chapter - 003

Opening my eyes, I found myself standing in a dimly lit room. Trying to move only to stop when I heard a large amount of clicks. I raised my head and my pupils shrunk as I was surrounded by guns raised to my head.

After a quick look around, it appeared that I popped up in the middle of their drugs deal as I saw money and drugs lying on the table. The people surrounding me had menacing looks, cute if I have to say compared to those monsters but the guns pointed at me had my feelings turn cold.

"Who are you and how did you come here?" asked one of the men with his straight towards my face. I slowly raise my hands as I try to observe how to escape this situation. A total of 14 people, 6 with guns and the remaining with iron bats. A dark room lit only by the small bulb hanging from the ceiling above the table and stairs to the left. A money bag too.

Can't change to Moon Knight as I have never transformed before and I do not want to give away my identity. Guess will have to do with it. "Don't know how. I just sort of found myself here." I said and turn my attention behind the person with my eyes widening. The goon who asked the question, seeing my reaction turns to look behind and I take my chance.

A quick slap from my hands on his hand has him drop his gun which I take. I duck to avoid any chance of the surrounding men firing at me suddenly. With fast aim, I throw the gun at the only source of light- the light bulb. The light goes off and the beating begins.

Staying down, I quickly jump forward toward a man's legs and pull him down. The remaining men start to yell and scream for someone to get a torch and try to find me without hurting anyone. I mean, for me, it's to go all, and for them, they have to be careful of hurting an ally. Within seconds, I adjust to the dark which I attribute to my powers, and start beating the crap out of the person beneath me. After him, I go for the second one, then the third, and so on.

When only five men are left, they too realize the situation and start to use the guns without caring. Only the occasional flashes of light and me beating them can be seen from an outsider's point of view.

After the fight, only I am standing covered in blood. I had blood oozing out of the bullet hole in my hand and the few grazes I got from the ones I dodged. Seeing all the remaining people lying unconscious has me sighing in relief. I stagger towards the money bag and pick it up. Heavy. Heavy is good. I nod to myself and see the bag filled with drugs.

After forty minutes, I exit a clean room. Clean as in with all the thugs piled on one side, covered in drugs, and on the other side, iron bats stacked beside the table. I had taken all the guns and the money and called the cops here from a goon's phone. I also tried to erase all traces that could lead to me by spraying water (found in the bathroom with a pipe conveniently placed there :D) all over the room and draining all the blood.

Exiting the room, I find myself in a factory, abandoned if going by the condition. It was nighttime and from the looks of far from the city. Taking the car of one of the thugs, I leave for the city.

I stop the car outside the city and look at the sign which lets me know where I am.

"New York. Where it all began." I look at the city where my new life will begin. Turning my attention toward the money bag, I open it to check for any tracker but find a slip of paper on top instead.

'Dear Ethan,

It seems you are lucky as you have gotten an additional bonus. I have put the documents you may need to easily blend into your new life in this bag. A house too as a gift. Now what you do with your life is up to you, all I hope is that you live well.

Goodbye

Your friend

God.'

I look at the documents which had the name, Ethan Sinclair on them. Orphaned at 8, and then lived with his uncle who too died last Winter in the year 2000 leaving him alone with a house and a small office space in New York City. Looking at them, I sigh in relief as a lot of work had been taken off my shoulders.

I resume driving but this with a destination in mind.

*********************

In a room sat a bald man with an eyepatch on his left eye, listening to his agents describing what should be a brutal beatdown of a few drug traffickers, one of who was an important lead to their case.

His men had just started questioning the man but the goon scared from the previous fight did not hold back and told them everything they needed to know, making his agents' work easy. His men had tried to ask about the person who beat them but not a single one of the thugs told a damn thing. Too scared and had some had to be taken to hospital too.

"Anything we can recover from the site?" I asked. I had to know who the person was. He would be a good addition to the team. The agent just shook his head, " No sir. All the evidence we could get has already been ruined by the water. There are not even cameras around but we are trying to track down the car missing." I nod. Good, at least there was something to find him.

"Ok. Confirm the information we have and then send them to the local authorities. They will take it from there." I order and then cut off the call.

Sitting on the chair, I chose my eye and think about how much training a person would need to survive that group of people. At least military level so is the person from a military background? If so, where was it? South Africa?

Well, it doesn't matter. We will find him.