Thunder boomed and lightning struck.
A young boy was surrounded by thugs who had different levels or abilities. The boy had nowhere to go, the gangsters formed a circle around him.
The boy pulled off his glasses and said with a weak voice. "Leave me alone or-or else. "
One of the gangsters chuckled and asked. "Or else what kid? Your goddamn father owed the gang money before he walked outta the planet. "
The boy summoned a little bit of courage and said. "He only died cause you guys killed him. And he only owed cause you guys forced him into a job he had nothing to do with. "
Another gang member said angrily. "You good for nothing rodent, you think we care about that? All we want is for your sad pathetic family to pay up what you owe. "
The boys eyes glowed white and he started floating. The boy levitated one of the gang members and threw him right through a wall.
"Who's the pathetic little one now. "
He smashed all the gangsters and kept moving straight ahead.
Narrator's POV
I know this might seem confusing cause you don't know what happened at first.
Well then let me take you back to when the boy was as peaceful as he could be.
Cheng was a good and helpful boy, he was half Chinese half American. His dad was an old mafia crime boss who ruled four parts of the Banpai. The story of the Banpai is one we'll go into another day.
Anyways Cheng grew up learning how to always be ready to shoot. After all everyone in the mafia had to know how to point a gun.
Cheng's mother who didn't want her son to ever kill or hurt a human told her husband one day.
"I don't want my son to be part of your big man gang shit or whatever you call it. "
Her husband replied in a soft and calm voice. "Burma, we are a calm and good mafia. We do things to better the community and help children. You have to understand, this is my only source of livelihood. "
Burma said with a cold and angry voice. "If you can't leave that cursed place then I guess you aren't ready to have a son! We can't raise a child in such an environment. We have to better his life, not by teaching him how to kill at point blank. "
The husband said again with a gentle voice. "Oh...ok honey, if that's what you want I will leave the Banpai and focus on my family. "
He hugged Burma and said. "Trust me baby, I got this. "
The next morning Cheng's father went to the Banpai headquarters to turn in his resignation. He went to the head of the table where the boss of all the Banpai, the considered mad man, Li the big titan sat.
As soon as Li saw Cheng's father he said. "Aha, Chan, you showed up right on time. A bounty just came up in Italy. It says the man smuggles drugs like us. I need you to kill him. "
Chan was confused. With a straight face he said. "But sir, won't that be killing one of our own? He is a fellow smuggler and I'm sure he works for a gang too. "
Li then looked at his computer and checked the information again. He looked back at Chan and said. "Hmm, did I say drug smuggler? I mean he's a murderer and you know how much I hate murderers. Oh c'mon Chan, you know I would never kill one of my own. "
Chan said. "Ok, but that doesn't matter right now sir, I want to quit the Banpai. "
Li said with a confused expression. "This this is a joke right? You know you can't leave us. We're family, you go nowhere. "
Chan swallowed all his pride and said. "Sorry sir but my real family needs me. "
Chan turned around moving towards the door.
With anger and annoyance, Li locked all the doors in the building with the push of a button and ordered half of the guard to move straight to his office to apprehend Chan.
Chan with a shocked face said.
"What happened to 'we don't kill our own'? "
Li said with a dubious smile. "I thought you resigned, you aren't one of us anymore "
Chan said with a dubious smile of his own. "Well, I guess it all comes down to this. "
Chan threw three smoke bombs covering the entire room in smoke. He wore a gas mask leaving Li exposed to the gas.
Chan said with a smile. "This gas is pure carbon monoxide. It makes anyone that inhales it sick and dizzy for a short period of time. Now I have time to get the hell out of here. "
Chan brought out a sky blue grabbling hook out of his pocket then shot it towards the ceiling. It went right through the ceiling and attached itself to the top of the roof. Chan pressed a button and he was pulled up to the roof.
He enlarged his thumb and used it to smash through the ceiling and the roof. He landed on the roof and threw a chip in the air.
Some guards who arrived at the office were about to turn to see if chan was still in the vicinity but right before they turned, Chan enlarged his legs and jumped towards the chip and pressed a button.
It turned into a helicopter and Chan rolled into it quickly sitting up and flying it away as fast as he possibly could passing the guards unnoticed.
Few minutes later, Chan arrived at his house and landed the helicopter. He turned it to a chip again and rushed into his house saying. "Honey, get our son! We gotta go! "
Burma, confused, said. "Sweetheart? What happened? Did you quit your job? "
"Yes I did but they didn't take it well. " He replied.
With great urgency Burma picked up her son. "Are we moving to the bunker? "
Chan hurriedly said. "Yes we gotta go now. "
They packed some clothes and moved to the kitchen. Burma raised the oven in the kitchen and pressed a code on it. The oven opened an underground passage.
The family went underground and took a bag full of weapons and passports. They moved towards a fountain which said. "Voice recognition needed. "
Chan quickly said. "Bad daddy, crime baddie. "
Burma, confused, asked. "When did you change the password to that? "
Chan calmly said. "I had to put something I can remember, and I always remember your nagging voice so..."
"Awwwn, thanks babe."
"Wait, is that even a complim-"
Before she could finish her husband dragged her along. "We gotta hurry they are coming! "
The fountain opened and a sonic jet came right out of it. They got into the jet and flew away.
In the distance, a timer counted down from three and their house blew up as they zoomed off into the far region of the country.