Heavy panting and hurried steps echoed within a empty alley, adding to the chaotic symphony often heard on a night within the Slum City of Vacos. Police sirens sang faintly in the distance. The alleys happenings seemed neglible amidst the chaos.
The so called "city" was a hotspot for crime and corruption, a place filled to the brim with sin. Murderers, thieves, ex-convicts and rapists were among the more common of residents. It was a hard task to find anyone housing a clear conscience here.
Despite its status as a city everyone referred to the place as the "slums", since that was the conditions the 99% of occupants were living in.
Vague and thick clouds shrouded the pale moon obscuring its natural light. It made the dim glow radiating from street lamps the alleys only luminance.
The rundown buildings of the slums offered little protection from the elements so bitter cold temperatures ran rampant on nights like these. The frail metal houses that occupy the slums followed no rhyme or reason and since there was no roads they would lump and overlap at points making it an architects worst nightmare.
It was ironic that even in an age where humans have reached an unimaginable level of prosperity, a time where superpowers exist, a time where you can fly to another planet as easy as catching a plane, that people would still live in these kinds of conditions.
While most residents slept in their humble abodes a certain youth seemed to be in quite the situation.
"Oh f**k" Kreon cursed through labored breaths, his short black hair was drenched with sweat.
The shady alley he fled down just led him straight into a dead end, he quickly spun around hoping he could still salvage the situation, but it was too late. They had caught up.
Six rough looking men staggered into the entrance of the alley, trapping him inside. Looking back, Kreon knew it was probably not the best idea to run blindly in a random direction, hoping he could shake them however he hardly had time to think of that in his panicked state. Now, somehow, he was in a dead end alley within the factory section of the city, far from where this chase had started.
Knowing he was in a bad spot his frosty blue eyes began to urgently scan the alley while searching for a way to escape. High walls stood on both sides of the alley, it was squeezed between two shabby factories. The alleys end was blocked by a 3 metre high brick wall, barbed wire lined its edge making it impossible to climb. The alley itself was about 20 metres long and only wide enough to fit two people side by side. Kreon had taken a risk by coming down here, which quite obviously did not end very well.
Being left with no other option Kreon turned his attention back towards his pursuers. It seemed if he wanted to escape he would have to find a way to get past the men. Fortunately for Kreon it looked like his pursuers were on the verge of collapse which, considering the chase he had led them on, Kreon did not find very surprising.
The teenager was clearly tired as well only to a much lesser degree. This was definitely not his first rodeo, the years spent surviving in the slums had made him quite the expert on running for his life. What his scrawny and under fed body lacked in strength it made up for in speed and agility.
While Kreon continued to scan the recovering pursuers everything seemed almost hopeless. Apart from the temporary exhaustion Kreon had no other advantages over the six men, if things continued this way his capture was definite. As his chances plummeted Kreons lips slowly rose into a nervous smile, it was a bad habit of his. Whenever he felt any kind of strong emotions his face would automatically stretch into a grin.
If anyone were watching they would think he was mad. A million things ran though his head, even the thought of resigning himself to fate and surrendering. It would probably save him a lot of pain but he sqaushed those poisonous thoughts.
' I dont like my chances but fuck it. Its either I die definitely or die probably, and I dont feel like dying so its really a no brainer'
Kreon steeled his will, deciding to put his everything into escaping. His smile slightly grew as he noticed 'he' wasnt among the men pursuing him.
Despite the pleasant surprise Kreon knew escaping would still be far from easy, however with his new found confidence and bit of help from lady luck he thought it was possible.
Knowing that taking them by surprise would be essential he began to formulate a plan as the six men, having slightly recovered, began to walk towards Kreon, showing not a shred of caution. They seemed confident that escape was impossible. After all who would expect that a single semi malnourished kid would be capable of getting past six grown men inside a cramped alley?
Seeing that their guards were down Kreons plan sprang into action. Once they were in range, he quickly grasped the first thing he found off the ground, which conveniently happened to be a palm sized rock, and flung it with all his strength at the leading man. He could barely see anything in the poor lighting so he could only pray he would hit something. A sickening crunch answered his prayers as the rock made contact with the man's forehead, caving it in. Blood mixed with bits of brain began to spurt from the wound as he collapsed. The man couldn't even make a sound before falling victim to an instant death.
Using the opportunity Kreon was able to dart past two more of the closest men. Partly due to the blood that had been flung into their eyes. But mostly because they were still in a daze from the sudden and surprising death of their companion. While they were certainly no strangers to death being people of the slums themselves, they certainly weren't expecting such a ruthless response from a seemingly harmless man. It wasn't until Kreon reached the fourth man that they realized he was escaping.
"You bastard!" The fourth man yelled in rage as he came out of his stupor.
Kreon ducked under a wild right hook aimed at his head and, without slowing, sent a hook of his own aimed at a mans greatest weakness. His balls. The blow connected and a gruesome pop sounded, causing Kreon to grimace, his own balls shriveling in fear. Immediately the man dropped to his knees frothing at the mouth but even then Kreon couldn't afford to linger.
Despite Kreons genuine empathy with the man, as it was a fate he wouldn't wish upon even his worst enemies, he didn't feel bad. Kreon lived according to a strict set of rules, one of them being that "Numero uno always, and I mean ALWAYS comes first." If crushing someone's manhood led to him living another day, then said someone could kiss their precious manhood goodbye.
There were only two people left on Kreons path to escape, the other two were hot on his heels. Mustering all his speed Kreon sprinted forward looking like a steamroller was gunning for the duo, however when only three metres separated them Kreon veered to the left. Using a dumpster as a step he leapt over the final two.
Seeing their dumb founded expressions caused Kreons moderately handsome face to morph into a smirk. While still airborne he sent a cheeky wink their way. His usual mischievious arrogance started to return as his escape grew near.
'Nothing quite like the feeling of having a bad plan go right' He thought, celebrating silently.
Landing smoothly and without breaking stride Kreons smile only grew. Now that there were only ten more metres of nothing but air between him and the alleys exit Kreons escape appeared all but assured. With a cocky smirk still upon his face Kreon looked over his shoulder and blew a kiss using his middle finger, no way in hell would he let such a perfect opportunity to gloat pass him by.
His gesture encouraged some "enthusiastic" replies from the men.
"Someone catch that cocky brat!", "I want his head or the boss will have ours!", "Kill that heartless b*tch" Were just a few of them.
Kreon continued to put as much distance between him and his pursuers as he could.
"You silly people never learn do you?" he teased, looking over his shoulder. He was almost out the alley.
"I'm Kreon Chaos, the greatest thing to ever live in this pile of shit city. Did you really think I could be caugh-"
Unfortunately, Kreon's self praising victory speech was rudely interrupted when a fist collided with his turnt and still stupidly grinning head.
The impact hit him like a truck sending him barreling right back down the alley until he came skidding to a stop right back where he started. The shallow rise and fall of Kreons chest indicated he was still alive
A man stood at the entrance of the alley menacingly, his right fist still clenched and dripping blood.
"Piss off you useless bastards, I want a bit of alone time with our 'friend' here" He said.