The smell of rust filled the air, heavy and mixed with a light smell of cement and more.
A lone figure stood at the center of the tenth floor of a building under construction that had been abandoned for a pretty long time.
Ken Morreti, he was a tall dude at the ripe age of twenty, with jet black hair that framed his face as it flowed to his neck, deep dark eyes that seemed to have stared into the abyss.
He had on a pretty plain black shirt that fought to hide the well sculpted muscles that were underneath. His forearms were wrapped in white bandage like he was expecting to fight someone.
His legs were separate from the cold as he kept them snug inside the black sweatpants that he had on and pretty clean white and black sneakers that cost at least a hundred dollars to get.
Despite the fact that he looked alone on this dimly lit floor, he wasn't, in fact that was the very reason that he was here, to finally meet the people that had decided to stalk him.
On Monday it was one dude with a lack of experience. Ken had noticed him the very moment that he had showed up, hiding in the corner of his favorite coffee shop.
He had come like a cartoon detective in a grey coat and had a hat on and to make it worse held a newspaper, who the hell reads newspapers anymore?
On Tuesday they were more, about three of them with more professional bearings, men who actually knew what they were hired to do and did it as best as they could, sadly the person they were following was all too good for their tricks.
Finally there was today, Wednesday, the day that more than thirty of them were sent and Ken knew that the special day had arrived, the day that they would try to attack him, so he brought them to a place where no one could disturb them at all.
This was the type of attention that a man received when he suddenly started dominating the underground fight scene at the age of fifteen, an absolute monster from nowhere with a track record so large and perfect it sent shivers down the spine of those that read it.
That was Ken, the most feared fighter, the one man army, someone who at the age of twenty could take down all the heavyweights with ease.
All major corporations and organizations wanted to sign this prodigy, but there was always one line he said in response.
"I'm not working for anyone but myself."
Proud and cocky, that was the biggest attribute of Ken, and who wouldn't be when you went undefeated for all your life.
"Attack now or I'll come for you," Ken said with a calm tone, and then his face shifted into a smile. "Either way you'll all die to me." He spoke in an unshaken tone filled with certainty.
A few seconds later a few men stepped forward, decked in full black suits and holding guns, they pointed it forward at Ken.
"Surrender Ken Morreti, and we won't have to kill you, the boss says if he can't have you then he'll take you out." One of the men said.
Ken looked at him, he could tell that the confidence of this man was only in his gun and nothing more.
"Hmph, did you all really think a gun would be enough? Tch I'm pissed." Ken said and without a single word he dashed forward, moving faster than any human should be able to.
This took the men unaware and they very quickly tried to react, but Ken was already in front of the man that had spoken, driving a fist right into his face.
BAM
The face of the man was caved in instantly, his body hurled back, Ken grabbed the leg of the man and then pulled him back using him like a whip to attack the next man.
Gunshots followed from all around as everyone eagerly tried to take down Ken, but Ken was moving too fast, they only saw him in the flashes of their gunshots and then he vanished, and whenever he vanished, someone was taken down completely.
The men fired away in panic and fear, thirty gunmen scared of a singular figure. Their numbers dropped rapidly as Ken moved.
He kicked the gun out of the hands of someone, spinning and kicking the man in the chest, hurling him through the air and into another man.
In less than sixty seconds more than ten men were down and passed out, and Ken did not stop there.
A few men tried to fight Ken, tossing their guns away and pulling out knives to lunge at Ken when he was close, but Ken easily blocked and disarmed them before slamming heads into grounds and pillars like nothing.
Slowly the number of gunshots dropped until only one could be heard, a desperate shooter.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he screamed from the top of his lungs as he fired, only for Ken to step from behind him and knock him clean out.
Ken stood there, not a single scar, he looked at the bodies around and a smile formed on his face.
"Haha, that was a good workout," he said triumphantly.
While he was celebrating a figure came out of the darkness, a young man with a gun, his body trembling as he stepped out and looked at Ken, he raised the gun with shaking hands and pointed it at Ken.
Ken had no idea this kid was there, and by the time he turned around having sensed the kid, the trigger was pulled.
BANG!
The sound ripped through the air, there was a flash of light and a bullet travelled, hitting Ken right in the chest and penetrating his heart.
Ken froze after the bullet entered his body, he thought he would feel a very sharp pain, but there was nothing, which was pretty weird, maybe he had trained himself to the extent that even this pain did not register.
He looked up and saw the kid standing there, gun still pointed. The kid was shaking bad, his face covered in fear as he looked at Ken.
'Hmm, that's better, at least he knows to be scared of me,' Ken thought before collapsing.