Author's note: Hey guys! Just a short message to all of you. I have no writing experience whatsoever, but I enjoy reading web novels, so I decided to make one of my own.

Tenkss you!

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Chapter 1

Pss! Pch! Water splashed around.

Ack! No, I can't stop now.

In a random dark and cold alleyway at around 1 AM, a 17 year old teen is running away from four big black dudes chasing him.

Ha... sh*tty legs, don't give in now. Move, damn it. You have trained for this exact moment when you get chased by four big black dudes. Wait a minute, that doesn't sound right—I mean, running away in this type of scenario.

Are they still after me; holy shit, why are they so persistent in catching me what did I do to deserve this? Sure, I've beaten some kids up for no good reason, might also be an asshole, but getting jumped by four black dudes is a bit much. Don't you think so?

Who am I even talking to in the first place? I should focus on running, but I can't run anymore. I'm really tired. Should I just lay down and give up?

I slapped myself and..

When did I become such a b*tch? No one dies from running too much. So, move them legs faster. Why the hell are they also moving faster? They are closing down the distance at a fast rate. Not good!

FK!

I felt a sharp stinging pain that made my leg stop moving. I cramp up at this critical moment? I'm screwed. It hurts I can't run anymore. What do I do now? I can't take all four of them head-on, and plus, those guys might not have weapons on them, which is good, but they can fight. I'll at least try everything I can. I know I can't do sh*t right now. I'm not some cool badass main character.

I'm just a regular dude named Axcel who beats up kids for fun.

Four big black dudes arrived, and I'm fking scared. Look at them. They are all at least 6'4" in height and are heavyweights. I ain't doing shi*.

"Hey guys, come on, let's talk this out or fight this out," I said, acting confidently, but I got no response. Sad but not unexpected. So I asked again,

"Can we at least fight one on one, and if I win, you guys leave me alone? How about it?"

....

Silence.

It didn't work, and all four of them decided to attack me. Tears started flowing down my beautiful eyes. I'm scared. What do I do to survive, If I survive tonight I will stop complaining about everything else and start working harder .

Ack!

I think that broke my leg I got hit by a low calf kick that did heavenly wonders for my left leg, followed up by a clean swift jab that I wasn't able to see by black dude number two that hit my beautiful V-shaped chin that also did heavenly wonders, followed up by whatever it was that hit my liver. It also did heavenly wonders. Yeah, I have gone crazy because of the pain. It hurts like a b*tch.

Make it stop, you bastards I yelled while throwing out a sloppy hook that missed as expected, why did I expect it to land? At the last moment of that amazing night, I saw a beautiful uppercut heading to my V-shaped jaw.

I slept peacefully that uppercut was beautifully executed. they are currently carrying me to a van. I do not know what will happen to me but I'm probably getting kidnapped. I should at least try to escape, right? Who am I kidding? What can I even do right now? Run away? I already tried that. Talked to them? Got knocked out. Fight them? Dont bother. Observing the situation and hoping for the best is all I can do, which isn't so great.

They tossed me like a bag of sack potatoes. It wasn't gentle at all. It took all I had for them not to notice that I was awake.

Shkkk vroom! The engine started, and the van began to move.

After a few minutes

...

Ka chak!

The van stopped, and they opened the door. One of the kidnappers went in and slapped the living shit out of me.

There's no use to keep on acting, so I woke up and saw that dude was carrying a big syringe and a weird-looking capsule with a white liquid inside it and proceeded to extract the white liquid inside the capsule and transfer it to the syringe.

There is no way they're going to inject that in me, right?

"Hey, please don't do it. I don't know what's that white liquid right there, but I don't want it. You guys can double it and give it to the next person," I plead and beg him, not to,

to no avail, and I felt a prick on my right shoulder.

"Hey, man! What the hell, man? Not cool!"

After saying those words my body started convulsing and tweaking until I lost consciousness...

Tsssss...

(#%£^#) Reporting, about the white liquid experiment, out of 1000 subjects tested, none survived. The majority of them started convulsing and tweaking. This one is the same case as before. Therefore, project white liquid is hereby stopped due to a hundred percent fatality rate.

"Let's leave the body here and give me the remaining capsule. Let's use everything up. The project has been stopped. Might as well."