The sun hung high in the sky with its bright rays raining down on the bustling city of L.A. The weather was blazing hot typical of southern California. A red and white delivery van drove up and parked in front of a three story warehouse. Just from the exterior it seemed that the warehouse had been neglected for quite awhile. The paint on the walls were chipped and cracked. The windows had so much dust that it was impossible to see inside clearly and the doors and fences were covered in rust.
Stepping out of the van was an individual carrying a cardboard box. The individual was dressed in a red one piece jump suit with a zipper that went all the way from the chest down to the crotch. The jump suit had the words 'Wu's express Delivery' on the back, the same words written on the side of the van
The man stood around 5'11 and under his baggy clothes seemed to lie a fit athletic body. His black hair was a medium length with a plain style. After taking a look around he walked up to a door and knocked "Wu's express delivery! You have a priority item!". After yelling the man took a step back and waited. A few minutes passed by, seeing that he had gotten no response the man then tried to open the door. The door shook but refused to open "Dammit, locked" he muttered under his breath.
After a moment of deliberation the man took another look at his surrounding before he kicked down the door. Bam! His foot tore the door off its hinges and sent it flying. He punched the box he was carrying and pulled out a pistol from inside. The man took a quick look around him. All the windows were covered in a thick layer of dust, preventing much of the sunlight from coming in and there were no alternative sources of light available. Most of the light coming in came from where the door used to be. Although dimly lit the man was able to make out some of the interior of the warehouse. The section of the warehouse that he was in had a high ceiling and there were many metal shipping containers scattered across. The man bent down into a slightly crouched posture as he carefully walked alongside the metal containers.
Using the shipping containers for cover, the man stealthily explored the room. Although difficult at first his eyes soon became accustomed to the darkness. He checked the shipping containers that weren't locked one by one. Some were empty some hade cardboard boxes or wooden pallets but none seemed to have anything that the man was looking for. After examing the room and all the shipping containers that were left open the man began moving towards the hallway that lead to the other rooms and sections of the warehouse. Stale air filled the man's lungs as he proceeded along the hallway. There were doors lining both sides of the hallway. The man stopped and stilled his breathing as his hand slowly approached the knob of one of the doors.
The distance between his hand and the knob was only a few inches and yet it felt as though it took hours to make contact. Sweat trickled down the man's brow and dropped to the floor, his heart punded heavily as he held the knob in his hand. Finally he turned the knob. He pushed the door open and rushed into the room with his pistol leading the way, aimed and ready. Seeing nothing directly in front of him he turned his body to the side with his pistol still up. After confirming that there was no one in the room he let down his pistol and let out a breath of relief "phew. One room down just another twenty to go" he said in a mocking fashion.
This process continued every time the man checked a new room. Some appeared to be work offices with a desk and filing cabinets, others were storage closets wtih styrofoam cups and empty water jugs. By the time the man had made it to the last door on the first floor he could feel the mental fatigue setting in. The strain of having to constantly remain alert and skirting along the edges of danger left the man feeling drained. Yhe reoccuring switch between moments of high tension and relief were truly taxing. His jump suit was clearly soaked in his sweat as multiple wet spots were visible, especially alongside his back. He used the sleeve pf his suit to ipe the moisture from his forehead "why the fuck did I pick the delivery man?" once again muttering under his breath.
After opening dozens of doors the man had become more relaxed, no longer feeling any trepidation but still remaining cautious. The man took a step into the room but as he raised his pistol to scan the room he felt a burning pain surge through the buttom of his hands as the pistol went flying into the darkness of the room. A blur of movement entered the edge of the man's vision and he instinctively ducked. Acting just in time to see a shoe hit the wall where his head had just been. The man took a look at his assailent but due to the lack of light there wasn't much he could make out. All he could see was that the man in front of him was bald and stood around an inch taller than himself.
The bald man turn his missed kick into an ax kick as his foot dropped towards the crouching delivery man who then raised his crossed arms in an attempt to intercept the attack. The kick sent a pulse of pain down the delivery man's arms but he grabbed onto the bald man's leg as he sent a kick to the other leg that was being used to stand. The delivery man's kick hit its target but the bald man didn't even budge. Seeing that his attack had no affect the delivery man let go of the leg he was holding and jumped to the side. After standing up the delivery man pulled up his sleeve and spoke into his watch "Hostile engaged! I repeat hostile enga-!". He was interrupted by the bald man who appeared in front of him seemingly in the blink of an eye. He then grabbed him by the neck with one hand and flung him into the wall.
The delivery man's back slammed into the wall so hard that he left a hole in the plaster. Before he could even get to his feet the delivery man felt his body being lifted as he was once again thrown across the room and into a wall. Bam! The delivery man's body made another hole in the wall but his luck seemed to have taken a turn for the worse as he unfortunatley found a support beam which then cracked in half from the force of the impact. The world spun around him as he felt a sharp pain in the right side of his chest.
