'What the fuck is all this..? Where did everything go wrong? Who is this modafucker?' Donald, one of the biggest drug barons and underground boss ran through the woods with fear written all over his face. He didn't even know how everything ended up the way they did, but one thing he knew for sure was that he needed to get away from the monster who was chasing him like he had been the nemesis of this monster of a human.
Things had started going haywire when his merchandise had been getting destroyed forcing him to a corner. All of a sudden, someone had burst into his warehouse killing all his bodyguards and delinquents he had under him single-handedly. He couldn't even fight back as he was being toyed by the monster. All he could do was run and hope he could survive but even that seemed impossible when he kept hearing the scary sound of death behind him, calling him with a benign smile.
"Keep running Donald. Your end is here and you can't outrun it hehe" The more Donald heard this, he felt like he was going crazy. Who was this punk and what did he ever do to him?
"Fucking leave me alone BITCH!! What do you want? Money? Drugs? Women? I will give you anything you want. Just let me live" Donald had already lost count of how many times he had said this line but his soon to be killer wanted to remove the soon to be so quick.
Donald tripped and fell on his face while rolling on dirt, but he didn't mind. He needed to escape, alas his pursuer had caught up to him. "Donald…Donald. Do you still need to run? "
"Fucker who are you to toy with me so!!!" Donald shouted but got a merciless kick on his mouth which made his mouth bleed. He was sure he had lost a couple of teeth with that hit as his face was all bloodied. That was when his attacker removed his mask, shocking Donald. It was the worst person to see in such a situation.. It was the Grim reaper of the Underworld and one of the undisputed dark horses of the underworld who no one could trace; Quincy Jin.
Who didn't know Quincy in the whole underground. Different syndicates gave way when Quincy was on the move because he was a monster no one wanted to offend. He was like a war veteran, topped with his wealth, skill and unrivalled intelligence so Donald was perplexed that such a figure would want to wipe both him and his gang out, not even pitying his business.
"Why are you after me? What wrong did I do to you? What crime have I committed to you that you decided to go against the code of the underworld and wipe me out? Do you think the Black Gun syndicate backing me will keep quiet about this?" Donald hoped to at least get an answer before killing him. It would be quite unfair to die without even knowing why you died. Quincy on the other hand just scoffed at him. He stepped, breaking Donald's fingers one after the other mercilessly, still keeping up his benign smile that scared Donald shitless coupled with the pain of his fingers being crushed under Quincy's shoes.
"Hehehe...how does it feel to see death staring right in front of you bastard? How does it feel loosing everything you ever had eh? You took everything away from me, my joy, my everything and you dare ask me what crime you have committed? . You may not remember the child that you let go after killing the parents in the most brutal way 17 years ago at Boston city. You let me live while mocking me and giving me this scar on my rib to remember you by. I'm gonna kill you in the worst possible way Donald and I will return the scar you gave me in a nice way."
Immediately, as if Donald finally remembered who Quincy truly was, he started laughing like he had gone mad. " Who knew that that little bastard I pitied turned out to be my nemesis huh. I would have killed you bastardy along with you shitty family dammit." Donald looked at the bloodstain on Quincy's shirt and smiled ruthlessly. "You yourself don't have much time left Quincy hehehe. You're gonna die as well. Let's die together hahaha"
Quincy looked at this maniac who suddenly wasn't fazed by death. He took out a dagger and smiled as he began chopping off his nails and making numerous cuts. Donald felt like this was the worse death to give even an enemy. Quincy poured an acid from Donald's laboratory on him which decomposed the body slowly but gave times 100 of the pain. He kept torturing Donald while making him go through pains that no one ever wanted to go through. Donald at this point didn't have finger as as they were all chopped off.
"Just kill me please. Kill me and get it over and done with" Donald was now tearing up. He was now desperate for death. But he knew very well that Quincy would not grant him that wish. "Savor this feeling bastard. You will die a very painful death. You're gonna wish you never crossed paths with me."
"You will die and join your family Quincy. You will die and not even have a place in hell you bastard haha. You wikk die not even knowing why I killed your parents bastard!! Die!!" Donald cursed with extreme hatred and agony.
Quincy took out the gallon of diesel he brought with him and poured it around Donald and the inflammable liquids near him. He walking away before he stopped. He turned around to looked at Donald and smiled. "Don't worry. The Black Gun Syndicate will follow after you sooner or later, but your end is here Donald. Hastala Vista" he clicked his lighter on and threw it to the diesel. "Baby" giving it a boom. Donald's shrieks could be heard as he screamed so loud under the influence of the flames.
Quincy after finally getting his revenge, rather than feeling relieved, was rather sad. He felt empty inside as he too knew he would die soon. Fighting against numerous enemies with weapons, bare handedly wasn't something easy. He had many cut wounds but still made sure he killed Donald in the worse possible way.
On reaching the main road, he saw a child crying and looking for her mom in the middle of the road. A car was speeding towards her. He didn't want a parent to loose their child. He rushed to her despite his injuries, pushing her out of the way. Unfortunately, he couldn't push himself along. He was hit by the car mercilessly. He even heard his ribs crack but the car didn't slow down. It just continued moving. Now Quincy knew for sure that he was gonna die here.
The girl's mom came calling her name when she saw her daughter crying over a man that was on his deathbed
"Amaya right? Don't cry. Just make sure not to enter the road. Don't disturb your mom further okay?" Amaya nodded her head after hearing Quincy. The mother got the gist of what was happening and immediately broke into tears. She was crying so much.
"Aaah... I don't wanna die. It's so painful. So this is how it feels when you see your life flashing before your eyes huh. I hope Diego uses that briefcase I gave him and brings down the Syndicate or even my ghost will haunt him."
Suddenly everywhere was so bright as it began to glow as Quincy began to hear a different voice from his.
"I wanna die and leave this world. I wish someone could help me take away this pain" and everything was dark.
Some minutes later, Quincy woke up. He was shocked.
Wasn't I about to die some minutes ago? Why do my body feel so light.
He jumped up and felt refreshed with a lot of energy. He looked at the room and glanced at a mirror, only to see a young boy in his 17s. Black Buzz cut hair with blue eye balls. Not to skinny, but had a little toned body.
"The fuck is this all about? Is this me?.." Donald looked at the mirror with a shocked expression on his face. "Was I.... reincarnated??"