Ren is watching the scene unfold from outside the window, his heart pounding in his chest. His initial instinct is to run—just leave. The chaos inside the restaurant isn't his problem, right?
"I should just run away," he mutters under his breath, already taking a step back. But then the thought hits him like a slap to the face.
They know my address. His stomach twists. And Lina also lives there. His pace halts. If i run away, they'd find her, and she wouldn't stand a chance against them.
He clenches his fists, panic, and anger wrestling inside him. "I have to do something and fast."
His gaze narrows, darkening with a sinister thought. "Maybe I should just take care of them here. End it all here smashing them to shit."
The temptation of power surges inside him, and for a brief moment, his eyes darken, hunger stirring within. His fingers twitch, yearning to unleash the storm inside. But then reasoning pulls him back from the edge.
"No, not here. There are too many witnesses. If I make a move now, it'll all come crashing down on me later. I need a place... Where I can take care of them without being seen."
His thoughts race, thinking of places like that nearby until his mind lands on a solution.
The abandoned building... not far from here. No one goes there. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
"Yeah, lure them there... and then take care of them."
With his plan and place set, Ren is ready to act on it. He steps to the stand and breaks the lock of a bicycle with telekinesis, parking it before the entrance.
His heart pounds in his chest, blood pumping faster.
"This is it, let's go."
He strides into the restaurant, kicking the gate with a loud thud.
Instantly, he becomes the focus of everyone's gaze. The air is thick with tension, Relief surging in Eva's eyes.
The two bandaged thugs spot him, and their faces twist with anger.
"He's the one, boss!" they shout in unison, pointing accusatory fingers.
Ren's heart hammers, keeping his panic and a mask of fear on his face. His eyes flick to Eva, who is standing frozen, trembling in the center of them.
The boss, standing close to Eva, smirks and, without warning, grabs her head and presses his lips against hers. She flinches, her eyes widening with terror, but she's too scared to resist.
Rage surges through Ren like wildfire, but he forces it down, burying it beneath the surface. Not here. Not yet.
He lets his body tremble, playing the part of a terrified kid.
The boss backs down, licking his lips with a smug grin, turning to Ren.
"Boy, today's the day you're going to be crippled," he sneers, eyes flashing with sadistic pleasure.
Ren doesn't respond. He just bolts out of the door, his feet moving before the boss can finish his threat.
"Get him!" the boss roars, his voice booming through the restaurant. "Don't let him get away!"
Ren dashes outside, his eyes on the bicycles parked just outside. He kicks their bikes, making them fall, and grabs the bicycle, taking off, pedaling furiously away from the restaurant.
Behind him, the thugs lift their motorcycles, mounting engines roaring to life.
"After him!" the boss yells. "I want him caught!"
Ren is pedaling away, keeping a look of terror on his face, making his hands tremble. But he knows exactly what he's doing.
He pedals furiously for the abandoned building. And the thugs are riding after him. But of course, he can't outrun them; no one can.
But he isn't just anybody, he is Ren, someone who has powers in this mundane world. He focuses, increasing his speed with telekinesis, riding faster and faster.
The scene goes on like this.
The thugs' bikes roar down the street, chasing after Ren.
"Fuckers, speed up!" the boss barks, frustration rising.
"But boss," one of the thugs calls back, "we're already going 70!"
Ren smirks to himself, using his telekinesis to push the bike faster than humanly possible. His legs keep moving keeping up the appearance, and the invisible force is doing most of the work.
"That kid's riding too fast for a damn bicycle!" one thug shouts, disbelief in his voice. "How the hell is he going that fast?"
The boss's face twists into confusion, but his anger drowns it out. "Doesn't matter! Just smash the damn bike and catch him!"
They speed up, closing the distance, getting beside him. One thug swings a baseball bat at Ren, the whoosh of the bat cutting through the air. But Ren swerves at the last second, dodging the blow with ease.
"What the fuck? How did he dodge that?" the thug yells, stunned.
Ren presses on, acting as if he's terrified, trembling, his eyes wide with fear as he glances back. But inside, his mind is calm and calculating. Just a little further.
Another thug makes a grab for Ren, but he veers left, narrowly avoiding the thug's outstretched hand. He can hear the frustration in their voices, the disbelief.
"How the hell is he doing that? No way a kid on a bike can outrun us like this!"
Ren allows himself a small grin. Keep following, you idiots.
As the abandoned building comes into view, Ren makes his move. He swerves sharply toward it, cutting across the road and heading straight for the decrepit structure. The thugs follow, their bikes roaring as they turn in after him.
Ren skids to a stop at the entrance, throwing the bike aside and sprinting inside. His footsteps echo through the empty building, as he races up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
"Dumbass!" one of the thugs yells as they pile into the building behind him. "It's a dead end!"
The gang rushes inside, their footsteps thundering as they chase after him.
Ren quickly climbs, reaching the fourth floor, his breath coming in quick, controlled bursts. He stops in the center of the open space, turning to face the stairwell.
The thugs storm up after him, gathering before him on the floor, their voices loud and full of rage.
"You dug your own grave, kid!" one of them shouts. "Nowhere left to run now!"
Another one sneers, "We're gonna enjoy breaking you, you rat!"
Ren is standing before them, his back to them. His lips curl into a dark smile.
Exactly where I want them.
The thugs gather, blocking the stairs down, cutting off his escape, that's what they think.
Now, Ren's trembling stops, his body straightening as if a weight has been lifted off him. The thugs stop, confusion flickering across their faces as the fear in Ren's eyes fades, replaced by something darker, twisted.
A slow, twisted grin spreads across Ren's face.
