Jack leaps and smashes his foot on the man’s face. He grabs Eli’s hand and helps him up. More men barge into the training grounds. They forced Jack and Eli to go in the middle of the training grounds.
There are too many. I don’t think I can handle it all.
Some of the men charged with a bat. Jack closed his eyes for a few moments. He opened his eyes and saw his father in front of him. The metal bats curved around Arthur’s body.
Jack looked behind and saw Arthur’s brother.
“Where’s Blake, Johan?” Arthur asked.
“Blake’s dead. He got stabbed,” Johan raised his guard.
The rain pours down their skin.
“One last rodeo, Johan. Jack, take Eli. Protect him,” Arthur commanded.
Jack carried Eli’s body.
“Remember, brothers should stick together.”
I was about ten when that happened. I saw my own mother die. We weren’t really close or anything. She was more of a babysitter. All I remember was running away with Eli in my arms.
“Hm, I’ll take your challenge, Arthur. One last rodeo,” Johan smirked as his back hit Arthur’s back.
The rival’s men charged at Arthur and Johan. One by one, the men start piling up, covering the ground with blood.
“That’s done, Arthur—“
Bang!
Johan’s head jerked backward as blood spurted out of his forehead. He fell onto the floor with a thud, blood covering the ground. Arthur’s eyes widened; he looked at the man.
“Vincent!” Arthur grits his teeth as he lunges forward.
Bang!
Arthur doubles over, clenching his stomach. He coughs blood. The rain made his blood blur into the ground. Vincent threw away his gun.
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“The Gray family is over. I’ve killed most of the members,” Vincent rushed at Arthur.
More of Vincent’s men barges into the arena. They quickly halted as they saw the fight going on.
Vincent kicks Arthur’s calf; he shifts his body upwards, delivering an uppercut to Arthur’s chin. Arthur’s feet lift from the floor as Vincent shifts his weight again, hammering a punch to his midsection.
Arthur’s body flung to a wall, demolishing it. The wall was made from stone. Arthur tumbled down the hall, but he quickly stood up. He quickly emerges from the hole in the wall.
He rushes at Vincent, ignoring the pain.
“Doesn’t Fixation require real focus? It looks like you aren’t focused at all,” Vincent’s lips curled into a grin.
“That’s Fixation. I’ll show you True Fixation,” Arthur throws a punch, but Vincent dodges.
Vincent throws a uppercut, but Arthur’s body sways out of the way. Arthur shifts his weight, furnishing a straight punch to Vincent’s face. The punch sinks deeper into Vincent’s face.
Arthur grabs the back of Vincent’s head. He smashed his knee on his face. Blood spurts from Vincent’s nose as Arthur delivers a hammering punch to his ribs.
Vincent’s mouth is agape, and rain pelts down his skin.
Is this a TRUE FIXATION?! I shot him with a gun!
Vincent crashes into a wall, and the stone falls atop his body.
“Boss is losing! Get him!” Vincent’s men charged.
“STOP!” Vincent commands as he emerges from the rubble.
He rushes at Arthur, delivering blows to each other. The sky crackles with lightning. Vincent punches Arthur’s wound, penetrating it with his knuckles.
Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed as he coughed blood. He tumbles on the floor as Vincent delivers a right hook.
“H-heh… what happened to your ‘True Fixation,’” Vincent laughed breathlessly.
His shoulders slumped as blood slithered down his neck.
“You’re one cocky vermin. I’ll have fun killing you,” Arthur stands up, lighting a cigarette.
He takes a long drag as the rain pelts his skin.
“Have you heard of Uncontrolled Fixation?” Arthur sauntered over to Vincent.
“W-what?! You can’t be pulling these moves out of your ass! You’re lying! There’s no fucking way—“
Vincent’s eyes widened as Arthur gripped his face. There was a different gaze in his eyes. Arthur throws Vincent across the ground.
Arthur’s shoulders were slumped, his face looking down. Blood drips onto the ground, mixing with water. Vincent stands up and rushes at Arthur.
Arthur rips his shirt off, throwing it on Vincent’s face. He shifts his weight, delivering a right hook to Vincent’s ribs.
Arthur takes off his glasses and tilts his head. Vincent’s heart pounds, his breath hitching in his throat.
This is a monster!
Vincent clenched his fist and lunged. Arthur sidesteps and gut-punches Vincent. Arthur unleashes an onslaught, Vincent tries to guard himself, but each attack penetrates through his defense.
“Maverick! Now!” Vincent yelled as blood poured from his mouth.
Maverick, a tall, muscular man, jumps on Arthur’s back, grabbing his right arm.
Crack!
“I broke his arm—!”
Arthur slammed Maverick on the ground. Vincent lunged at Arthur, kicking Arthur’s right ribs. Maverick stood up and lunged as well.
Maverick stops as the machete pierces his throat, and blood spurts from his mouth. Arthur pulls out the machete. The sky crackles.
Vincent’s eyes widen, his jaw clenched. Vincent ducks down, shifting his weight, delivering a hammering right hook to Arthur’s ribs. Arthur’s right arm gets caught in the punch.
As Arthur’s feet lift from the floor, he swings his left arm, slicing a right diagonal line on Vincent’s front. Vincent staggers back, and his eyes widen as Arthur sauntered over.
“Let’s talk about this—!”
Arthur swings his arm, and Vincent closes his eyes. The machete lodges in his neck, not dealing the finishing blow. Vincent opened his eyes and saw Arthur standing still.
The sky rumbles as it starts to pour harder. The machete stuck in Vincent’s neck, blood slithers down his neck.
“Arthur is dead; he died standing up!” One of the men yelled, muffled by the rain.
Arthur stood still, his face covered by his hair, blood, and water mixed slithers down his body.
That was the day that the Gray Syndicate crumbled. The death of my father, Arthur Gray, and my mom, Catherine Gray. I’ve never witnessed his death. Eli doesn’t even remember.
I don’t know where my relatives are; I don’t know if they’re dead. I ran like hell.
All I remember is my father’s last words.
“Brothers should stick together.”