Problem Solving #2

[Jack]

OOC: Those who are involved may join others, please refrain from posting thank you xD

IC:
Expansion was a necessary thing in the sort of world Jack lived in, unlucky for some this meant one of two things, conforming or removal and these maggots who Just wouldn’t conform. Jack walked down the dark streets of the San Diego’s outer city suburbs, toward a local three story car park and hang out of a delinquent street gang, they were filling the streets with cheap drugs and someone somewhere just had, had enough. See there are certain rules in the underworld, if you want to be involved you must render to Caesar and well Caesar just had enough. This is where Jack and his organization came into play, people have problems and those problems need solving. So Jack solves them get it? simple enough, although mind you he does it with a certain bloody style. Jack was wearing a flamboyant black silk Victorian style long sleeve shirt, with a large Gothic style platinum cross backed on black chrome and finished with a large diamond in the centre, Jack wore his usual attire of black tailored pants with a his silver wolf and fox belt buckle, tailored Italian leather shoes and a large designer overcoat. The dragon head of his chest plate was visible only to those who were close enough to see his revealed chest. Jack continued to stalk the streets of San Diego carrying a large combat knife, long switch blade, five gallon gas can and enough fire starters to set a house alight (three packets). He slowly made his way closer and closer to his destination a sinister look printed across his face thinking about the clueless fools who were within the compound unknowing that as the seconds ticked by they drew closer and closer to their demise. His order were clear, kill if necessary but make it look like a gang war and not an assassination, while Jack was thankful for the money that his friends were generating for him. He couldn’t stand the lowlifes that he had to work with, but everyone had to start somewhere and Phoenix wasn’t here to negotiate a better deal for him.

Jack stopped across the road from the entrance to the car park compound. He made a quick assessment of the situation, It’s well lit although there are a lot of areas covered in shadow especially the far ends of the car park on the ground level, I highly doubt there will be anyone in the shadows however it would be foolish not to consider this. There are few public lights left inside the compound as well as at least 20 cars spread out on the three levels. Judging by the what seems five or six cars on the ground and the amount of light that’s being emitted on the other two levels, once I factor in the noise and the amount of people outside the car park that their number are anywhere between 40 to 100. It shouldn’t take too long to finish phases one and two. Jack would pull out his phone and send the text informing his counterpart of his start time, once Jack cleared the ground level the Calvary would be called in and from there they would finish the job, go get paid and then home time.

Leaving his gas can in a bush Jack continued to pace across the road stopping in front of ten large men aged anywhere from as young as fifteen to as old as mid twenties. Jack stopped in front of the group arms behind his back, unknown to them Jack was armed with two extremely sharp knives, one was hidden behind his left thigh, this was the switch blade while the combat knife was in his right hand and hidden in the small of his back. To the ten men in front of him it looked as if Jack was standing with his hands behind his back, suspicious yes, intimidating, no.

Keep moving outsider if you know what’s good for you, you have no business here!

Jack smirked and the sinister look on his face only grew.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, see I’m here to deliver a very important message to society that fuck wits like you will not be tolerated.”

Oh Really?!?! And how are you going to go about doing that!?!

Jack’s sinister grin only grew, the man in front of him drew a switch blade similar to Jack’s only shorter and clearly not as sharp, yet dangerous none the less. Jack prepared himself for the quick kill that was to come, a man on his right was holding a crow bar, Jack mind jumped with excitement he would steal it and use it on them. Back to the kill, It would have to be fast and clean once he disposed of the first man, the others would be shocked it would take a few of the weaker and inexperienced ones a while to fully comprehend what had just happened and by the time they did, it would already have been too late.

