Chapter 14 choas night
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"Now… that's what I want."
A voice—ragged, yet eerily calm—cut through the chaos.
The speaker, a curled-haired guy with black eyes and pale skin, faint dark circles glowing deeper under the moonlight, rose to his feet. In one swift motion, he rushed toward Kabir—long strides eating the distance—then leapt high.
Mid-air, his body straightened like a released arrow.
THUD—CRACK!
His foot slammed straight into Kabir's face—right across his bright brown, scar-marked nose—snapping it sideways.
Kabir's head jerked violently. His body jolted, balance slipping—but he didn't fall.
Not yet.
He stood, barely, surrounded by the crowd gripping him—hands pulling, shoving, grabbing his white, yellow-stained shirt. Buttons had already snapped off, leaving his chest exposed—dense hair glistening faintly under the cold moonlight.
As he tried to regain balance—
A hand yanked his white hair from behind, forcing his head back.
"Smash this bastard, Salkz! He thinks he's something big!"
Blood trickled from Kabir's nose.
His eyes rolled slightly.
"How was that?" Salkz smirked, stepping back, then surged forward again—
WHACK!
An elbow smashed into Kabir's jaw.
More blood.
More pain.
More silence inside him.
Kabir teetered—on the edge of consciousness.
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Then—
Something shifted.
The chaos around him dulled.
His breath—once heavy—began to slow… steady… deepen.
The warm blood running across his face felt… strangely cool in the night breeze.
The salt on his lips—
Made him feel… lighter.
Looser.
Free.
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"Hey, Salkz… let me get some too."
A shorter guy in a black shirt stepped forward, pushing Salkz aside. His jaw was clenched tight—eyes burning with something personal.
"Now it's payback, fucker."
His fist tightened.
Then—
THUMP!
A brutal punch drove straight into Kabir's gut.
Kabir gasped sharply—his whole body convulsing from the impact.
Another punch—
THUD!
A strike to the cheek—
CRACK!
An elbow to the jaw—
And again—
And again—
Fists raining without rhythm, without mercy.
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Laryoal watched closely from below—barefoot, unmoving. His eyes weren't shocked… they were curious.
Sana struggled nearby, shouting, trying to grab the referee's attention—who himself was wrestling with players on the ground.
Arifoam scanned everything, calculating—searching for a path to the roof through the chaos.
Everyone moved.
Some to stop it.
Some to join it.
But all of it—
Was chaos.
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The short-haired guy began laughing.
Louder.
Crazier.
As his fists kept flying—wild now, aimless, driven by something deeper than anger.
Kabir didn't react.
Didn't resist.
Didn't even seem to feel.
He swayed—like a body without weight—absorbing every hit.
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Then—
A slow breath.
Deep.
Heavy.
And he stopped struggling completely.
The people holding him loosened their grip, thinking—
He's out.
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"What now?" the short-haired guy sneered. "See how it feels? That's what it felt for me last time."
He stepped back, bending low—putting all his weight into one final punch.
"Come on, Kafiz, that's enough—let others avenge too," Salkz said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Kafiz didn't move.
"No… it's not over yet."
He drew back his fist.
Closed one eye slightly.
And launched forward—
WHOOSH—
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Silence.
Total.
Absolute.
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His fist never landed.
Instead—
His body froze mid-motion.
A sudden force tightened around his neck.
His senses went dark.
His body trembled violently—like a seizure ripping through him.
He tried to open his eyes—
But couldn't.
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Kabir stood free.
No hands holding him anymore.
Alone.
Still.
His eyes half-closed under the blood dripping into them.
The wind brushed past him.
Soft.
Cold.
Almost… melodic.
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Behind him—
Kafiz collapsed to the ground.
Shaking.
Unconscious.
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For a moment—
No one understood.
They were still stuck in the past second.
Then—
Reality hit.
Eyes widened.
Breaths caught.
"—What just happened…?"
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Some rushed forward.
"You fucker!"
Kabir didn't move.
Blood dripped from his chin… down his fingers… mixing with sweat.
His torn shirt fluttered behind him.
Revealing a lean, light-brown body—oiled with blood and sweat—sharp, controlled… dangerous.
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Salkz stepped forward again.
Anger burning stronger now.
He swung—
WHOOSH—
But—
Kabir caught his fist mid-air.
Effortless.
Hair swaying slightly.
Kabir slowly lifted his head.
Eyes fully open now.
Locked onto Salkz.
"Is this what you wanted… Salkz?"
Then—
BOOM!
A single punch.
Clean.
Explosive.
It smashed straight into Salkz's cheek—
Dropping him to his knees instantly.
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Salkz coughed blood… wiped his mouth… and still—
Tried to smirk.
Even now.
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At that moment—
Arifoam finally found his path.
He climbed, jumped—
And landed on the roof.
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Sana was still shouting below, dragging the long-bearded referee toward the scene.
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Laryoal stood still.
Watching.
Barefoot.
Unblinking.
His face said it clearly—
Something had changed.
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Then suddenly—
THUD!
A heavy force slammed into Laryoal's shoulder.
He staggered—just slightly—before steadying himself.
A man rushed past him.
Fast.
Relentless.
Anyone in his path—
Was shoved aside.
Thrown.
Crushed out of the way.
Four others followed him.
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They didn't slow.
Didn't hesitate.
In perfect motion, they stepped onto same chairs as before—
And leapt.
Straight to the roof.
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Two landed behind Salkz.
Two behind Kabir.
Before anyone could react—
They twisted both their arms—
Forcing them down to their knees.
Everyone around them them stepped back all on once giving a large space in between the kabir and salkz
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The fifth man stood between them.
He wa the same one who struck laryoal before.
He was standing still.
Looking down on salkz.
Silent.
Dominant.
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Salkz struggled—
Then stopped.
The moment he saw the man's face—
His body froze.
His eyes dropped instantly.
Submission.
Without a word.
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Kabir didn't resist.
Didn't fight.
He simply followed the force calmly.
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Arifoam pushed through the crowd—
"Give way."
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Laryoal kept watching.
That same look still on his face—
Not shock.
Not fear.
But fascination.
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Sana finally dragged the referee close.
Grinding his teeth, sensing the shift.
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Around them—
The chaos died.
Fights stopped.
Voices faded.
People stepped back.
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Everyone—
On the ground.
On the roof.
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The moment they saw that figure—
They knew.
Instinctively.
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They should stay still.
"What are you doing,salkz"as the guy in between spoke with harsh and capatative voice thundered.
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The end
To be continued..