“Listen to me Shinji, the police are coming, they’ll heal you up just fine, don’t worry”.
Satoshi’s face twisted with fury. He stood up, his eyes now glowing a deep, unsettling red. “I’ll kill you fucking no names for that,” he muttered, rushing toward the yakuza men. Time seemed to slow down for Satoshi as he fought. He could see every punch, every kick.
He slapped one of them in the face, it fet as if he just hit a large boulder, unmoving and un relentless. Yet still crumpled to the numerous amounts of scissor like cuts on his body, even steel could be pierced by a dull pencil when given enough patience.
When it was over, Satoshi bent down, picking up Shinji’s old watch from the floor. He slipped it into his pocket before turning to leave, his hazel eyes still glowing with the demonic energy that surged within him.
As the ambulance arrived, a nurse began healing Shinji, green energy flowing from her fingertips as his wounds slowly closed. But something had changed in Shinji. His body, pushed to its limits, had adapted. His latent power had awakened fully, making him stronger than ever.
Before Satoshi could even process what had happened, a police officer approached him. “Hey, what happened here?” the officer asked, his voice full of suspicion.
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Satoshi opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say a word, the officer’s body began to contort and shift. Within a fifth of a nanosecond, he had turned into a grotesque blob, sliding inside Satoshi with horrifying speed. The blob pierced into Satoshi’s brain, absorbing his cerebral cortex and replacing it with something else.
Satoshi was no longer Satoshi. He was something else entirely, something far more dangerous than any yakuza thug or demon-infused power.
The parasite that had taken over his body had unlocked new abilities, allowing Satoshi to become far stronger in ways he hadn’t even dreamed possible. The streets ran red as Satoshi cut down the remaining police officers, his body transforming into a weapon of mass destruction.
Bullets fired towards Satoshi, trying to slow him down while calling for backup.
The bullets flowed through Satoshi, as if he were in a liquid state.
He slashed them.
Blood ran red even more, the puddle growing ever larger.
The ambulance that Shinji was in started to shake, the nurse had completely stopped healing him, scared for her life, her closed her mouth and just sat in the corner, afraid to make the slightest sound.
Shinji laid there in the ambulance, his fingers not moving an inch, he was still completely unconscious.
Every step the fake human took, her heart beat faster and faster.
Outside, Satoshi—or rather, the thing that had once been Satoshi—stood at the edge of the ambulance, grinning wickedly. “I wonder where the F-class runt is hiding,” the parasite mused, its voice dripping with malice.
The ambulance was cut in half.
Shinji stared in horror at the gruesome scene, his stomach churning. He wanted to scream, to vomit, but he held it in, his mind racing.
The nurse had her torso separated from the rest of her body.