“By killing you of course”

[Jack]

Jack’s left hand shot out and up, stabbing the man in the throat, slicing up through his oesophagus and away until he hit the man’s chin, for good measure he would make sure to touch the man’s chin with his blade retracting his blade as the blade sawed into the bone. From there Jack would launch his next attack just as deadly and just as swift. Jack’s right hand flashed by stabbing the man through the left ear straight into the brain an instant kill in its own right followed up by the stab with his combat knife in the opposite ear. Jack spun away to his left freeing his combat knife first followed by his switch blade. Jack’s spinning rotation allowed him to cover the distance between him and the next victim within a heartbeat. His switch blade slashed at the boy’s throat while his combat knife was rammed into the boy’s stomach, Jack slashed it in a diagonal direction to prevent the abdominal muscle sucking his blade in, the motion only adding more speed to his next spin. Jack spun around the boy so he was back to back with his latest victim, laughing as the boy fell to the floor into a pile of his own intestines and blood, clearly enjoying the horrified looks on the men’s faces. The next eight kills were all instantaneous while Jack didn’t exactly want to kill them all, he had no choice his advantage would be null and void if the main groups were all notified. Never pausing to saviour his kills, after all he would have plenty of chances to do that later. Jack rammed his combat knife under the chin of the closest man killing him instantly, by now the group had recovered from the initial shock, he was jumped upon from behind. Jack instinctively tucked his chin in foiling the man’s plan to choke him out, slamming the back of his head into the man’s nose, repeatedly until the man released or at least loosened his grip enough for Jack to carry out his net manoeuvrer.

Jack spun around using his amazing agility and long reach, stabbing the man in the eye with his switch blade; reaching back he freed his combat knife from his last victim and brought it across the throat of the man, severing all chances he had of survival. Just as Jack had finished the kill he felt his legs get taken out from under him by one of the other members of the gang, via way of a spear tackle. As Jack hit the floor he dropped his combat knife swearing to himself, he began to wrestle with the man who was on top of him and trying to choke him out by getting in a dominant position, Jack’s arms wrestling with his, to keep him away trying to utilize his long reach. As the man’s hands closed around his throat and begun close his wind pipe off, crushing it with this newly found super human strength. Jack’s right hand desperately reached out for his knife which was still lodged in the eye of his last victim, reaching for it as his air way began to close over and panic began to settle in. Pulling it out he stabbed the person on top of him in the kidney slashing it back and forth, making it as painful as possible removing it several times only to slam it back into the man’s body each time delivering a possible critical blow. Simultaneously he broke the index finger of the man who was choking him ripping it free from his hand only supported by the thin layer of skin, Jack proceeded to snap the middle finger off before snapping the remaining two. The grip around his throat was finished, Jack let go of the knife simultaneously wrapping his legs around him he rolled over and took up a dominant mounted position, pressing his thumbs down as hard as he could into the man’s eyes. Taking rejoice in the man’s screams as they echoed through the street, blocked out by the loud music that was being produced by the party inside the complex. His enjoyment climaxed as puss and blood squirted out of his eyes hitting Jack in the face covering him in what would be one of many bodily fluids. As the blood sprayed all over his face and the horrid screams continued to echo through the streets Jack linked the man to a pig screeching and squealing. The man’s screams as loud as they were, were not loud enough to alert the maggots inside, as their techno and metal music was too loud, drowning it out, why the police had not arrived Jack did not know nor did he care. Eventually the man’s screams ceased to nothing more than whimpering. Those around him were horrified at what they saw, not sure to attack or retreat they stood there like stunned rabbits.

Jack quickly rolled away getting to a kneeling position before standing up and getting to his feet; in the process he up a metal rod and his combat knife which were the only things that stood between him and the four remaining men who wanted to kill him. They panicked and in their panic they rushed him, Jack pushed kicked the closest man which sent him sprawling into the other, Jack flicked his knife into a reverse grip and stabbed the next closest man in the hand as he tried to punch him, brining the knife across the length of his arm, Jack would slash it across his throat. Using the metal rod to grab the man, using his rod in a orthodox grip Jack would swing aiming to place it up to the right side of his neck, belting it across his face with enough force to toss him to the side. He switched his knife grip back to an underhand style and as he followed the last attacker. Using him as a shield Jack blocked the next attack rolling around him he brought the metal rod across the second last man’s face, with enough force that he could no longer hold onto the rod.

