The morning was peaceful until you took a shortcut through the backstreets to get to school faster. Now, you’re backed against a wall by six members of a rival gang, their leader’s grip bruisingly tight on your wrist as you winced.

“Look at this,” the leader sneers. “Sano’s little prize. I bet your his soft spot. If we break you, he’ll finally fall apart, won’t he? Let’s see how invincible he is when we send you back to him in piece-“

VROOOM!!

The roar of a 250cc engine cuts him off as a black motorcycle skids into the ally. Tires screeching. Mikey hops off before the bike even stops. He doesn’t even wait for the kickstand, His bike drops as he jumped off. His eyes are dark, void of the warmth you saw earlier today.

“Take your hands off her.” Mikey says, his voice a lethal whisper. With a speed that shouldn’t been humanly possible, He steps directly in front of you, a human shield. As he looks up deadly at the group. “Touch her and I kill you.”

The leader’s hand turns cold and he let’s go of you instantly, paralyzed by the sheer killing intent radiating off Mikey.

He doesn’t look back at you as he speaks in a flat, lethal tone. “Go wait by my bike, Close your eyes, I’ll handle this.”

As you hesitantly backed away, Mikey’s leg was in mid air as the sound of the first “nuclear kick” connecting with bones echoes through the ally- fast, precise, and absolute as the leader fell down.