My Past Life-Part 32.
The night moon streamed through the half-open curtains, casting long shadows across Peter's messy room. Clothes were scattered on the floor, and a few books lay open on his desk, forgotten. Peter stood near the door, his body tense, his eyes burning with determination. His younger brother, Jubilee, sat on the couch, his small frame sinking into the cushions as he watched Peter with concern.
"Thanks, Brother," Peter said, his voice firm. "Now I'll be leaving. I need to get to her—fast."
Jubilee sighed, swinging his legs nervously. "Look, Brother… I know you love this lady—this woman—but I don't think it's wise to chase after her. You said she belongs to some assassin organization called 'The Nameless.' You almost died just for getting involved with her!"
Peter clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. His face darkened, and his jaw tightened. "You're still very young, Jubilee. You wouldn't understand. I will find her. I will protect her. And anyone who threatens her life… will die by my hands."
Jubilee frowned, crossing his arms. "Well, I am eight years old, so I understand some things. But… oh well. I can't stop you now that you've made up your mind, can I? Just… be careful. You survived death once. You may not survive it again."
A smirk tugged at Peter's lips. "Hmph. Whatever. This time, I'm far stronger than I was." He grabbed his jacket from the bed and slung it over his shoulder. "Oh, and before I go… if Mom and Dad ask, just tell them I went to lessons."
Without another word, Peter stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
BAM!!!
The sound echoed through the house, leaving Jubilee alone in the silence. He stared at the closed door, his small shoulders slumping.
"Yeahhh… just be alright, Brother," he whispered to himself. "You're a Christian. You shouldn't get yourself into all this. But… we didn't want to be called 'pastor's children.' We wanted to be ordinary—with normal, rich parents." He sighed, looking down at his hands. "We all have our goals… and so we'll chase them… even as we serve God."
The Abandoned City's Building.
Scorpio, a towering man with a cruel grin, stood over his opponent, Luke, who was sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Thought you were strong, right?" Scorpio sneered.
Before Luke could react, Scorpio grabbed his head and slammed him face-first into the ground. The impact was so powerful that cracks spread across the floor like spiderwebs.
CRACK!
Luke coughed violently, blood splattering from his lips. His vision blurred, but before he could recover, Scorpio's fist came crashing down—
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Again and again, Scorpio's punches landed on Luke's face, each blow sending shockwaves of pain through his body.
Finally, Scorpio grabbed Luke by the neck and lifted him effortlessly, his grip like iron. "You cannot beat me," he growled. "And you never will."
Luke's face was swollen, his nose broken, but his eyes still burned with defiance.
"You're strong, Brother," he choked out. "But it's time for round two."
With a sudden burst of energy, Luke twisted his body and kicked Scorpio in the neck with his left leg. The force of the blow made Scorpio stagger back, releasing his grip.
Scorpio dropped to one knee, his face twisted in pain and surprise.
Luke stood, wiping blood from his mouth.
Scorpio smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with confidence. "Ahh, I figured you were still holding back," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But it's still not enough."
Before Luke could respond, Scorpio lunged forward with incredible speed. His fist cut through the air like a bullet, aimed straight for Luke's face. Luke barely had time to react, but his instincts kicked in—he dodged to the side and countered with a punch of his own.
BAM!
Their fists collided, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. The two warriors moved like lightning, trading blow after blow, kick after kick. Neither of them was willing to back down. At one point, Scorpio suddenly jerked his head forward—CRACK!—his forehead smashed into Luke's, sending both of them stumbling backward.
After what felt like an eternity of brutal combat, they finally separated, panting heavily. Their bodies ached, their muscles screamed in protest, but neither showed any sign of surrender.
Luke wiped blood from his lip, his eyes locked onto Scorpio. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough with exhaustion. "It seems we're both equally matched at this point." His mind raced, analyzing Scorpio's every movement, searching for any weakness.
Scorpio chuckled, a cold, mocking sound. "I guess we are," he admitted. "But not for too long."
Then, with a sudden, sinister grin, Scorpio reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glowing needle. Before Luke could stop him, Scorpio stabbed the needle into his own neck, injecting a strange, shimmering liquid into his veins.
Luke's eyes widened in shock. "Don't tell me you just used that serum!" he shouted. "That thing was banned all over the world, you dumb fucker!"
Scorpio's body began to tremble. His veins bulged, turning dark under his skin. His muscles expanded, growing larger and stronger by the second. His bones cracked and shifted as his entire body transformed.
"It increases one's strength and speed by a hundredfold," Scorpio said, his voice now deeper, more monstrous. "It's truly incredible."
Luke clenched his fists, his heart pounding. He knew he was in serious trouble now.
Scorpio's laughter echoed through the battlefield as he flexed his newfound power. "Now you die," he growled, "together with that bitch Joy… and these lackeys from the Organization."
To be continued…