The last man jumped on him, attempting to wrestle the knife free, Jack thrust his index and middle finger into the man’s throat, stunning him for a second, getting the upper hand. Jack grabbed hold of the back of the man’s neck and repeatedly began stabbing the man in the genitals and stomach tossing him aside too when he was finished, bleeding from his crotch and stomach. Jack spun his combat knife around so he was holding it by the tip of the blade, bring his hand up and down in one fluid and elegant motion he wasted his combat knife by throwing it at the last man standing. Jack threw it with enough force that when it landed into his shoulder it took the man off his feet, he hit the concrete floor instantly, the blood pool instantly building around the hole in his chest as the knife had pierced right through all the muscle. Jack ran toward the last boy who was now on his back with a knife sticking out from his shoulder, Jack would take two huge steps just like in basketball launching himself off the ground, Jack would sail toward the boy, protruding his right knee out Jack began to drop. Jack’s knee was driven into the boy’s face crushing it, all his teeth, pallet and nose were broken. Jack rolled forward the sound of the boy coughing blood, trying to scream for help but only able to make small groans, made Jack laugh a cold and sadistic laugh. Jack turned around as he walked toward the boy, sitting over him Jack resting his arse on his stomach as he began to play with the knife imbedded into his shoulder. “You know I really need my knife back, but don’t worry I’m not going to kill you see, if I killed all of you people would then get suspicious so of course I have to spare a few of you. But hey if you bleed out it’s not my fault” Jack would twist the knife and slash it back and forth, eventually digging it out of his shoulder with one final pull.

[Jack]

Jack got to his feet, looking around at his handy work, composing himself, he smiled at what he had just done, the majority were dead, the others would eventually die maybe only a few would survive. Going about retrieving his knives he dragged all the bodies to the side, dead or alive he wouldn’t want anyone to discover them while he dealt with the others. Once everything was sorted he brushed himself down and continued on, into the complex. Laughing in contempt at the soon to be glorious acts that he would commit just as his contractor wished. To be honest he never though this line of work would be so fun, who knows maybe he could do this as a professional. Jack could smell the blood in the air, he could smell the pain, the suffering, the fear, he began to see memories before him. The times he used to torture students with Lexandra and Conrad, the acts his master and mentor Stein had him commit, all in order to perfect his deadly skill all in order to make him a weapon. It all lead to a day where he would become the God over many people’s lives, where he could get to choose life or death of all those before him, the day when even the defenders were powerless to stop him, one day he would reach his goal.

For now he would concentrate on the task at hand, It was like pure ecstasy to him, the way he felt when he delivered the killing strike or the crippling blow, the way he felt when he severed someone’s arm off, maiming them for the rest of their life, it was just fucking orgasmic. Jack stumbled across that crow bar he was admiring before, letting out a chuckle, he net over picking it up as he continued to walk on into the car park, letting the crow bar drag behind him adding a rhythm to his death march.

As Jack entered the compound several heads turned toward him before they returned to whatever they were doing obviously un-interested in whatever or whoever he was, his combat knife secured safely in his left hoister while his switch blade was in its own hoister on the right side of his belt. Jack chuckled to himself as he walked toward the group, the grin only grew peaking as a girl stood up to greet him. Jack’s eyes followed the girl as she got up, stalking toward him, she wore revealing clothes, she was quite the attractive girl apart from her trashy appearance and obvious lack of decent company shame, really she had to die so soon, so young.

Hey good looking can I interest you in anything?

“I want you”

Hey slow down partner, we can work something out handsome

“No...I want your life”

Wha?

It was too late Jack’s hand shot up in the air, holding the crow bar above his head, what seemed like a century was only half a second, the girl’s eyes were fixed on him yet she couldn’t move. His left hand would move up slowly, to the bar and grip it, bringing it down with a two handed strike with all the force in his upper body and years of sword play (Kenjutsu). The wet sound would only reach Jack’s ears the music drowning out the noise passed the immediate area, Jack’s grin grew as blood squirted out spraying his face like a fountain, her eyes would roll back trying to look at the bar now buried in her skull. Jack would laugh as he let the bar go and with it his control over the girl, slowly the girl would pace backward, trying to turn around to reach her friends. Only succeeding to trip herself up, passing out and falling to the concrete flaw, hitting the ground in a way that the bar was dislodged along with a chuck of her skull.

