In the South City Northwest District Gym
The sound of treadmills running and people groaning under the weight of hundreds of pounds filled the expansive air-conditioned gym. It was one of the more premier gyms in the district, though some people complained about a fight that took place some time ago and how the owner didn't stop it. Later, they found out that the person in the fight was the best fighter there and also the owner's son. Soon after the commotion, everything died down gradually, as gossip does. But today they were going to witness an incident that far exceeded the previous one.
'He should be here anytime now.' I look at the clock striking 7 in the morning. I was able to map out his schedule pretty easily, since no one remembered me from the fight. Everybody was just focused on baldy. 'To be fair, it wasn't really a fight, was it?'
Shaking these thoughts away, I focus on the door as it opens and in comes Silas. He's the same 6-foot-tall, muscular man that beat my ass before. The only thing that's changed from then is me and my strength.
'Hopefully, I get to beat his ass right here right now,' I think to myself as I walk up to Silas. He notices me quite late, since I am still 14 and pretty short in comparison to him.
He opens his mouth, "Hmmm...? Hey pipsqueak, have I see-" He doesn't get to finish his sentence as a strong punch lands directly on his jaw, shutting him up and making him stumble backwards. And that punch was indeed mine.
"You're going to get crippled today," I say in a voice so menacing and dangerous that it surprised even me. I don't get to ponder on it for long, though, as Silas charges at me right away with his arms wide, going for a grab. 'Stupid idiot. I'm much more agile and nimble than you are. And I can see your movements clearly now. They're much slower than before. This guy... is he really the best fighter here?'
I bend down and out of his grab range, plant my hands on the floor, and deliver a kick right to his stomach. 'Rapid strikes. Don't let the enemy get even a breath in,' I remind myself as I follow up with my other foot. I get up and get into a position to strike him with my fists. I underestimated him, however, or probably overestimated my own strength, as he recovered quicker than I thought and threw a punch at me. I dodge narrowly, but the advantage is with him now. I'm on the back foot, and I have to dodge every single one of his strikes. Silas is a professional fighter, however. I dodge a jab and see the telegraphed left hook coming my way, so I move back, only for him to stop his left hand up high and crouch to throw an uppercut straight at my face.
'Shit shit shit!' I lean back as much as I could, but the punch still hit the edge of my chin, making me stumble for a second. I regain my balance and move further back to allow myself some time to breathe.
"Y-You little shit!!! I'm going to kill you right here! I don't care about going to jail. I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!" Silas runs at me again, this time more cautious and clever than before. He constantly feints his punches and rushes in to try an elbow strike, going for more and more complex techniques as the fight goes on. I can land a hit or two, but he's become very cautious, only risking a hit for heavy punches, which I couldn't afford to take.
'If I get hit by one more, the outcome will not be different from the previous brawl.' I weave and dodge around his punches, keeping my feet steady and moving, when I take note of his style. 'Punches and elbows, but no kicks? Definitely exploitable.' My eyes gleam sinisterly as I launch myself towards him and slide on my knees, though the gym floor does me no good, and punch his right knee before he gets the chance to retreat. A guttural scream comes out of his mouth, but I don't pay it any mind. I rapidly attack his stomach with spear hand strikes, targeting his liver more than the other areas, but not sparing any place. After ten strikes, I jump back away from Silas, breathing heavily.
I am completely spent. He is in far worse shape, though. He's wheezing, blood coming out of his mouth, and kneeling down with both his hands on the floor. He doesn't seem to be able to even get up.
"Wh-why? I-I don't ...urgrh...even know you..."Silas spits out in between heavy breaths.
'He doesn't even remember me? That's... that pisses me off so much.' The anger inside me keeps building up... 'What does he mean he doesn't even remember me? How dare he not remember me? After what he did?? HOW DARE HE?!?!' ...And building up. Until it bursts out. My body moves on its own, driven by my fury. Before I even realize, my fingers lock together to form a fist and move straight towards his larynx. He grabs his throat, struggling to breathe. He stares at me with desperation and fear, tears coming out of his eyes. Slowly, after an agonizing minute or so, his rapidly flailing hands fall, and so does his chest. The realization hits me as soon as I see him collapse on the floor.
'I... I WON!!!!'