Sunday Morning
The morning sun was high as Jason jogged down the sidewalk, his muscles loose but his mind restless. It had been too long since his last real fight, and the hunger was gnawing at him. Boxing was his art, his release — and he needed to feel it again.
His mom had sent him to the store to grab a few groceries, a simple enough errand. As he turned onto a quieter street near the shopping plaza, his sharp ears caught something — muffled shouting, a woman's voice pleading.
Jason's head snapped to the side, eyes narrowing. Alleyway.
Without hesitation, he moved.
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The Alley
Jason rounded the corner and froze. A group of twelve men surrounded a woman in her late 20s, her back against the brick wall, clutching her purse while they jeered and grabbed at her. One of them — a bald man with tattoos on his neck — was already reaching for her arm.
"No one's coming to save you, sweetheart," the bald man sneered.
Jason felt something inside him ignite. His fists clenched, veins pulsing. Twelve on one? Cowards.
"Hey!" Jason's voice cut through the alley like a gunshot.
The group turned, momentarily surprised. The woman's terrified eyes snapped to him, hope flashing across her face.
"And who the hell are you?" the bald man growled.
Jason stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. His voice was calm, almost deadly. "I'm the guy who's about to make you regret being born."
Laughter erupted from the group. "Kid's got a death wish!" one of them cackled.
Jason's eyes locked onto the bald man. "Twelve of you. One of me. Fair fight."
The bald man grinned. "Get him."
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The First Wave
Three men lunged at him simultaneously.
Jason exploded into action. His right fist shot out like lightning, catching the first guy's jaw with a sickening CRACK. Teeth flew as the man collapsed like a bag of bricks. Without hesitation, Jason pivoted, ducking a wild hook from the second guy and delivering a monstrous uppercut. The man's feet left the ground before he crashed down unconscious.
The third attacker swung a crowbar. Jason's reflexes were supernatural — he sidestepped, caught the man's wrist, and drove his elbow into the man's face. Blood sprayed as the man screamed, his nose shattered.
Three down.
Jason didn't hesitate. He dove toward the remaining men, his fists a whirlwind of destruction. His right cross broke one man's cheekbone. His left hook sent another reeling. A sharp knee to the gut dropped a sixth man like a sack of flour.
The woman watched in awe, her eyes wide. This wasn't just a fight — it was a slaughter.
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The Second Wave
The bald man cursed. "What the hell is this kid? Kill him!"
Five men rushed Jason at once.
Jason grinned, blood dripping from his knuckles. Finally.
The first man swung a pipe — Jason slipped under it, delivering a punishing body blow. The man gagged as Jason followed up with a brutal left hook, sending him crashing into the brick wall.
Another attacker tried to tackle him. Jason caught the man mid-charge, hoisted him up, and slammed him to the concrete, the sound of bones cracking sickening.
Two men grabbed him from behind, trying to pin his arms. Jason roared, twisting his body and flinging one man off like a ragdoll. Without hesitation, he drove his heel into the second man's knee, the joint snapping sideways. The man's agonized scream echoed.
Jason turned, his breath heavy, his body vibrating with adrenaline. Blood stained his shirt and fists. Seven men down.
"Your turn," Jason growled, his eyes locking onto the bald man.
The bald man paled, backing up. "S-stay back, freak!"
Jason smiled. "Not a chance."
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The Final Moments
The bald man swung a knife. Jason didn't flinch. He stepped in, caught the man's wrist, and twisted — hard. SNAP. The knife clattered to the ground as the man howled. Jason drove a devastating elbow into his temple, sending him crumpling unconscious.
Silence.
Eleven men lay battered, broken, and unconscious around Jason. His chest heaved, his hands were caked in blood, and his heart was still hungry for more.
Jason turned to the woman, his voice steady. "You alright?"
She nodded, tears streaming. "T-thank you. You… you saved me."
Jason exhaled, forcing himself to relax. "Go to the police. Tell them everything."
The woman hesitated. "What about you?"
Jason smiled darkly. "I'll be fine."
He turned to walk away — when he heard it.
"OH MY GOD!"
Jason's head whipped around.
Claire and Gloria.
They had just turned the corner, bags of groceries in hand, and now stood frozen, wide-eyed, as they took in the aftermath — twelve broken men, a blood-soaked Jason, and the trembling woman.
Jason's heart stopped. Shit.
Claire's mouth moved, but no words came out. Gloria stared, horrified.
"Jason?" Claire finally managed. "What… did you do?"
Jason swallowed hard, his fists still clenched, his blood still hot. He didn't have an answer.