A scream would pierce the air yet once again the sound not being able to escape the intermediate area. The whole group’s attention was drawn to what had just happened in total there were twenty males on the bottom level with some ten females now either cowering, screaming or picking up weapons and proceeding to yelling taunts and threats to Jack. He was debating what to do with the women, the men well their fate was sealed but could he carry out such a horrific act on multiple women? One was hard enough, his mind was soon made up when a bottle was thrown at him easily deflected, it was obvious. They were a threat that would have to be dealt with, Jack refused to go down here because he let something like his morals get in the way of his mission, of his duty. The sound changed to some Death metal song. Jack could only smile at this, it was only fitting that they died a brutal death to a brutal song. Jack was surrounded in a semi circle this limited the attacks to only three directions, his head turned from left to right scanning his new victims his grin broadening at the idea of killing or bashing them all. “Well... COME ON THEN!”. The first assailant came from his right a traditional left push kick, Jack stepped to his right, trapping the leg, his stepped backward with his left foot and brought his right foot in a stomping motion forward breaking the boy’s right knee. While he still trapped the boy’s leg he brought his fist sharply into the man’s ribs before pulling his fist back and launching it again, punching him in the ear. His next move would have to be quick, despite what it may have looked like in the movies, attackers just didn’t stand there and look at you. Grabbing the boy’s leg with both hands he would spin in a clockwise direction and throw the boy into three on coming attackers for the mean time creating a hole. Taking their space he would break past the wall of bodies on his far right. Now he could only get attacked from one direction, facing the wall of bodies as they moved toward him.

[Jack]

Jack would pull his combat knife out, flashing his teeth he would initiate his challenge to his new victims. He had dealt with one, now all he had to do was defeat the other twenty-nine, while their formation was in shambles you could best describe it as nine and ten with the girls either in the background or dispersed amongst the men. They were armed with knives, chains and bats, yet nothing Jack couldn’t handle. However dangerous they may seem, Jack was a soldier and soldiers always completed their mission. Yet if not taken seriously this would end with his death. Jack drew his combat knife in his left hand holding it in a reverse grip his nerves were a bit un-easy, having been an extremely long time since he was in such a situation, his calm breathing doing a lot in helping him steady himself, ready to carry out the next few moves.

The first attacker came storming out of the group. Running at him with a large wooden bat, he swung it with a huge cumbersome overhead strike, Jack side stepped the bat easily enough. Letting the ash wood bat soar directly passed him and eventually hit the ground, smashing into hundreds of pieces. Secretly thankful that it wasn’t his head who was on the receiving end of that impact. He brought his arms in close as if he were going to slip a punch, as the bat whooshed past him, he let his body to continue to move right. While Jack’s left arm would shoot out in a hooking motion slashing the male across the face. The male’s nose snapped cleanly toward him, along with his knife scarring the man for the rest of his life. Once he finished his first pass Jack would bring his blade back across as he stabbed the male in the shoulder with his blade, held in a reverse grip. Jack would push forward while he dug his blade in deeper, twisting he would slash away at the already shredded muscle. Careful not to cut the man’s major artery in half. He yanked his blade free moving forward into the oncoming wave, he was now in the middle of the first line in front of him there were 10 target, while either side of him there were three and five, there was still a large group of women who were not engaging him, as long as they remained so, they would be spared while the others no... no mercy would be shown to them . Jack had very little time to think instead relying on his pure killer instincts that had been drilled into him during his long years of training, he addressed the man to his right first. He would have to move quickly, keeping on the balls of his feet as he dodged a right straight, aiming to move around the man following his arm as he did so, Jack’s right forearm would wrap around his throat lifting him off the floor, he would use him as a shield protecting him from the twenty five or so gang members all who wanted to kill him.

