. Its face could not be seen as if it didn't exist. It looked around for a moment and waved its right hand and created a space of its own, widening for a dozen kilometers and stabilizing itself like forming a gigantic barrier.An ancient voice, so de