Food and Gangsters

Logging out, Dante removed his Vr headsets as he slowly moved his stiff body when he suddenly heard an intense grumble emanated from his stomach area.

"Yeah, yeah bro, I know we are hungry," Dante said as he walked over to the fridge where he saw a sight that could make any broke college student smile. A fridge completely empty with only a fly flying around in it.

Quietly smiling with tears in his eyes, he slowly made his way out of the 1 bedroom apartment and into the street. Thinking back, he remembered that the there was a convenience store a couple streets away that was relatively inexpensive for the neighbourhood he was in.

Walking past the streets Dante realized it was it was going to take forever walking on the main streets to reach the store when he suddenly remembered about the alleyway running directly to the block of the city where the convenience store was located, walking towards it he got a little shiver from how shady it looked but ignored it.

"How can I, am a man who caused the world's destruction, be afraid of the dark? ," Dante said as he walked into this dark and wet alley way.

After walking for a while in the alleyway, he saw a group of grown men, with thick puffer jackets, sagging pants and incredible, stupid looking ski masks that barely kept them from getting recognized.

"Ay blud, do you know who's block dis be!" the man said, clutching the supposed gun or knife of his Dante thought, counting of many they were and his chances of surviving this.

"Ay man thinks he big man now not to answer on who's timing he on, tell him what we do to yutes thinking they tuff! ," The man said to his entourage.

"We wet them! /Show him how much of a thot our glocks are! ," the entire group screamn't

"Ah shit, here we go AGAIN! " Dante said, as he didn't even hesitate. He knew what was coming next. They were going to jump him, take his wallet, and leave him for dead. But he wasn't about to let that happen. He shifted his stance, getting ready for the fight.

The first guy swung at him, a clumsy punch aimed at his face. Dante ducked under it, and then landed a hard jab at the guy's gut. He doubled over, gasping for breath, and Dante moved on to the next one.

They came at him one by one, trying to overpower him with sheer numbers. But Dante was too quick, too skilled. He used aikido techniques to deflect their attacks, then countered with kicks and punches that left them reeling.

One of the guys pulled out a knife, but Dante disarmed him with a swift move that left the guy disoriented. Another one tried to grab him from behind, but Dante flipped him over his shoulder and sent him crashing to the ground.

As the fight continued, Dante felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was what he lived for, the thrill of battle. He blocked out the pain from the blows that landed on him, focusing only on his opponents and the moves he would use to take them down.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last of the gangsters lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Dante stood over him, panting heavily, his fists still clenched.

"You guys picked the wrong guy to mess with," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Next time, think twice before you try to rob someone."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the defeated gangsters behind him but no leaving without a lot of scratches and a couple bullet and knife wounds. He knew they wouldn't forget the beating he had given them, and he didn't care. He had won this fight, and that was all that mattered to him.

Walking forward, he finally exited the alley, his body slowly burning up as he lost blood, vision swarming as he slowly felt himself losing consciousness. Focusing himself, he quickly made his way to the store. Entering, he instantly made his way to the medical aisle bought a couple bandages, painkillers and a surgical scissor.

After that, he quickly made his way to the food aisle and quickly filled his cart, making his way to the counter, almost losing his consciousness multiple times.

When he arrived at the counter, the clerk gave him a look of concern,ringing up the items simultaneously.

Looking at her just when she looked about to open her mouth, he said," Don't ask about things you shouldn't know!" Dante growled, as he didn't want his fragile ego to be broken by stating he got beaten up by a

Like that, the clerk rang the items whilst he also remained silent, causing an awkward moment to happen. Once she was done, he quickly paid for the items and starting running with the goods to his house.Leaving a trail of pitch reddish,black blood behind him.

Miraculously, he managed to arrive at his house when he collapsed from exhaustion, quickly getting up after gathering his breath he removed his shirt and started using the surgical scissor to remove the bullets lodged in him. After that he applied the bandages when he passed out on the floor, him no longer able to maintain consciousness, it being a miracle he's still alive.

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(Author Thought)

So what do you think about the way Dante handled that fight? Tell me in the comments, if you were Dante, how you would've handled it.