He brought his knife up and down laughing as he stabbed him several times in the ribs feeling the air exhale from his body or the punctured lung give that final whoosh of air. Throwing him to his right in order to slow the remaining four men charging in Jack would continue to move forward. To stop moving was to put yourself at risk of being out flanked on your left or right side, to be outflanked meant the risk of attack was higher, the higher the risk the higher the gain. In this sort of situation you didn’t want lot of gain you wanted low risk!... well within reason of course, no one paid a lot of dosh for easy jobs now did they?

Deciding that the best course of action was the carve his way through and into the middle of the pack where some of the women and lesser skilled fighters were and deal with them . Jack’s hand would shoot out stabbing a man in the stomach as he charged forward running through the wall of bodies that stood between him and the un skilled fighters. Jack’s legs would continue to drive him forward until he burst through the pack. Jack would let go of the knife as his hand shot up grabbed the man by the face, slamming him into one of the various cars, breaking a window and denting the door on impact. The women screamed yet the music was simply too loud for anyone else apart from those in the intermediate area to here, he felt two strikes to his body as the women surrounded him, all coming at him with either weapons or bare fists. Four out of the remaining sixteen men were the first to react, pushing some of the women out of the way eager to get the killing blow on him. one jumped at Jack, one brining a bat down narrowly missing Jack’s head as he pulled his knife free from his last victim.

By simple instinct he spun around staring at the new threats figuring way about how to eliminate or disable them all. His back was to the car so he couldn’t go anywhere, for the time being he was trapped in front of him was a pack of four men behind them was a group of women and other men all armed and all capable of killing him. Jack kicked out at the middle man hitting him in the groin, the first one to attack him was the man with the bat, who recovered from his last failed swing, as swung horizontally, Jack leaned against the car using it as the ropes on a boxing ring. Letting the bat soar straight past his face, narrowly missing his fragile nose. The man swung around and hit one of his fellow gang members square in the face the one who Jack had just recently kicked s in the groin.

Jack took a quick step forward stomping on his face as he fell to the ground and taking him out of the fight for good. Jack used the time of uncertainty to spin around and make a run for higher ground, he jumped over the body of the man he stabbed who was now on the floor to his left . As he did so he noticed a man who was trying to outflank him, his hand shot out aimed to grab at the man’s throat. His attack was successful and he felt the moment of disappear in his victim as his large hands grabbed the male by the throat, wrestling with him he slammed him into the car a few time, making the mistake to turn his back on the enemies.

Jack’s index finger and thumb found the man’s adams apple and crushed it and along with it the man’s life. Not long after he felt a dull thud in his lower back as a knife was rammed into his back and deep into the armour that was his dragon breastplate. There was a split second of hesitation both in his attackers minds and his own. Did he just get stabbed? Was he okay? Then realization came in about his breast plate, that realization turned to relief thanking god for whoever gave him the Dragon’s chest plate. Jack spun around elbowing the man in the side of the skull, using the spinning momentum to switch hands and slam his skull through the car window despite having a knife still in his left hand, he made do with what he had. Leaving his head in it as it pressed down on the broken glass cutting his throat to shreds leaving him to slowly bleed out.

[Jack]

Jack faced the gang, his hands were up covering his face as he looked them all in the eye, they were pressing in and would eventually completely surround him, making it extremely hard to move. Jack took a step back, spinning around he quickly jumped up on top of the car in an attempt to get some distance between himself and those who wanted to attack him. This made a few of them surge forward breaking their previously calm and solid line. There were thirteen men left with nine women, they were all spread out in the group, the women either trapped in the middle in an attempt to get out or fighting to get to the front to have a crack at Jack, either way it didn’t matter. While the line of men and women surged forward, attacking the car and at the man who had claimed it as his hill.

One man jumped on the car in a desperate attempt to gain some territory on Jack, he was met with a quick and swift death, Jack’s switch blade buried into his neck, Jack threw the dead man behind him, laughing as he did so, losing his switch blade in the process. As the man fell backward Jack forgot to retrieve his knife swearing as he lost his switch blade swearing even louder as his attackers moved around in an attempt to flank him. As the car was surrounded, they began to climb it, Jack buried his boot onto one of the men’s face feeling his nose break under his boot along with several teeth that would forever be lost. He felt someone grab at his pants, he roared his challenge as he stomped on the female’s head, reaching down he pulled her by her blood stained hair, flinging her up into the air, before letting go, his hand moving under her chin driving her into the concrete ceiling.

