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Teen Wolf: The Singer

Mathew. Someone who was the entire world knows, is blessed by god. Every single instrument he had picked up since the age of 5, he had mastered with relative ease. It took him a year with the piano, to reach levels current musicians took decades to reach, and he was only a good. Only his talent was not a blessing but was a curse. Being taken advantage of since the age of 7, he was destined to live a life of sorrow. When he was 14, he was taken away from the public eye since he had finally broken down. His progress in instrument stopped. He started playing worse, getting sick more often, and the only reason he stayed alive was for Archer. However one day when he was 16, 2 years after being taken away from the publics eye, even Archer wasn't enough for him to stay alive. But when he opened his eyes one day, he was different. Mathew had changed, and now, he would travel to a certain part in the world, to find out why God had placed this curse on him. I do not own the cover or any characters that are not original in this work.

Fat_Cultivator · ภาพยนตร์
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Chapter 25: First Fight

Chapter 25: First Fight

Authors note:

Alright boys I have a waitlist. I do not want to actually start it without extra chapters, so I will officially release the page after I have extra content.

I am also going to start a Naruto Fic soon. I will probably release that frequently at first, and then eventually settle at 3-4 times a week as well. It will be around 1.2k-1.5k words.

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(POV Mathew)

As I turned on my Silent Zone, I crept up onto the cyclops slowly but surely. Did it take a long time, not really. Did it realize I was there? Definitely not.

I quickly realized the creature in front of me was an idiot, since it seemed like even after it had lost its senses, it didn't really care and just casually turned its heads around.

The cyclops' hulking body was covered in matted, coarse fur, its muscles rippling with raw power. Each of its three heads was perched atop a long, sinewy neck, swaying with an eerie grace.

"GRRRRRR." The heads were grunting at each other as they had tried to look around, but they seemed to be in disagreement with each other.

I made sure to specifically use my silent zone to not allow sounds to travel to them, but they could make sounds, basically cutting them off from the real world.

When I reached the back of the 3 headed monster, about 10 meters away from it, I raised my hands and concentrated a little.

As I stood before the menacing monster, a surge of energy coursed through my body. My senses heightened, attuned to the symphony of sound echoing throughout the surroundings. Every rustle of leaves, every distant whisper, they all became a part of me.

With a focused mind, I extended my palms, reaching out to the vast auditory landscape that enveloped me. The sounds converged within, merging into a formidable force, ready to be unleashed. The air crackled with anticipation as I took a deep breath, preparing to release the sonic torrent.

As I exhaled, a torrent of sound erupted from my being, a mighty roar forged from the amalgamation of countless vibrations. The wave surged forward, like an invisible tidal wave crashing against the shore. It carried the intensity of a thousand voices, a symphony of power aimed directly at the monstrous foe before me.

The monster stood its ground, but as the soundwave collided with its massive form, the impact was undeniable. The ground trembled beneath us, and the force of the sonic onslaught sent shockwaves through the air, pushing everything back in its wake. A mighty gust followed, gusting with the ferocity of a hurricane, as the monster was blown back tens of meters, crashing against the unforgiving earth.

The cacophony subsided, leaving behind a momentary stillness. The monster struggled to rise, disoriented by the tremendous force it had just endured. The power of sound, harnessed and unleashed, had proven itself a formidable weapon against the darkest of adversaries.

As I gazed upon the aftermath of my sonic assault, I couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and humility. The power that surged within me, drawing upon the symphony of existence itself, was both exhilarating and humbling. In that moment, I realized the magnitude of the abilities I possessed and the responsibility that came with wielding such force.

As the three-headed Cyclops regained its footing, its eyes filled with fiery wrath, I could sense the burning intensity of its anger. But I couldn't resist a mischievous smirk as I prepared to toy with the monstrous foe.

"Is that the best you've got?" I called out, taunting the Cyclops. "Come on, show me what you're made of!"

With a wicked grin, I channeled the surrounding sounds, allowing them to envelop me. The melodies of taunting laughter echoed through the air, fueling my audacious display. The Cyclops roared in response, the ground trembling beneath its colossal weight, but I remained undeterred.

