My name is kevin, I live in new jersey. I lived a pretty normal life, school, pretty girls ,and coffee. Yeah a normal life. Just recently I was forced out of my shabby looking (but quite cozy) apartment after not paying the landlord. After all the trouble of convincing the landlord I would pay too.*five minutes of intense swearing* welp now that all my options have been expended, there is only one thing to do. I mean I have to get some cash somehow right?

"sup fellas?" a group of rough around the edges looking people swivel their meaty heats to stare intensly at me. They were group of about six people. One was a Giant man standing at roughly 6.9 feet tall he towered over everyone in the area. He wore a red tank top and shorts. Another had very pale skin bordering on looking albino, and wore a hoodie that said "Normies scare me". The guy on the right most part of the group had deep black skin and while not being very tall or wide was extremely dense in muscle mass. You could tell just from looking at him that he could be a promising athlete. He wore a bandana and some Jordans along with an off white shirt that said "supreme" but scribbled in faded black sharpie.The rest were your average looking thugs. 

 I swallowed hard. "I'm lookin' to join, whats it take?" ... the behemoth of a man at the front of the group gave me a cruel and peircing smile before turning to pale guy on the left and the other on the right and muttered a little to them. They both nodded simultaniously. At this point sweat started appearing on my forehead. "yeah okay" the giant said, " all you have to do is rob the seven eleven point seven over there on the corner.  We will be in an alley over there come there once its done.

... "we'll be waiting shorty." 

*two hours later*

"Ok, Ok, kevin you can do this." I slip on my impromtu mask made out of a sock with holes cut out of it like you would see in a shitty family comedy.

I pull out my "pistol" which is just an airsoft gun that looks really realistic and yell "Put the money in the bag. ... FAGGOT!" I decided to add in a swearword for extra affect. The clerk swiftly started sweeping the money into the bag. I grabbed it as he was halfway done.

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"this will be enough. Oh by the way sorry about the whole at-gun-point situation you're in. here's an airsoft gun." I drop the "pistol" and sprint at full speed towards the hiding spot the gang kept the escape car in and hopped into the car.  As we drove across the highway I show off my haul to the others. "two grand baby!" 

As we drive dow the highway the pale guy next to me spoke. "well it seems your now officially a member. Congrats! My name is Jake the meathead driving is Bob and the one with the retarded  outfit is Jead. Its nice to have a new member!"

"uh yeah by the way why is that car coming at us so fast?"

"The Hell?"

*CRASH*

Black

I open my eyes slowly trying not to throw up due to the pain and nasua. A fat man and two meaty thugs are standing eside the car crash. Behind him was the wreckage of our car and beside him were two muscular thugs with knives. but what drawed my attention the most was the insignia on his shoulder. A fist. Wait... "fucking brawlers" the athlete said with disgust.

"HAHAHAHA!""you better remember my name you guys! its Jason, savour it because its gonna be the last thing you ever hear!" the fat man said. As he said this his posse attacked, trying to peirce jead and Bob. Jead was able to dodge the suprise attack, but the giant had trouble and ended up getting peirced in the shoulder.

He tried to punch the thug with his massive fists but was weakened and slowed due to blood loss. The price of the reckless attack was a swift peirce in the ribs damaging and puncturing organs. He slowly went limp and flopped over onto the asphalt.

The athlete fared better but met a similar end. Jason turned to me still unable to move and leaned over to whisper into my ear ' This is what happens when you mess with the Brawlers Fucko." the thug walked over bent down raised his knife and... black

I open my eyes and look up unto the clear blue sky. " um didn't i just die?" I say out loud, or at least I try but I can't seem to formulate the words. Um ok? maybe i just have a dry throat.  I scan my surrounding but all I see is forest. I look down at my hands. Oh god my hands. are those scales? claws? 

THE HELL? 

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A voice that reminded me of alexa resounded in my head. "welcome to the afterlife... Kevin"