"Oh, so this is the new leash they put on you. Suiting you should have a collar after what you've done." That fucking bastard steps over me, approaching the others. "I hope none of these gentlemen here consider themselves your friend. Do you all know what he has done? What he did to poor Trevor was nothing compared to his past crimes."

"Why are you here John?"

"Don't worry, I'm not here for you, it's Justin."

I begin to regain control over my body as the electricity leaves it, but the pain remains.

Pain is nothing!

"Tom, stand down!" The bitch in a box tries to plead with me. She could beg for all I care, this is my only reason for existing!

I don't even bother trying to get back to my feet. Spinning around on all fours I leap towards John, all I have to do is touch him! If I touch him they won't be able to shock me without harming him. Without looking back he just lifts up his right leg and I miss him, sliding in between him and Justin.

Why did I go for his foot? If I had aimed for a little hire he wouldn't have been able to get away? Is he already in my head? But he didn't touch me?

My body stiffens again and pins me in place. Spit shoots out from in between my clenched teeth as I express my rage.

"I'm... Kill... You!"

This shock lasts longer. I can feel my eyes trying to roll into the back of my head the longer it persists.

"Don't tell me that's enough to scare you two? Him I would expect but Justin, you're an agent, you can't let this sort of thing get to you. You let this animal in the ring with your little brother so surely you wouldn't be scared of his ferocity."

"Don't you fucking talk about my brother!"

"See, that right there, we can't be having that."

"What are you doing? Stop it. Don't touch me!"

"Relax Justin, I'm just going to calm you down, that's all. This is to help you."

Finally, the electricity lets up and I look up towards John, who had walked past me and over to Justin while I was unable to move. He now had a hand on both sides of Justin's head, Justin looked as though he wanted to fight back but couldn't."

Speakers rang out all around me, "Tom if you don't stop the next one may be fatal."

A voice responded but it wasn't mine, "Don't worry, I've got him." John spoke as he let go of Justin's head. Justin fell to his knee's looking as if his brain had been rebooted. Jason stood in the same spot he was in when he punched Justin.

I charged at John starting out on all fours but stood up more with each step. He tries to slip to the side but I had my arms open to my sides, they covered enough area that he wouldn't be able to simply dodge my grab. He hadn't moved too much but he quickly stops and repositions his feet. I notice his knee jutting out as I went for a double-leg takedown. Just as he couldn't dodge me, with my current momentum I would be unable to dodge him completely, but I don't need completely.

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I repositioned my head and it ricocheted off the side of his knee. With that taken care of I now only had to worry about grabbing one leg. I wrapped my hand around the back of his knee and pulled on it with all my strength while I threw my free hand up, I felt it connect with his face. As we fell something clamped down on my wrist, it was his well-known hand grabs. He landed on his back, and I on his stomach. It was then that I realized I had put too much force into the tackle and was in danger of flipping over him. I straightened my legs out in an attempt to stop the momentum from carrying me into a frontflip but I felt something lift me off the ground from beneath, it was his leg.

I went over him and felt a pop come from my shoulder. The pain was instant and excruciating but I tucked my knees in to make me rotate even more. I landed on my feet just above his head, he still had a firm grip on my wrist. I spun in the direction of the arm he held and stomped on his head. Or I meant to, but my foot when straight into his hand. I was in so much pain I wasn't able to focus on forcing my attack to stay on its path. Now holding my dislocated arm and the opposite foot, he rolls away from me, throwing me by them.

I hit the ground instantly going into a one-arm roll and making my way back to my feet while turning back to him, he had done the same. Now we stood facing each other and he smiled, "Punching somewhere out of your field of view, I'm impressed. I guess even animals can improve." He pushed up his cracked shades as he spoke.

I charged and him throwing kicks as my dislocated arm flailed about with each attack.

"And kicks too? You must really be trying to improve, I wonder why? Who else could you possibly want to kill, you don't have any family or friends left?"

I stop kicking and lunge forward ignoring the taste of blood in my mouth. I wasn't sure if my tongue was still attached or not after that last comment.

My good arm's fist flew towards him and he inevitably caught it. I spit the blood out of my mouth and into his face, I could see a solid piece of flesh flying with it. The second it hit his face I pulled on my leg, my foot was hooked around the back of his heel. He fell down and I dove with him. I could feel the sensation of the collar around my neck getting ready to trigger but I only needed to live a few seconds longer. I turned my head and opened my mouth as wide as I could, with a good enough bite I could rip his throat out.

Only a few inches away from his neck I felt a force slam into my side. It hit me so hard that my body was thrown horizontally and I slammed into a weight rack, a few of them falling on top of me as I hit the ground.

"Why, hello Push, it's so good to see you. You always have the cutest smile."

A child's voice came from the entrance of the room, "You did need my help, you're getting slow."

I looked up and towards them as I pushed the weights off me with my good arm, John was already back up to his feet.

"No, I believe he is getting faster." He pulls out a dart gun and points it towards me while he speaks, firing it the second he finishes his sentence.

I catch the dart out of the air as I stand up, John cocking his head as I toss the dart to the side.

Zap! A jolt of electricity runs through my body but it doesn't start from my neck. Turning my head slightly I see Justin is now standing and holding his finger in my direction.

Stab, stab, stab.

I feel needles dig into my side and I whip my head back towards John but he was holding his gun at his side. At the entrance of the room, Push is holding a hand full of darts. He grabs one from his pile and points it at me. I try to dodge it but my body won't move.

Stab.

I drop to my knees, unleashing my rage through my voice until I run out of oxygen in my lungs, "RAAAAAHHHHRRRG!"

My face hits the floor.