Liam had left Amstrid hours ago.
He walked through the streets of Country Z as he would start his investigation the next day.
He had gone to a restaurant to have dinner. Then he stopped by a movie theater.
It was late at night when he decided to head back to his tiny cottage located at a very secluded abandoned part of the town.
He walked through the dark alleys caring less about the dangers that lurks around. He personally, was danger itself.
His cottage was still miles away, but he chose to walk there to avoid anyone finding out his location.
The loud shriek of someone in pain pierced his ears and he halted, turning to the direction of the sound.
He waited for a while to listen for the sound, just to be sure he was not imagining things.
There was silence afterwards, but he was sure he heard the cry of someone in pain. If he was not mistaking, it sounded like a female.
He slowly walked to the dark alley where the shrill cry came from. It was dark. Really dark.
Thanks to the moonlight, he was able to make out the figures standing close to a possibly dead body.
They sensed his presence and turned to face him.
"What are you staring at punk? Go jerk off somewhere else." One of the guys said as he continuously struck a crowbar on his palm.
Liam's gaze moved from the man who spoke, and back to the body lying still on the cold floor.
"What's going on here?" He asked calmly.
The thugs all laughed out. "Awwn. How cute. Big boy's trying to be a superhero." another guy said in a baby voice.
"Get lost asshole. We don't want to hurt you." The thug added in his normal voice.
"Hurt me? Wait a second, you all think you could actually hurt me? I'm not tryna be a superhero, but if you guys don't leave now, then I'll be both the superhero and the villain." Liam grinned like a demon possessed child.
Once again, the thugs all burst out in a fitful of laughter.
"Oh my gosh, are you hearing what I'm hearing Derrick. This tiny human thinks he can actually hurt us, I'm so scared please help me." They laughed harder.
"Look here kid, you have one more chance to leave this place, but if you insist..." One of the guys said signalling the rest of them to attack Liam.
"I thought you said I was a tiny human. Don't tell me you all are going to attack one little unarmed human like me with such weapons." Liam said in a pleading voice.
"1 2 3... You are even eight in number. and you all intend on attacking a little kid like me with such tools." Liam cried out.
The thugs believed he was truly scared. "Come on now, that's not going to be a fair fight... On your side." Liam stared intently at the thugs, walking towards them slowly, with a wicked smile.
The moment he completed his sentence, the thugs were unable to fathom what was happening.
Liam who was few meters away from their position, stood mysteriously at their front.
While they were still wondering how he got to the place they stood so quickly, one of the thugs was sent flying by a kick and his body crashed on the wall.
He slumped to the ground lifeless as blood streamed through his mouth.
"Who's next?" Liam smiled like a serial killer. The thugs eyes redirected from their fallen member to Liam.
They all looked angry as they brought out their weapons, tactically going round him.
"Don't tell me you're getting angry? Spiderman's just getting started." He grinned as one of the thugs rushed at him, but he evaded the attack with ease.
"Is that all you've got?" Liam yelled looking at them with disappointment.
"I'm gonna KILL YOU." Another thug yelled attacking Liam with a crowbar. Liam caught his arm midair, twisting it round before ripping it off it's hinges.
The thug fell to the ground screaming in pain as blood gushed out non stop.
"Oh. Does this belong to you? You can have it." Liam said with a sinister smile as he tossed the ripped out arm back on the thugs body.
Liam smiled widely like he was enjoying the sight of the blood.
The rest of the thugs attacked all at once cause they were scared of attacking singly.
Their attempts to bring Liam down all at once were fruitless as Liam took them down one by one with a single hit.
They all laid on the ground groaning in pain, each holding on to the part of their body that ached the most, but non of them were ready to give up.
The guy who had his arm ripped off kept screaming in pain as more blood oozed out of his arm like a waterfall.
His screams slowly turned to whispers until he stopped breathing.
All six of the once still alive staggered back on their feets, determined to take down Liam.
"Wrong choice boys." Liam said as he launched at them with full force.
One of the thugs slashed at him with a knife, and Liam dodged the attack, turning the tide on the thug, snatching the knife from him, slitting his throat with it. The thug gurgled before giving up.
Soon all 8 thugs lied down in the blood filled alley, Dead.
Or so Liam had thought. Unexpectedly, one of the thug stood and slashed Liam in the arm with a knife before making a run for it.
Liam winced in pain as he held onto his bleeding arm tightly. He tore a piece of his shirt and wrapped it round his arm.
Liam stared at the body of the lady lying unconscious on the floor. He checked her pulse to see if she was still alive and luckily she was, just knocked out.
Liam stood there for a while, staring at the body of the young lady, wondering if he should call the cops or take her with him to his place.
"If I call the cops, they might question me about the seven dead bodies here." Liam stood there contemplating on what to do.
"Ughh. I guess you're coming with me, young lady." Liam sighed in frustration as he lifted her weak body up, flinging it across his shoulder like a weightless sack.