Deck Chronicles : A bad hand

Raymond woke up to the gentle warmth of the morning sun seeping through the curtains, casting a golden glow across his room. Stretching his limbs, he basked in the comforting embrace of the sunlight, feeling its soothing rays energize his body and mind.

As he made his way outside to enjoy the radiant sunlight, little did Raymond know that an unexpected twist awaited him. Just as he stepped out into the open, he sensed a sudden shift in the atmosphere, a ripple of tension that sent a chill down his spine. Instinctively, he glanced around, his senses on high alert.

'What the f*** was that' Thought raymond worriedly

To his dismay, he found himself face-to-face with a group of menacing figures, members of the very gang he and his partner had been monitoring. The air crackled with hostility as the gang members closed in, their eyes filled with malice and suspicion.

Raymond's mind raced, searching for answers. How had they discovered his true identity? Could there be a traitor within their own organization? The realization hit him like a blow to the gut, causing a mixture of anger and betrayal to surge through his veins.

'Some fu***** sold us out' Thought raymond with anger as he knew what was coming for him

With the element of surprise lost, Raymond knew he had to rely on his training and instincts to navigate this dangerous situation. His muscles tensed, preparing for the imminent confrontation. He felt the familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, sharpening his senses and heightening his reflexes.

As the first gang member lunged forward with a wild punch, Raymond's reflexes kicked into overdrive. He effortlessly dodged the attack, his body flowing with an almost supernatural grace. With lightning speed, he retaliated with a devastating strike, his fist connecting with his assailant's jaw, sending him crashing to the ground.

The other gang members rushed in, launching a barrage of punches and kicks in a desperate attempt to overpower Raymond. Yet with each blow he endured, his resilience seemed to grow. The pain that would have crippled a lesser man only fueled his motivation.

Raymond's enhanced physique, honed through years of rigorous training and genetic advantages, allowed him to withstand the onslaught. He absorbed the impact of their strikes, his body seemingly impervious to the blows. Bruises formed and blood trickled from his wounds, but he pressed on, his focus unwavering.

As the fight wore on, Raymond tapped into hidden reservoirs of strength. His muscles seemed to bulge with each passing moment, his body adapting to the relentless assault. The gang members grew increasingly frustrated and desperate, their attacks becoming more vicious, yet Raymond stood his ground, like an immovable force of nature.

With each adversary that fell beneath his fists, Raymond's confidence surged. His strikes became more precise, more devastating. He employed a combination of martial arts techniques, swiftly incapacitating his opponents with calculated efficiency. His strikes landed with bone-crushing force, his kicks delivered with lightning speed.

The room echoed with the sounds of grunts, thuds, and the shattering of bones. Raymond moved with an almost supernatural fluidity, his movements blending seamlessly into a deadly dance of combat. He anticipated their every move, effortlessly dodging their attacks and countering with lethal precision.

Raymond seemed unstoppable, his endurance unmatched. His body, fueled by his enhanced metabolism and superior physical abilities, seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. He fought with a purpose, a sense to eliminate the threat that stood before him.

Amidst the chaos, Raymond's mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of the traitor within their organization. He analyzed every detail, every interaction, searching for clues that could lead him to the source of their betrayal. The battle was not just physical but also a mental chess game, as he strategized and planned his next move.

With each passing moment, the intensity of the fight escalated, the clash of bodies and the sound of grunts filling the air. Raymond's heightened reflexes and combat prowess allowed him to dodge blows and counter with deadly precision, but he was also tanking them , as much as a prodigy he is , he is still young so the bruices were catching up with him but he refused to go down.

As the battle raged on, a sense of urgency coursed through Raymond's veins. He knew that time was running out as he felt his physical strenght leaving, and he needed to bring an end to the chaos before more lives were put at risk. With unwavering focus and a tactical plan, he fought his way towards the gang's leader, determined to extract the information he needed to know who was the traitor.

Raymond, his body marked by bruises and cuts, stood amidst the wreckage of his defeated adversaries

One by one, the squad remaining members fell beneath Raymond's skillful hands, their bodies left scattered and broken in his wake. The room became a testament to his prowess, a battlefield strewn with defeated adversaries. But just as the dust began to settle, a final blow struck him from behind, sending him sprawling to the ground.

His last thought as he look behind him was

'F*** , how could be so careless' Thought raymond before losing his consiusness

"Squad leader , we have them " Report one of the squad

The leader look at him for a moment and then he took out a pistol and shoot him through his skull

"No witnesses" Said while looking at the dead bodies of his comrades and thought that maybe there was a rat send by the organization between them

He can´t trust anyone as if it wasn´t for the rat in the ravens they would never know about the kid and the other agent

He took raymond and the other agent and went to the gang hideout

Raymond's eyelids fluttered open, his vision hazy and his head throbbing with pain. As consciousness slowly returned, he realized he was in a dimly lit room, the air heavy with tension. Blinking away the blur, he attempted to move, only to discover that his hands and feet were securely bound to a chair.

Straining against his restraints, Raymond's gaze shifted to his surroundings. His heart sank as he noticed the other agent, also bound and slumped in a chair nearby. Their beaten and bloodied forms bore testament to the brutality they had endured before .

A surge of anger and determination coursed through Raymond's veins, propelling him to fight against the constraints that held him captive. He flexed his muscles, testing the strength of the bonds that confined him. With each strain, the ropes dug into his flesh, but he refused to succumb to despair.

Turning his attention to the other agent, Raymond met their eyes. He say fear throught the man´s eyes

'Not good' Raymond thought worriedly that the man would tell information about the organization to save himself,they exchanged a brief nod

Raymond's mind raced, analyzing the situation and searching for any possible means of escape. He took note of the room's layout, looking for vulnerabilities or objects that could aid their liberation. His heightened senses allowed him to pick up subtle sounds and movements, providing valuable information about their captors.

As time ticked by, Raymond's impassience only grew stronger. He was mentally preparing himself for what´s coming . He knew he needed to remain vigilant, ready to act swiftly and decisively.

Minutes turned into hours, the room filled with an oppressive silence broken only by the distant sounds of footsteps and muffled voices. Raymond's muscles tensed as he listened intently, trying to gather any useful information that could aid their escape and at the same time gain more info.

Finally, the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, accompanied by the creaking of the door opening. Their captors entered the room, their faces concealed by masks. Raymond's heart raced as he braced himself for whatever awaited them.

(Author here - I have succeded in persuade my friend about his character so Let´s fuc**** goo , also tomorrow be prepare for what i had planned jajaaj , if you have any idea put them in the comment section , if you want you can also leave a power stone , leave a review and add the story to your collections , also if you want to ask something put that in the comments i will try to answer the best i can )