Vaduganathan's scream still echoed in the room as sweat
dripped down his face. He thought he had escaped the nightmare of cannibals
tearing him apart. But then, frozen in his bed, he saw the masked man standing
inches away, silent and menacing.
Masked Man (low, chilling voice):"Finally, you awaken from your imaginary dream. You barely
survived the dream of attacks… not bad. But you know what? I am the one who
killed your closest friend, Ragav."
Vaduganathan's eyes widened, his breath caught in his
throat.
Masked Man (continuing):"Now
my plans are moving in the right direction. Your dream was not just fantasy —
it was prophecy. Soon, your friends will be slaughtered one by one. And in the
end, you will become prey to the cannibals. Even if that doesn't happen, I will
grind you to dust."
The masked man's figure began to fade, dissolving into
shadows. His final words echoed like a curse.
Masked Man (vanishing):"The
next time we meet… it will be in your graveyard."
Vaduganathan trembled, paralyzed by fear, as the room fell
silent once more.
The morning was quiet. Veera, alone in Karikalan's home,
heard the knock.
Sound design:"Tuk…
tuikk… tukkk…" — slow, deliberate, unsettling.
Veera (thinking):"Strange…
Karikalan and Richard usually return around 6:45 or 7. Why so early
today?"
The knocking grew louder.
Veera (calling out):"Wait…
wait… I'm coming!"
He opened the door. His breath caught. The man standing
there was no friend. His face was terrifying, his aura suffocating.
Veera (fraught, trembling):"Who
are you? What do you want here?"
The stranger ignored him, stepping inside without
permission. His silence was more frightening than words.
Veera (reiterating, voice cracking):"I asked you — who are you?"
Finally, the stranger spoke, his voice low and venomous.
Stranger:"Where is he?"
Veera (confused):"Who?"
Stranger (snarling):"Where
is that idiot… Karikalan?"
The stranger ignored Veera's words, wandering through
Karikalan's home with eerie calm. Veera's frustration grew.
Veera (angrily):"He
went outside for training… wait, why am I even telling you this? And how dare
you call him an idiot! If Karikalan were here, you'd be defeated in a single
punch!"
But the stranger didn't care. His stoic face remained
unchanged, his silence more insulting than words.
Veera (voice rising):"Hey!
Are you listening? I'm asking you, intruder! What's your problem? Do you think
I'm a nobody? I've never seen arrogance like this before… you're crossing my
limit!"
His fists clenched, his anger boiling over.
Veera (challenging):"Do
you even know how to fight? If you don't mind, let's fight now!"
The stranger stopped, his pale face turning toward Veera.
His expression was cold, almost lifeless.
Stranger (stoic):"Hmm…
yeah. We can fight, punk. But first, let me finish wandering this house."
Veera's rage peaked.
Veera (furious):"That
face… that stoic face… it's irritating! You're not even serious about fighting
me! Hey! I want to fight you — are you listening? How long will you keep
searching this place, you scumbag?"
Suddenly, the stranger froze mid‑step. He turned his body
and head toward Veera, his eyes locking onto him with chilling intensity.
Stranger (calm, commanding):
"Now… I am ready for the fight. Come on. Move forward and attack me,
brat."
The room shook as Veera's barrage of punches tore through
furniture, walls, and shattered objects. His fists were a storm, his breath
heavy, his spirit burning.
Veera (panting, furious):"Dammit!
I can't even touch him! I trained for two months to master this stamina… I
won't let you off unless you fight me back!"
But the stranger remained silent, his body twisting and
shifting with unnatural ease. Every punch missed, every strike deflected. His
stoic face never changed.
Veera's rage peaked. He shifted his whole body forward,
screaming as he launched his ultimate move.
Veera (roaring):"Aaaaaaahhhhhh…
SCORPION KICKKKK!"
The kick pierced the air, aimed straight at the stranger's
face. Veera's eyes lit up with victory.
Veera (thinking):"Yes…
finally! No room for him to escape. I'm going to win!"
But within a heartbeat, the stranger moved. His body slid
slightly to the left, his hand snapping out like lightning. He caught Veera's
leg mid‑air.
Veera (shocked):"What?!
He grabbed my leg… no one can defend against this kick… who is this guy?"
The stranger's eyes narrowed. Without a word, he lifted
Veera and slammed him onto the floor. The impact echoed through the house, dust
rising, Veera's body writhing in pain.
"In that
moment, Veera realized… his two months of training meant nothing against this
intruder's terrifying skill."
The fight erupted in Karikalan's home. Veera, fueled by
rage, lunged forward with his strongest move.
Veera (roaring):"Piercing…
BLOOOWWW!"
His fist cut through the air with deadly precision, a punch
he had trained for two months to perfect. The blow was so sharp it shattered
the wooden frame of the doorway as it passed.
But within a margin of a second, the stranger twisted his
body, dodging casually.
Veera (shocked):"How?!
That punch… I mastered it! And he dodged it like nothing!"
Determined, Veera launched a barrage of punches, each one
powerful enough to destroy objects in the room. Chairs splintered, walls
cracked, dust filled the air.
Veera (panting, furious):"Dammit!
I can't even touch him! Are you just going to defend yourself forever? I
trained hard for this stamina — I won't let you off unless you fight me
back!"
But the stranger remained silent, his stoic face
unchanging, his body weaving effortlessly around every strike.
Veera's anger peaked. He shifted his whole body forward,
screaming as he prepared his ultimate move.
Veera (roaring):"Aaaaaaahhhhhh…
SCORPION KICKKKK!"
The kick pierced the air, aimed straight at the stranger's
face. Veera's eyes lit up with victory.
Veera (thinking):"Yes…
finally! No room for him to escape. I'm going to win!"
But within a heartbeat, the stranger slid slightly to the
left, his hand snapping out like lightning. He caught Veera's leg mid‑air.
Veera (shocked):"What?!
He grabbed my leg… no one can defend against this kick… who is this guy?"
The stranger's eyes narrowed. Without a word, he lifted
Veera and slammed him onto the floor. The impact echoed through the house, dust
rising, Veera's body writhing in pain.
"Veera's
piercing blow, his barrage of punches, his scorpion kick — all shattered
against the wall of stoic silence. The intruder had proven: skill and arrogance
can crush raw spirit."
Episode — The Counter of Doom
Veera lay battered from the slam, his body aching, but his
spirit refused to break. He staggered to his feet, fists clenched, eyes burning
with defiance.
The intruder finally spoke, his voice calm yet venomous.
Intruder (stoic):
"You were good. No wonder that idiot keeps you here. But still… you're
an amateur. In short, you're just a punk."
The words pierced Veera deeper than any blow. His pride
flared, his rage boiling over.
Veera (furious, reckless):"Now
you'll see who's the amateur here!"
Without thinking, he launched another punch — wild,
desperate, fueled by anger.
Narration (slow motion):"Their
fists crossed in mid‑air, the clash frozen in time. Veera's raw spirit against
the intruder's cold precision."
But this time, the intruder didn't dodge. He didn't block.
He countered. His fist struck with terrifying accuracy, meeting Veera's punch
head‑on.
The impact reverberated through the room. Veera's body was
lifted off his feet, slammed once again onto the floor.
"The counter
was absolute. Veera's strength crumbled. His consciousness faded."
Veera's eyes rolled back. His body went limp. Darkness
swallowed him.
Intruder (coldly, standing over him):"Pathetic. Even your rage is powerless."