Cool off Somewhere [Fight Club - Past]

As they got closer to the building the people who had taken over his home noticed them and pointed to Tao and whispered, whispers which spread like wildfire that reached even the top floor. They where the opposition, they where the ones that had taken the lives of Tao's friends and opposed the idea of his establishments. "We open after dark, beyond that you can choose the hours as you see fit and I wont bother you outside of your hours. We aren't a corporate establishment and I don't have a capital to pay you with however we will take a cut of the winnings which will be well worth it several times over."

"Listen up scum, leave or die!" The voice was strong, he was there not only to fulfill a wish but also to reclaim his home. "Can you catch up?" He asked the man besides him whom he still didn't knew the name of, it wasn't as much a question of speed as it was a contest to kill the most. While he didn't have any super speed this day he did have super strength, pushing the asphalt up as he ran towards them he could increase his speed multiple times. In contrast to the fight with Deith he fought with full strength and he used his martial arts, every hit resulted in kills. Becoming crowded meant some of them would be able to cut him, but again he managed to avoid any vital cuts. The more he got cut, the more he saw blood and the more he killed the more he smiled with his sinister smile, oh how he thrived on chaos.

Not yet would he die, not yet would he be exhausted from the loss of blood, no not until he was completely done. He just couldn't help himself in this chaos that he called a normal day, well perhaps not in these quantities but the fact remained that he had spent the last six months of brawling and street fighting. He hadn't raised his pain tolerance neither was he immune to feeling pain, no he enjoyed it embraced it even, he couldn't help but to grin.

He didn't like being crowded, besides the bodies started to pile up so he roundhouse kicked the closest, combined with super strength he tore of their heads and charged out of there. Perfect with them lining up for the kill it suddenly went so much easier, though he didn't want easier, he wanted it to be dealt with. "What do you say, round em up and be done with it with something fancy?".

He dropped his smile when Deith used his illusions, he wasn't displeased it just got easy. He just needed to walk around and kill the weak ones, strong people that could fight illusions where still dealt with.What would he do with the bodies, most of them weren't worth plundering since they where scum.

As if not to loose any more blood he leaned on the nearby will and took care of anyone that came his way "Hmm, it seems as if most of them are dealt with, just a few straggler left". He looked around the piles of bodies "Didn't I tell you we would swim in blood?" He laughed a laugh that could be considered a mix between a mad scientists laugh and a normal happy laugh. He had done it, well Deith helped.

"Nah, had I not lowered my guard I might have noticed that there was an illusion." He remembered that he had lowered his guard because Deith was feeding when he walked up to him, feeding usually would make one less prone to combat, right? Whatever, he knew growing up in the slums and getting something to eat would make him happy and less wanting to fight.

"Besides, these guys cut me too, perhaps not as deep as you though." He nodded towards a pile of bodies, some of which where missing heads. "I have been in tougher spots, besides i have a score to settle." They where his prey which he allowed Deith to feed on or kill. It wouldn't look good for him to start his establishment if he let Deith take care of the rest, he would look weak and his business would suffer from it. While he was immortal in a sense though he couldn't allow himself to die in the building or it would literally burn to ashes so he just had to use his fists and not legs to limit stress where he was cut.

"Do what you like with them, they will be disposed of later anyway." He intended to burn them with normal fire, later when he had recuperated. The bonfire was meant as a signal to those opposing him was meant as a message Hey, jackasses I am back! but it would take a few days before he would do it. Unaware if the message would make it or not people of the slum would naturally go there to see what was happening and that is when he would start gathering interest, though before this whole process could start he needed to regenerate some blood to show himself as his usual strong self and not show weaknesses.

He inspected the whole process with interest, it could be a good thing to know in the future. It wasn't until he heard a sound behind him that he averted his focus. He turned around hitting the head of whoever came creeping up on him, it was now flat like a pancake with bits and parts of brain on Tao's hand and he couldn't help but getting back his sinister smile when the blood sprouted everywhere.