"Young teen found dead after being r*ped in an alley in Gong city....No suspects have been taken in yet, killer still at large...
The static sound of television news.
A man with his hands and legs tied on a chair, half-conscious, gruntingly looked around. Surrounded by cardboard boxes and shelves it seemed he was in some sort of store room.
In front of him stood another man. Not too tall not too short, and wore a black leather jacket and helmet covering his head. The man had a steel baseball bat in his hands gripping it tightly as he waited for the man on the chair to speak.
"WHO. WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE DOING THIS TO ME?"
The tied man screamed in shock as he realized his situation.
"Huh...Isn't that you, they are looking for in the news?"
The man said as he pointed his bat at the old television.
"YEAH? HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT? YOU DON'T ANY PROOF."
The man screamed disgracefully.
The man standing stayed quiet filled with disgust at the behaviour of the criminal.
The man standing lowered his bat from the television and slowly grabbed it with both his hands and pointed at the man tied to the chair and swung the iron bat at the head of the criminal.
Blood splattered across the floor and screams of agony filled the room.
One hit and the criminal was now begging to let him go.
The man with the bat now put the bat on the side of the criminal's head, he pulled back the bat and swung it right at the criminal's head with a cracking sound from the criminal's head.
This time there was no sound from the criminal. He was unconscious from the hits on the head.
Again
The criminal slowly opens his bloodied eyes. This time he finds his mouth stuffed with cloth and one of his legs untied and the man still standing in front of him just without the bat this time.
"This time you are not going to sleep."
He said as grabbed his leg held it up flat and put his foot on the criminal's knee and slowly began putting pressure on it.
The criminal screamed but his voice was muffled, he madly began shaking his head but futile.
The leg began bending in the opposite direction while the man screamed in agony as he tried to move his tied body in any way but useless.
'Crack!'
Broke the leg.
The leg was snapped and was facing the opposite direction of what it should. The room was again filled with the muffled screams of the criminal.
The man turned around and left leaving the criminal crying in pain.
The man walked outside on a gray and windy day and took off his helmet revealing a man in his twenties with messy hair and dark bags under his eyes. On the doorsteps of that storeroom, he took out a cigarette and proceeded to light it with a lighter. He took a deep breath of the smoke and exhaled it with relief as he looked up at the cloudy sky.
Another man suddenly appeared behind him and spoke.
"What would you like to do with him now? June."
The man asked tensely.
"Begin the Reformation, I am leaving for the Den."
June ordered as put back his helmet after flicking away his cigarette away.
He walked toward a stylish black motorbike and quickly hopped on it before putting in the key and starting the roaring engine.
The man saw June ride away on his bike before slowly turning away with a serious expression hanging from his face and walking into the storeroom where the criminal was kept confined.
The criminal cried out for forgiveness to the man but his cries were simply ignored by the dead look he gave to the criminal.
The man pulled out a cell phone from his pants pocket, tapped a few buttons, and put it on his ear, ringing.
"We begin."
He plainly said as he put his phone back in his pocket.
The man walked past the criminal and pulled a cardboard box out of the piles of boxes and opened it to reveal dozens of green transparent injections being stored in it.
Many empty slots were visible. It had been used before.
The man pulled out a syringe and unsealed it as walked toward the criminal and firmly grabbed the criminal by his hair to stabilize his head.
He then stabbed the criminal with the syringe and slowly pushed in the transparent liquid of the injection while the criminal made cries of pain, confined.
The criminal slowly started to quiet down until none of his cries were heard and his head flopped down, unconscious.
Time passed, and sounds of vehicles approaching could be heard from within the storeroom. The man left the storeroom.
A huge iron truck had stopped in front of the storeroom accompanied by half a dozen shiny black cars.
A couple of men got out of one of the black cars and hurriedly entered the storeroom.
Minutes later they came out of the storeroom dragging the unconscious body of the criminal.
The men hurriedly threw the criminal into the back of the truck and locked it from the outside to ensure safety.
Another man, fat and well-dressed with a stiff look on his face approached the man.
"Where is the Boss? Kyser."
He had a dominating but Kyser took it lightly.
"At the 'Den' Mathew. At. The. Den."
He replied as he walked toward the car Mathew came out of.
Kyser sprung into the driver's seat and drove away leaving the fat man behind.
Mathew watched it happen and let out a sigh as he climbed onto one of the many other cars surrounding the truck.
All the vehicles slowly started to drive away with the black cars surrounding the truck as guards.
All the vehicles left the building mass and started moving into more of a forest-like scenery.
Amid the green forest a torn apart building.
The cars surrounding the truck stopped in front of the abandoned ruin of a building.
The men hurriedly got off the cars and saw a menacing silhouette of a man standing on the roof of the building staring down at the men.