Heavy rain pouring down against the the trees. Heavy footsteps followed by splashes of water-each step another breathless huff followed by a thud.

Shrieking. Something is shrieking behind him, he needs to run faster. Faster and faster then it all when dark.

He must have feel down the hill, mud and water covered all across him face and clothes. Everywhere else is blocked by old rusty walls-too high to jump, to slippery to climb over.

thud....thud

Looking back to only meet a face ,a flat look with such a peaceful frown, yet behind that face all grey and bulking with muscles. Large arms hand on both sides with such mass stretching wide across the shoulders. A small head with a beautiful smile and a beastly build.

Cracking knuckles, with echoes weaving across all these junk around them. The storm only roaring louder in respond with thunder following after.

Just a blink, then a swipe off the ground without a chance to gasp for anything.

His being tumbling towards a pile. This pain in his right arm, all caught deep within the pile of metal and scrap like a bite that doesn't seem to let go.

The smell of blood leaking from inside the pile. The pieces of junk and trash all clog up against him, like a helpless deer trying to free itself, behind him another thud... then another, before the sound of a car behind crushed down. Its muscular hand reaching forward for such an easy snack.

clank...

His arm was free with something joining along side him in this opportunity of freedom.

Grip tightly around his finger, he could tell its old and dirty, must be in the gutter here for awhile-the reflection on its blade all scratched up and brittle but being desperate has other plans.

From that small beautiful face, shouting a roar of inpatients followed by the thunder. A pull of that old chord, all sounds including the pouring rain hitting the land, all consumed by that malicious laughter of that engine.

......

Eyes annoyingly peered open by the ray of sunlight coming in from the window, along with the irritated voice of his teacher slamming against a rolled up set of notes. Actively banging it against his desk trying to ruin his sleep.

Hino! Class in sessions!

W-what? yes yes

Good. Now on todays class with the rise of multiple incidents around the area lately. Too improve youth morality, todays class is simple.

What is your wish? In big text written complete across the chalk board.

Essay submission next Tuesday, everyone. You may begin now!

Pencil tip tapping against the sheet of paper on his desk, sounds simple Hino thinks but the answer doesn't seem to be quite clear or simple for that matter. He doesn't know what words or even what his wish even is.

By wish does it also mean goal or what I want? He wondered maybe it could also mean like that, it is an essay he's writing so he get to call the shots around here. But write what?

Just write something dude. Josh called out to him from a desk over.

Its not like its compulsory right? Ash chimes in in front of Hino-clearly trying to catch the attention of a classmate on the other end of class.

I'll think about it. Hino answered, clearly knowing he's not even going to do it.

....

The bells rang with everyone excitedly tidying the classroom before spring out of school to whatever they had plan in store for the weekend.

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Walking into bustling crowds before taking a few right turns then a left. Passing a huge monsoon drain-crossing over it with one of the interconnecting bridges then passed the recycling center, remembering to wave hello to the old neighbor that also works close by. Only finally reaching the building a far miles out of the city state with still a few houses around but further far out would be rivers and wide expanses of grassy fields.

Today the elevator was under service. Stairs it is, he whispers-dreading the idea of taking 12 flights of stairs. Eventually he did.

Apartment house 12-13. Sliding the keys in, he enters to a pretty decently kept home only a minor amount of thing scattered around the place. At least there won't be cockroaches staying here but whats important now is a shower and todays dinner. The shower seems way easier.

Strip to the bare now submerge in one of the worlds blessings, a warm bath. Overjoyed and relax, Hino screams and laughs-even singing a song terribly, with lyrics covering his personal expenses and all his favorite types of food to eat to how this apartment is covered by a distant relative, to the finally his essay.

Drying himself with a towel, inspecting himself at a mirror-brushing his hand with his hands and checking his face before looking at the thin line that wraps awkwardly around his right arm. So thin that even he forgets its there sometimes.

Ahh whatever! he laughs before laughing to himself, now homework is his next priority. I can't wait for dinner! he shouts.

.....

Yawning in boredom at his empty head, blankly looking at an empty assignment. Still nothing ,huh? he muttered.

Why am I even trying?

Why bother. I got until Tuesday. Piece of cake!

rin-ring- ring

5pm!! Dinner search time!!

Leaving his the apartment with a few bags of plastic bottles-dressed in nothing fancy just a shirt, some old pants and slippers. I've save enough this time, he proclaims before dashing down the stairs.

Reaching that same recycling center earlier with a worker having his smoke break interrupted by Hino's sudden presence.

You sweat alot for a kid, the guy admits before huffing a cloud of smoke in his face.

10, that all he got for six bags of plastic bottles. Should be enough Hino hopes, his stomach seem to also hope but somehow todays dinners wasn't the main issue that sat on his mind today. Its that stupid childish essay.

That wouldn't matter now, he wont even be able to spend his earnings for anything with this sudden car flying into everyone around before crushing straight into the hardware store.

Landing on his butt, daze from the sudden disaster at his feet. Whats worst was he's only down to six, the other four missing in the attack. Vibrating through the ground, a ripple occurred-leaving a trail of shattered roads and sinking earth around the place.

In Hino's eyes, people where frantically running for their lives before some unknown force flew passed them, squishing them on the road.

Faced covered in the remains of someone poor soul, panic seems to rush inside-he can't stand up. From far ahead, some large Crustacean-like man stood there. With a large harden crab head with two clear eyes elongating from its face. Below its head a muscular build with a pair of heavy claws on each side.

Red in colour with a clear texture of roughness all across its body mindlessly shouting for a challenger to come fourth.

No one came closed.

A few more buildings and roads were crushed or demolished with such deadly force before back to its shouting.

I Cancer! Great warrior of the seas! Come fourth great fighters of this earth. Punish me!!!

Not again. Hino muttered to himself, too soon he admitted. He only wanted dinner but now this crab is ruining it, right then and there something landed on his lap.

From that high it should have hurt but it gracefully planted itself on his lap. Orange in colour with a grip on its end and another on its top with a long blade reflecting Hino's face on it. Line with so muched teeth on its chain, its sure to pierce any person closed by.

Finally!! Yes! Finally!! Yes you! bloody boy Fight me!!!

The crab guy Cancer was looking at him with clear excitement in his face.

There's clearly no choice now. Drenched in the blood of some random poor soul with the only feeling he has is annoyance, for one good reason. He made him lost some money.

Dragging the chord a few rounds with the roar of its engine, maliciously laughing as Hino chuckles.

....

The smell was potent, with a strong stench of rot and wetness from the storm prior. It had been obviously been sitting here quite awhile now with most of its flesh all mangled and shriveled up beyond recognition.

The only thing recognizable was that beautiful small face, now sliced clean off-splattered on the ground like a thin piece of paper. Minced pieces of its flesh seem to be under investigation with all squad members present having their feet sink in red.

Status report? Detective Andi asked before taking a gulp from his canteen.

Sir we had identified the beast but no causes found yet.

Sir is this bad? Connor chimes in.

Obviously.

The two of them, feet planted against the rubbering mass of muscle with more blood still managing to ooze out from between the gaps. Its quite hard to make out physical body with how brutally mangled it is. Parts that seem to looked like an arm seem to bare a hole right where the palm would have been. While other areas like the neck and torso seem to completed lost in the mound.

So its true sir?

Apparently so. This is that beast that terrorize four separate towns around here, its quite unexpected too.

What do you mean?

Dosing another sip down his throat he sighs before continuing.

When haven't had enough man power to take this boy down for several months now.

So your saying?

Yes. We are screwed....

Author's note: My favorite fruits are kiwi and watermelon :)

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