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The delivery man held his ribs and tightly clenched his teeth as he fought to stand up. Surprisingly the bald man just stood and watched motionlessly. With his body slightly slumped and his breathing ragged the delivery man stared down the opponent in front of him. Seconds went by and turned into what felt like minutes to the delivery man. He knew what his attacker was doing, he could understand what was probably going through his attackers head. For he himself had been in the same position many times in the past except now he was on the other side. He knew what it was like to feel invincible in front of your adversary. To tower over those weaker than yourself, suffocating them with your mere presence. He understood it all too well the joy of slowly breaking down your target and basking in their despair. The rush that it brought was more intoxicating than any liquor. He also understood that once the predator began toying with his prey that it was a sign that the end of the hunt was near.
The bald man finally broke the stalemate. With his inhuman speed he appeared in front of the delivery man once again grabbing him by the throat. However this time the delivery man wasn't tossed aside. He just remained suspended in the air as the bald man held him up with a single arm. His face began to turn red, his lungs slowly beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen. His opponent was truly cruel. With the strength that the bald man had demonstrated snapping the delivery man's neck would have taken the slightest of effort. Instead he chose to use the most minimal amount of force. Not enough to break his neck but just enough to choke him, ensuring that he would slowly and painfully die of suffocation.
Bang! Bang! The delivery man held a pistol right in front of the bald man's chest. It was after he was thrown the second time that the delivery man had luckily found his pistol that was kicke dout of his hands. He had hidden it by holding it against his body while he was grabbing at his ribs. Two shots from point blank range had hit the bald man and yet there was still no response, he remained in the same position with the delivery man still in the air. Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots rang out continuously as the delivery man continued to shoot from point blank range. Click-click Click-click His face was filled with surprise and a touch of panic as he had fired off the entire clip and yet the bald man stood there without so much as the smallest reaction.
After going for so long without a breath the delivery man's vision began to blur. He bit his tongue and focused o the pain in an attempt conscious. The bald man turned his head as he heard footsteps appraching and saw a light in the hallway. The delivery man took this opportunity to pull out a knife that had been strapped to his forearm hidden underneath his sleeve. He stabbed the side of the bald man's face. The bald man's attention snapped back to the delivery man as he grabbed the knife out of his hand and tossed him upwards. The delivery man hit the ceiling and crashed to the floor but when he looked up the bald man was gone.
A figure walked into the room with a light pointed at the delivery man's face "Fuck man, watch were you're pointing that thing". The figure moved the light away and asked "Joseph where's the hostile? I thought you said you were engaging him?" As the figure helped Joseph to his feet he answered "Yeah Armand the motherfucker was here just a moment ago, I'm not exactly in great condition right now. He must have ran out when he heard you coming". Armand looked back at Joseph "That's impossible. That door is the only way out and I didn't see anyon run out into the hallway"
In the back of the delivery van sat Joseph and another man. Armand and Joseph were just about the same height and were dressed in the same jump suit but Armand looked slightly thinner. Armand wore his black hair in a slicked back style with a pair of thin framed glasses on his face. Surrounding Hoseph and Armand were a bunch of monitors and other high tech gadgets. Armand began typing on a keyboard "Alright Joseph, just start fromt the beginning" Joseph spoke about everything that had happened in the warehouse starting from when he had kicked down the door. "And then after I emptied my entire clip into the monster's chest he still held me up in the ai-" Armand interrupted Joseph "wait wait wait. Lets start again from the beginning" Joseph slammed his fist into the side of the van Bam! "This is the fifth fucking time! Just hurry up and type the damn report!"
Armand shook his head side to side "Sigh-I think you're still a little shaken up Joseph, we should get you checked out at a hospital. We can do the report after you've had some time to recover" After Armand helped Joseph out of the warehouse they went to the van to write up their reports while the memories were fresh in their heads. But after listening to Joseph's account of all the things that had transpired Armand couldn't believe what he was hearing, he had Joseph tetell his experience multiple times but the story remained the same. Armand just looked back at joseph " Joseph it was really dark in the warehouse and you got pretty banged up. Its understandable that you could that you might be confused about what you saw". Joseph stood up in frustration but soon after clutched his ribs in pain "Agh-You listen to me. I know what happened and I know what I saw. What we're dealing with isn't human. I shot that monster multiple time in the chest at point blank range and he didn't feel a thing!". Armand adjuste his glasses "Even if that is the case I'm sure that there is a logical explanation. Instead of being a bulletproof monster like your claiming he could have slimply been wearing a protective vest". Joseph questioned Armand's reasoning "Even if he was wearing a bulletproof vest. I kicked him right in the leg with all my strength and the guy didn't make so much as a peep. Not to mention the fact that he was tossing me around like a rag doll".
Armad responded "Again, that doesn't make hime a monster. The lack of reaction to pain can be explained by numerous things like drug effects. As for throwing you around. You only weigh two hundred pounds, a well trained athlete could conceiably throw". Joseph sneered "So your explanation is that our target is a crackhead Mr. Olympia wearing a top of the line Kevlar vest". Armand took his hands away from the keyboard and turned to face Joseph "I understand that it's far-fetched but it's still a lot more reasonable than your monster theory". Joseph picked something up from the floor and brought it to eye level "Then explain this Armand". Armand and Joseph stared at the knife that was bent at the blade. "Three inches of titanium alloy, sharpened into a razor sharp edge. Whatever was in the warehouse bent the blade just from gripping it. I'm telling you Armand. That thing I fought in the warehouse is dangerous, and it's not human".