It wasn’t long until they over ran him, instantly feeling it as a strong hand grab at his coat pulling him down off the car. Jack landed on his back, his hand found a hilt to something, he thanked god, his hands grabbed the hilt of his switch blade and pulled it free. Not long after he hit the ground Jack’s hand would cover his face as he began to get stomped and kicked, there were six huddled around him, there wasn’t much room and those with bats or larger weapons couldn’t use them due to their size and the possibility of hitting their own allies. Jack’s hand shot out as he desperately slashed at his attacks feet and shins. Three backed off as he connected with their legs making it impossible for them to walk or continue fighting he saw his chance, rolling over he buried the blade into a man’s foot, using the space his body created as a ladder to haul his own up. He spun around on his shoulders windmilling his legs out to knock over anyone else who was in the intermediate area. As fast as he could get up to his feet he spun around, getting some distance between himself and the larger group. He could now face the remaining six, only two of which were un harmed and able to actually fight at fully capacity.

The first man to attack with a bat (the one Jack stabbed in the foot) was quickly dealt with catching the bat, Jack’s hand would tighten around wooden bat and rip the bat free from the man’s weak grip. Grabbed the man by the shirt he would spin him around allowing left forearm kept pressure on his throat as he held him close, slowly backing away from the oncoming group. Jack would make sure he held him in a way that he kept the man to the one side, placing as much pressure on his injured foot. Jack placed his bat in between the man’s thighs so that it locked the man’s knees together, rotating his body sharply. Jack felt the man’s knees dislocate and break well before he heard them the man’s shouts of pain muffled and distorted as Jack’s forearm crushed his throat. As the remaining six men ran along with a few women around the car they failed to realize that the women and those who had been left behind injured were also his target. Throwing his previous hostage to the side he began running forward. He took them all by surprise stepping up onto the car he leaped forward, brining the bat over his head he buried into a female’s skull, now having landed in the middle of their group he went berserk, swinging wildly left right centre it didn’t matter. All he knew is that he was drawing more and more blood and he enjoyed it, the screams were like the pleasant melody of an orchestra. One, two, three, four went down unchallenged those remaining ran toward him, men women it didn’t matter. Armed with knives and metal rods, Jack buried his bat into another’s head while the rest backed off waiting for the majority of the left over’s to come and help them. Jack chased a male down slamming his bat into the back of his skull before he was forced to let the rest go. Now being faced with a much larger group as well as being severely pissed off with him.

[Jack]

Jack quickly moved back, getting as much room as he could between himself and the group of twelve in front of him. Hissing at them challenging them to come to their peril, one yelled at him and charged forward, Jack breathed out with a loud “umph!” as he ducked low swinging the bat connecting perfectly with his knees, the feeling of the bat snapping the boy’s leg sent a shock wave down his arm, holding his grip strong. Taking the male cleanly off his feet, Jack would haul the bat back into the air ready for the next swing. Jack would stare at the remaining men and women, they were all terrified and the way Jack looked at them showed them that if pushed he would kill each and every last one of them. When none moved Jack brought the bat back down onto the boy’s face, No, No! Please wait!!!!! Jack didn’t the bat came crashing down onto the boy’s face just like a mighty wave hitting the cliff face, his blood spraying up covering his already bloody body.

Jack had not gone through this whole ordeal unharmed, during the first half of the fight he had been hit more times than he could remember bleeding from the side of his face as well minor cuts and sever bruising along his arms and legs. His arms were beginning to feel heavy, as well as the corks in his leg making it difficult to move in the short bursts that his fighting style required. For a second, for a split second he regretted taking this commission, feeling that the money he was being paid wasn’t worth it. Yet he knew, deep down he knew that at the end of the day it was worth it because he enjoyed it. He sent a little pray up to God thanking him for whoever gave him the chest plate which had saved him from what would have been several fatal stab wounds. His large overcoat having absorbed some of the impact from the kicks and any other blunt weapons which had connected with his body, however doing little for the cuts along his fore arms and upper arms.

