Moon was waiting for his fan club to show up, they were late.

He had just crossed sectors to find a more opportunistic place to live around 3 months ago, and they've been feigning for him since.

He was expecting them around 8 p.m. It was now 8:46 and they hadn't shown up yet, truly an annoyance.

A stern talking-to was due should they ever show up, he didn't appreciate anyone wasting his time, especially not over a matter like this.

Yet, despite his severe irritation, he continued to wait.

Moon was not the most imposing person despite his reputation among his... neighbors.

He stood at a towering 5'9 and weighed a staggering 140 pounds, truly something to fear, and fear they did.

His hair was silky white with tinges of silver that reflected within the light, and it flowed down to his rear end easily.

Soft skin and soft brown eyes were distinctive traits that anyone who took the time to know him would comment on. Needless to say, nobody has commented on it, nobody except one.

Moon quickly banished the reminiscent feeling encroaching on him. He'd rather not dwell on a past that served him no purpose in the present.

He resembled an angelic wraith in the night as he sat still on a park bench. The night was unnaturally beautiful tonight with the moon full to provide a gentle light.

This was the only part of his neighborhood that didn't look like a scene straight from a post-apocalyptic movie.

Tall trees with luscious green leaves replaced run-down buildings, fireflies slowly drifted amongst the trees, it was unimaginably beautiful and calming.

Moon wouldn't enjoy his peace for long, his company arrived, and they didn't look pleased. A glorious time to annoy them for interrupting his blissful experience.

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"Hey there pal, who pissed in your cereal this morning."

Not taking too kindly to his verbal jab, their ringleader, Seth, narrowed his eyes at his comment.

"You're idiotically calm considering I brought a few extra friends this time"

Seth was a large man with scars, he towered over Moon at 6'5, too wide shoulders that made it apparent he focused almost solely on working his arms out. A scar ran down from his eye to the upper lip, Moon had given that one away for free.

There was a reason Seth had shown up here. Prior to tonight, in the first few days Moon had migrated to this sector from the Upper lands, he was quickly approached to be robbed.

After retiring the hoodlums to an extended coma, one they wouldn't wake from, the ringleader appeared himself, in an attempt to make an example out of Moon.

Moon was easily able to recognize Seth as the leader. He had that murderous intent that his goons just lacked, no matter how many people they killed, it was under the orders of another. Never had they killed, simply because they could.

That was the difference between Seth and his lackeys, one that allowed him to rule over them with ease. A difference he thought would enable him to dominate and suppress Moon.

Their fight lasted several seconds. Seth was hospitalized, and Moon left unscathed, something he would never forget.

Ever since that fateful day, the one to define his entire childhood, Moon has always been sensitive to murderous intent. A parting gift that he was bestowed after being toyed with.

While Seth's intent was small, implying he's only killed a few people, it was noticeable.

But that didn't matter at this very second, they had an advantage.

Seth wasn't stupid, the humiliation he suffered 3 months prior was not one he cared to reenact, prompting him to bring nearly 3 dozen men to brutally jump Moon.

Moon counted 32 people, including Seth, all surrounding his position. Not exactly the best odds, but he would have to manage since taking the beating wasn't an option.

He decided to take a preemptive strike, moving while they were still apprehensive about fighting. As long as Moon used his reputation as a brutal, psychotic, freak of nature to instill fear in all of their heads.

This would be the ticket to his victory, having enough of them scared so they make mistakes, never giving any of them enough time to think.

Moon quickly reached his first target, one of the larger men of Seth's crew. He planned to take full advantage of their confusion.

His first move was to throw a left-handed feint punch, placing his fist on a direct path with his face.

Moving fast enough to trigger his reactive stimuli, but slow enough for him to block, Moon caused the man to place his arms up directly in front of his face, causing him to miss the right uppercut that collided with his chin, knocking him out cold.

He ducked a hook from a nearby ruffian and swept the poor guy's legs, kneeing him in the nose on his way down.

Two assailants down, 30 to go, this might be a long night.