My Past Life-Part 33.
Come on, come on, brother!" Scorpio taunted, his voice full of energy. "Fight like you mean it! Don't tell me you're at your limits already!"
Luke wiped blood from his lip, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His muscles ached, and his vision blurred slightly from exhaustion. But he clenched his fists, refusing to back down.
The two warriors charged at each other once again, their fists and legs moving in a blur. Every punch landed with a heavy thud, every kick sent shockwaves through their bodies. The sound of their battle echoed through the empty battlefield—grunts, the impact of flesh against flesh, and the sharp exhales of effort.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally broke apart, both stumbling backward. Luke's body was covered in wounds—deep cuts on his arms, bruises forming on his ribs, and blood dripping from his forehead. His breathing was ragged, his legs trembling from the effort of staying upright.
"This… isn't going as planned anymore," Luke muttered, his voice strained. His face hardened with determination, but his body was failing him.
Scorpio laughed, shaking his head. "Thought you knew me better than anyone, brother," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "You should have known that I wouldn't let anyone push me to the wall. And even if I am… I will always find a way to fight back!"
Without warning, Scorpio dashed forward again, his speed unbelievable despite the battle they had just endured. Luke barely had time to react—he quickly shifted into a defensive stance, raising his arms to block the incoming attacks.
But Scorpio was too fast.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Ten powerful punches landed on Luke's ribs—five on the left, five on the right. The force of each blow sent waves of pain through his body, making his bones tremble. Luke's eyes widened as the air was knocked out of his lungs. He coughed violently, blood splattering onto the ground.
His legs gave out.
With a heavy thud, Luke dropped to one knee, sweat pouring down his face. His vision swam, his body screaming in agony. He looked up, his eyes meeting Scorpio's cold, victorious gaze.
Scorpio didn't waste a second.
With a swift motion, he swung his right leg—CRACK!
The kick connected with Luke's face, sending him crashing onto his back. Blood sprayed from his nose, and a piece of skin peeled off from the sheer force of the impact. Luke lay there, his body twitching, his breaths shallow and uneven.
"Ah… ah… ah…" Luke gasped, his voice weak. "I… can't move anymore… Seems you won, brother…"
Scorpio smirked, stepping closer. "Not yet, brother," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
He grabbed Luke by the neck with both hands, lifting him off the ground. Luke's feet dangled helplessly as Scorpio's grip tightened. Veins bulged from Luke's forehead and neck as he struggled to breathe, his fingers clawing at Scorpio's arms in a desperate attempt to break free.
"It's not over… until you're dead," Scorpio whispered, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.
Luke's vision darkened as the pressure on his throat increased. His body grew weaker, his struggles fading. The world around him blurred, and the last thing he saw was Scorpio's merciless smile.
"Bro… bro… brother…" Luke gasped, his voice strained and desperate. His body trembled as Scorpio's grip tightened around his neck. A sickening crack echoed through the room—his spine snapped like a dry twig. His eyes widened for a brief moment, then went blank. His body went limp, collapsing to the ground like a discarded puppet.
Scorpio stared down at his fallen brother, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. A single tear escaped his eye, rolling down his scarred cheek. "I'm sorry it had to be this way… brother," he muttered, his voice thick with regret and rage. With a swift motion, he tossed Luke's lifeless body aside as if it were nothing more than crumpled paper.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The gunshots ripped through the air as Joy, her hands shaking but her aim steady, fired at Scorpio. Her face was streaked with sweat and dirt, her eyes burning with fury.
Scorpio moved like a shadow—swift, unpredictable. He dodged the bullets effortlessly, his body twisting and weaving through the storm of lead. His boots pounded against the concrete as he charged toward her, closing the distance in seconds.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Die, motherfucker!" Joy screamed, her voice raw with desperation. She kept firing, her fingers squeezing the trigger again and again, but Scorpio was too fast. Every shot missed, ricocheting off the walls or embedding uselessly into the ground.
Then—suddenly—he was right in front of her.
Joy barely had time to react before Scorpio's massive fist slammed into her stomach. The force of the punch lifted her off her feet, sending her flying backward like a ragdoll. Her body crashed into the nearest wall with a sickening thud. The impact was so powerful that cracks spiderwebbed across the concrete, dust and debris raining down around her. The entire building trembled from the force.
She gasped, blood bubbling from her lips as she slid down the wall and crumpled onto the floor. Her vision blurred, her limbs refusing to obey her commands.
Scorpio turned away from Joy, his cold gaze sweeping over the battlefield. His men stood ready, their weapons drawn, their faces twisted in anticipation.
"Now," Scorpio commanded, his voice booming like thunder, "kill the rest of these little bastards!"
His men didn't hesitate.
Gunfire erupted once more as Scorpio's soldiers cut down the remaining members of Joy's organization one by one. Screams filled the air, bodies dropping like flies.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Click. Click. Click.
"Shit! I'm out!" one of Joy's men cursed, frantically ejecting his empty magazine. He fumbled for another, his hands slick with sweat. "Come on, you big fucking—"
Before he could finish, Scorpio vanished.
A split second later, he reappeared behind the man.
The man barely had time to turn before Scorpio's fist connected with his skull. The punch was so powerful that the man's head exploded on impact—bone, blood, and brain matter splattering across the floor. His body collapsed like a sack of meat, twitching once before going still.
Joy groaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She tried to push herself up, but her arms refused to cooperate. Blood trickled from her nose, her vision swimming.
"Fuck this…" she muttered, her voice weak. "I told that dipshit we should've just opened fire from the start. But no—he had to settle a score. And now he's dead."
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in her ears.
Slow. Deliberate.
She looked up—Scorpio loomed over her, his massive frame blocking out the light. His knuckles were bruised and bloody, his face unreadable.
"I told you," Scorpio growled, his voice low and menacing, "you were going to die. And now… I'm going to fulfill my promise."
Joy's breath hitched.
Scorpio raised his fist high, his muscles coiling like a viper ready to strike. His fingers tightened into a monstrous, bone-crushing grip.
Then—
THUD.
The world went black.
To Be Continued…