The next man charged at Jack, he quickly took the man’s space as he side stepped him, using the hilt of his bat to pummel him in the ribs breaking a few as he shoulder him off. Running forward he swung the bat in an arcing motion as he buried it into the head of another unlucky male. One other male swung a heavy chain at Jack’s face, instinctively blocking it with his right hand he let go of the bat as he grabbed on with his other hand (the hand holding the bat), this left him in a power struggle with the man who held the chain. Gripping the chain with both hands he tore it out of the boy’s hands, this left Jack’s body wide open, the men saw their opportunity and they took it, Jack had the wind knocked out of him as he was spear tackled to the ground. As the seven men and what few women were left fighting jumped on him and began kicking him punching him and even scratching, Jack lashed out, stabbing the man who tackled him in the eye with his middle and index finger . He rolled over still being kicked covering his face the chest plate protecting his ribs and any other of his vitals, maybe they hadn’t realized by now but the blows to his torso were not working nor were they ever going to. Jack’s blood began to boil, the blood lust was coming back, the beast was clawing at his insides to be let out.

Jack’s right fist flew out in a reverse back hand knocking one of them off their feet, they all suddenly backed away now, Jack had gone into berserk his mind was numb to all pain his eyes blood shot, the only thought process going on his mind was kill kill kill. As Jack walked over the man he stabbed in the eye, he brought his foot up and then down stomping him several times cleanly in the face, every time the man squealed until it turned to whimpers and finally with one last stop the man was quiet. The male who he back handed had recovered, he swung a wild hay maker, Jack ducked under brining his hand to his check he pushed up off the ground slamming the man’s head into the concrete ceiling, blood dribbled down the side of his face and down Jack’s tanned hand. Jack stared at the remaining five men his face moved into a snarl, there was no bargaining with him no amount of begging, he wanted cold blooded murder and that’s exactly what he was going to get. “Your all fucking dead, you hear me? DEAD!” Jack picked up his bat with his other hand , having to dislodge it from a man’s skull, fresh and old blood staining the ash wood. Jack brought it up to his mouth licking some of the blood off showing the remaining maggots his insanity. Chuckling as he slowly paced forward, raising the bat in the air he would pulse forward bringing it down cracking the man’s skull in half, Jack would yell at the top of his lungs as his battle cry shook the building, it blended in nicely with the screaming of the MP’s.

Jack was moving in blurs, possibly reaching a speed he hadn’t for a very long time, the real Jack was out, the Dragon was in full flight. He hadn’t felt this good since his time in New York, Jack’s lips formed a grin as he stared at the remaining victims as they gradually go closer. The first victim swung horizontally at Jack’s head, ducking he brought the chain across his body slashing across the man’s face dislocating the man’s jaw along with flesh and teeth. Jack would flick the chain back with a flick of his wrist arcing it around he would bury the chain once more into the man’s face. Jack would push kick the male into the floor, his left foot landing onto his face.

Jack would bring the bat down over his head and scream as he buried his bat into the man’s face as he sent him further into the ground. Jack’s body began morphing so to speak, he hunched over low, his eyes grew colder, his facial expressions grew detached, distorted even. Everything switched from full of life to being devoid of emotion despite the fact that he was thoroughly enjoying this little performance of his. He brought the bat up and down, several time as if he were following a beat slow, quick, quick, slow. The remaining four stared at him, dropping their weapons they fell to their knees giving up all hope of survival. please.... they begged as the wooden bat met their skulls, all three of them went down one after another it took three swings to knock them down and three more to kill. The forth man saw there was no point in begging jumping to his feet he charged, Jack stabbed his bat into the man’s chest stopping him dead in his tracks, throwing his chain out at him Jack wrapped it around his throat dropping his bat, hauling him into the air. Jack watched as the man kicked out, letting him drop Jack would let the chain slacken only once he found the other end would he pull on it again, this time crushing the wind pipe. Jack tightened the grip around his throat, laughing as he broke the man’s neck, under all the pressure.