As the beast charged towards me, its massive form shaking the earth with each thunderous step, I darted and weaved, teasing it with my nimble movements. "You're as slow as your wit!" I jeered, knowing full well that its rage would only spur its clumsiness.

With a flick of my wrist, I unleashed a barrage of sound from all directions, assaulting the Cyclops with a symphony of sonic fury. The vibrations reverberated through its monstrous frame, causing it to stumble and falter in its advance. "Having trouble keeping up?" I taunted, my voice laced with smug satisfaction.

The Cyclops bellowed in frustration, its three heads turning frantically, trying to locate the source of its torment. But I remained elusive, utilizing the power of sound to move effortlessly and silently. "You can't catch what you can't see!" I mocked, relishing in the monster's growing confusion.

As the cacophony intensified, the Cyclops' movements grew more erratic. Its bone-crushing steps became uncoordinated, and its blows swung wildly, missing their mark. "Is that the best you've got?" I taunted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're just a bumbling behemoth!"

With a final surge of sonic force, I directed a concentrated blast towards the Cyclops' vulnerable points, shattering bones and crippling its monstrous form. The beast let out a pained howl, its mighty presence reduced to a pitiful whimper.

As the Cyclops crumbled to the ground, defeated and at my mercy, I approached its fallen form with a mixture of amusement and superiority.

"Overgrown ape." I couldn't help but spit as I saw the 10 meter tall cyclops on the group unconscious.

Right as I was thinking about how I had to deal with this monster's body, I watched as the Earth pulled it slowly back into the ground.

'The fuck just happened?' I couldn't help but think.

Right as I thought that, my senses picked up 3 people about a kilometer away on my right. Focusing on their voices, I realized who it was.

Scott, Derek and Aiden were driving in my general direction.

I quickly got back into my car, and drove off, and as I did, I properly took in the complete destruction of the location.

The trees on the side of the road were mostly broken.

The roads had cracks all around it.

I definitely destroyed some lamp posts as well.

'A future me problem.' I couldn't help but think as I drove off.

I drove back home after the fight, I didn't have boxing today.

Now that I thought about it…maybe I should incorporate boxing into my fighting style. I mean sure just slapping my enemies to death seemed cool and all, but maybe I could punch at the speed of sound?

Still, even though I didn't have training, it didn't mean I couldn't train alone.

'I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.'

After getting a routine in for a while, after about an hour I had decided to take a break.

What should I do? I didn't really know.

It was not something like I had nothing to do.

More of there was so much to do I didn't know what to do.

In times like this, I usually wrote down all of my problems and solved them in order of what I wanted to do the least.

There was the god problem.

The Lydia problem.

The training problem.

Me getting attacked by that monster.

My music career.

My friendships.

Which side of my family are demi-gods and which side are Cherubims?

I barely had any information, other than the plot of the Teen Wolf world. Looking at my list, I decided to do what I had hated the most.

The god problem. It was easier to take care of, and it might even take care of my friends' problems.

I didn't really have a lot of friends here. Sure I had people from the Manga club but that was about it. It was time I actively began living my life.

God's problem wasn't too hard to deal with in theory.

I needed to destroy the Doctors. If I got Scott involved it would definitely be easier. It seemed like for now the doctors had arrived much earlier than cannon for some reason.

There was supposed to be deadpool before the doctors came, an entire season of the show, they had just gotten dragged forward which didn't make sense.

However it seems like they had just gotten here, since Tracy seemed normal. However I didn't know this for sure, so I had to talk to her more and hang out with her. The closer I got to her, the more I could know about when they had arrived.

I knew the doctors main base of operations was supposed to be in a water plant underneath the hospital so finding them wasn't the problem. However, before that, I want to know some very crucial details.

How much have they affected the plot so far?

How will taking care of them way before needed affect the world.

And the main problem of if I was strong enough.

Thinking all this through, I texted kira.

[Me: Yo, you got Stacy Stewarts number?]