Chapter 2

Later that day..

"Please.. Please, god, no!" A guy screamed out in a pleading tone as he ran throughout the streets of the city. His pulse was racing hard within his chest so strong that it felt as though it would burst forth from his chest.

Like a burst of lightning shooting down from the sky the jade devil landed in front of him, bringing his running to a halt. The cement ground below him cracked as pieces of cement shot throughout the air scattering all around. A soft black fog emitting from his body as his jade eyes gazed at the panicking man that was shuddering in front of him to the point of wetting himself. With a swift arm movement the fingernails on his right hand extended like razor blades. His body leaning forward slightly before bursting forward at the man.

In a split second that caused a streak of black and green to be left in his trail of air the man was before him. His razor sharp nails slitting the man's throat in the blink of an eye causing blood to spurt forth from his neck. The panicked man quickly tried to grasp his throat to slow the blood from bursting forth from his throat to save himself but it was all in vain. Without a hint of emotion to his gaze he retracted his nails back to normal and pulled his mask over his lower half of his own face to avoid smelling the scent of death as the man died in front of him.

"Don't waste your own time." He said to the man as he collapsed to the ground still desperately attempting to save himself. In a matter of moments the man's cold lifeless corpse was all that was left in his place.

After waiting to ensure that the man was sure to be dead he turned to walk away down the street. Many people had watched him slaughter the man and there was sure to be even more who ran away in fright for their own lives. He could not care about either side of the populace that saw what he had done because nobody would bother trying to touch him regardless. That was how things had been since he came to this world weeks ago. It did not take him long to realize that nobody would blink twice at someone being killed by another in this world unless they were of an important status. At the end of the day the strong preyed on the weak in this world.

What am I exactly? He thought to himself as he massaged his own hand while walking. It had not taken him long to understand some of the things he was capable of in his new body but he still had no idea what exactly he was. There was many hidden secretes to his body that he was still trying to understand as time went by in this world. His ability to use his nails as a weapon was simply one thing he was capable of and he had no idea why he was able to do it.

At times he had contemplated over the idea of going to a local hospital to be medically checked out but he quickly at the start had tossed that idea aside. If it turned out to be something more serious he was worried what damage he could cause to himself. If he was some form of mutated human would the government in this world chase him down? It was something he wanted to avoid at all costs. Even if he got wounded he would take care of himself first before ever confronting a situation that could end poorly for himself.

After a moment of silent walking he slowly began to pull out his phone and dialed the number he had on speed dial. On the other end of the phone he could hear the person picking up the phone and their voice was deep and straight to the point to find out who was calling them in the middle of the night.

"It's me." He replied to them bluntly.

"Yes?" The voice on the phone responded to him in a questioning tone.

"I've taken care of the target. Wire me the other half of what you owe me by tonight like I requested or you'll be seeing him soon.. in hell." A slight smirk formed on his mouth under his mask as he spoke the last two words to the person.

"When the hell have I ever been late on a payment?" The voice seemed to scold back at him. It was as though they had been wronged in some way by what he said to them.

"Shut up and send it." He responded back to the person over the phone and creased his brows. It was not every day someone would be able to speak to him in such a way. His thumb slid across the phone and hung up on the person.

A slight urge to drink some more started to rise for a moment before pushing that urge away. The truth was when it came to drinking he was unable to get drunk. Something about the way his new body in this world worked caused him to be unable to actually become intoxicated. After falling to this world he had simply taken to drinking as a form of comfort when he had nothing else to do. The more he thought about the idea he shook his head. Instead he decided to head towards his apartment for a night of rest. Hunger was already causing his stomach to become uncomfortable and if he did not eat soon he was not sure what would happen to himself.

RIIIINNGGG RIIIINNGGG RIIIINNGGG

The phone in his hand started to ring from the person he had hung up on a moment ago. He clicked to answer and slowly pulled the phone to his ear.

"Bitch, did you just hang up on me?" The person began to scold at him before going into talking about things to him again.

Quickly his thumb slid to the end call button while they were in the middle of talking. The last thing he wanted to do before bed was listen to someone else talking nonstop. In his mind he was certain they were probably cursing him again and again after hanging up on them a second time. They were that type of person that enjoyed throwing a tantrum when it came to him acting in such a way. He did not care what they thought of him though because they were simply his source of in come. It was not a small amount of money for him either so he did not care if they cursed his name as long as they did their part for him.