It begins with a low chuckle, soft and almost imperceptible at first, before it builds, rising from his throat like a caged beast being set free. His laughter grows louder, more unhinged, filling the space with an eerie resonance.
"Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
The thugs exchange uncertain glances, their confidence wavering. The once-victorious smirks that adorned their faces begin to falter.
"What the hell is going on?" one thug whispers under his breath, the nervous edge in his voice betraying him.
Another thug sneers, though the bravado in his words feels hollow. "Has he lost his damn mind?"
"Yeah," another thug mutters, though his eyes never leave Ren's shaking frame. "Kid's probably pissed himself already."
Ren's laughter abruptly cuts off, the sudden silence more terrifying than the sound itself. He turns and faces them, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint.
The cheerful mask he wore during his laughter lingers in his expression, but there's a sharp edge to it now, like a blade hidden beneath velvet.
He inhales deeply, then exhales with exaggerated pleasure.
"Aahhh, man…" His voice is light, almost casual. "I was having a good time today. Lina is talking to me, and I just had my first time." He pauses, his grin widening as though savoring a fond memory.
"I've been really enjoying myself these past few days."
His tone is conversational, almost like he's recounting a pleasant holiday to friends, but the thugs can feel the malice simmering beneath his words.
The thugs exchange more uneasy glances. They shuffle in place, the tension mounting. Something is wrong here, very wrong.
"What the hell is he talking about?" one thug whispers, his eyes darting nervously between his comrades.
"Shut up," another hisses back. "Don't fall for his bullshit."
Ren's smile fades, and the air around him seems to darken as his gaze sharpens. His voice lowers, growing cold, each word laced with venom.
"But then again… I guess I should be grateful." He takes a step forward, his eyes falling on the two bandaged thugs who tried to have Lina. "You brought her to me."
The bandaged thugs blink, startled, looking at each other in confusion.
In that instance, Ren's smile vanishes completely, his tone deadly.
"But you had the gall to touch her…" His voice drips with fury, his eyes burning with hate. "You fuckers."
With a sharp flick of his hand, the air around him seems to shift, and before the thugs can understand what's happening, the bandaged thugs are yanked from their feet as though pulled by invisible strings. Their bodies slam into the ceiling with a sickening thud that reverberates through the room.
For a brief, horrific moment, they hang there, limbs twitching, before gravity pulls them back down, crashing onto the floor with a brutal, bone-crunching impact.
The thug's bodies freeze, their mouths gaping in shock. No one moves. No one breathes.
The two bodies lie crumpled on the ground before them, unconscious—or worse.
"What… what the hell just happened?" one of the thugs stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.
The others don't answer. They can't answer. Their minds are too stunned, too overwhelmed by the sheer impossibility of what they just witnessed.
The entire atmosphere shifts in an instant, thickening with palpable dread. The thugs, who moments ago had been so sure of their victory, now stand paralyzed with fear, their confidence shattered.
The hUNTERS have become the PREY.
Ren throws his head back, his laughter returning with a vengeance. It echoes through the building, bouncing off the walls, growing louder and more manic by the second.
"Hahahahahaha! You all have met your doom today! Each and every one of you is going to die here! Hahahahahaha!"
Sweat breaks out on the foreheads of the thugs, their hands trembling as they grip their weapons tighter. The manic laughter drills into their heads, amplifying their fear.
For the first time, they realize they are not the ones in control. They are trapped.
The boss, pale and visibly shaking, tries to rally his men. His voice trembles, but he forces out the words.
"D-don't panic! Don't panic! He's alone! We have the numbers! Surround him! Attack all at once!"
"But, boss…" one thug's voice wavers, his eyes wide with terror.
The boss snarls, though his own terror is evident in his eyes.
"I said attack! Now!"
But none of them move. Their bodies are frozen in place, and their minds are unable to comprehend the situation. The fear grips them too tightly, suffocating their instincts to act.
Ren grins, but it's not the twisted smile of a boy. It's something far more sinister, as though the very air around him has shifted.
Ren takes a step forward, and their hearts pound in sync with each deliberate footfall. With each step Ren takes, the pressure in the room mounts, suffocating them in their own fear.
One thug, trembling uncontrollably, stands directly in Ren's path. Ren doesn't say a word. He simply lifts a finger, and with a sudden jerk, the thug is yanked off the ground by an invisible force, pulled through the air like a rag doll, his limbs flailing helplessly, until he collides headfirst with Ren's waiting fist. The crack of bone is audible, and the thug crumples to the floor, groaning in pain, blood spilling from his nose and mouth.
Ren's grin widens further, the madness dancing in his eyes as he watches the terror play out before him. Slowly, methodically, he begins to toy with them.
With another flick of his fingers, more of the thugs are lifted from the ground, their bodies suspended in the air as though puppets on invisible strings. Their screams fill the air as they are dragged upwards and slammed against the ceiling with bone-shattering force. Blood splatters from their wounds as they drop back down, gasping and groaning in agony, only to be yanked up again.
The sickening thuds of bodies crashing into the ceiling and walls fill the room, mingling with their pained screams and Ren's chilling laughter.
"Please! Stop!" one thug screams, his voice cracking with desperation. But Ren shows no mercy.
The bloodstained floor becomes slick with crimson, the air thick with the metallic tang of it.
The thugs' bodies crumple, their limbs bent at odd angles, their faces contorted in pain as an invisible hand continues to beat them, breaking bones and tearing flesh with each brutal impact.
"Today," Ren murmurs, his voice sing-song, as he glances at the carnage.
"You've crossed paths with me." He chuckles softly, the sound devoid of warmth.
"Hahahaha... you're all just so unlucky."
Time slowly ticks by as Ren continues to do his work, breaking them, beating them, yanking them around.