It seemed like any other night. Ezekiel was fast asleep in his part of the dorm and the night seemed to ooze a sense of calm and tranquility. Even Walter, Zeke's eccentric friend, was fast asleep as the night marched on. Unfortunately, fate had a different thing instore for Zeke. As Zeke slept, flashbacks of his time back at his home began in his mind. At first, there were happy memories of his youth. His days spent playing with Gabriel, growing up together with him as they took on many challenges and each rising up to be an outstanding individual.
Tragically, this rather happy line of thoughts turned extremely dire, as Zeke was forced to relive Evo's dawn once again. He remembered that morning very well. He woke up and saw that everything was in a blur, rushing to find his friend Gabriel, he found him with tears welled up in his eyes and ash in his hand. He remembered what happened, the dawn had unleashed some powers within Gabriel that he had accidentally unleashed on his father. Zeke remembered, he also remembered the wild crowd of people that came in and chased after Gabriel. He remembered how they killed him and left his body for the vultures. "Animals, all of them" Zeke thought.
Suddenly, he was thrust into memories not his own. He could see them, other Evo, being hunted down by petty humans and murdered. Not because they were in the wrong, but because of fear. The people feared them and so they oppressed. This enraged Zeke for some reason and he felt power flow into his arms and he lashed out at the target.
With that, Zeke's dream ended and he sat there, staring into the wall. He felt hate build in him as he sat there staring. There was anger for how they treated Gabriel, anger to the way they treated the Evo in general. He felt the need to bring justice to the people who had so easily turned on who were once their own brethren and killed them out of distrust. Not only that, they had even murdered other humans as well.
Runes appeared over Zeke's body as he felt as if he had just been given a divine mandate to bring those insolent baboons who had oppressed them so to justice. His justice. Standing up, he grabbed the ceremonial knife which the beast he had been defeated by left and left the dorms clad only in his simple bedtime attire, a matching pair of black tee and pants. He made a beeline straight for the redlight district of Fukuoka. Zeke stalked around stealthily to ensure his identity was secure.
Just so happens, as he was sneaking around, he saw what he wanted to see. A group of four men grabbing a young lady and throwing her into a deserted alley. He could barely make out what they looked like save that one of them was bald while the others looked like his goons, they were even decently well built. They began beating at her and seemed about ready to rape her. Zeke, suddenly filled with a bloodlust he has never felt before rushed at them, unbeknown to him that the runes which had glowed earlier now had an even more defined look to them, akin to archaic symbols which was held in great regard as being the symbols that the heavens used.
Exploding from where he was hidden, the first blow he launched lack the grace he usually moved with. He threw a right hook straight at the knee of the first man, a burly fellow who seemed a lot tougher from a far. As the blow connected, Zeke could feel and hear the kneecap shatter under the pressure. Before the man could scream however, Zeke had already followed through with a knee to the face which shattered the mans nose and left him unconscious.
The other three men shook off the surprise and turned to face Zeke. Seeing the opportunity open up, the woman ran for her life. Zeke stood there facing the three standing men and a grin formed on his lip. The bald one said "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know who you are dealing with?!". Zeke nodded and said, "Trash". With an obvious look of utter hatred, the bald man pulled out a knife and his two bodyguards pulled out weapons of their own. They charged Zeke as one, but unfortunately, lacked the finesse for the coordinated maneuver.
The man on the left of the boss, a man with cropped hair, came rushing in first with chain raised overhead. Zeke didn't hesitate, nor did he even know what he was doing. He shattered the mans cheek bone with a horizontal elbow with his right arm and broke his chain wielding right arm by holding it with his left and kneeing it upwards as he brought the arm lower. The man screamed in pain as he felt the pain shoot through him like the flames of hell itself. Not contended just bringing him pain, Zeke threw the man towards his boss. Taking him out for the time being.
Turning towards the last standing bodyguard, Zeke noted that he seemed more battle hardened than the first two so he prepared himself to get into a proper fight. The guard raised a machete and came charging at Zeke. Somehow feeling embarrassed about overestimating the opponent, Zeke rushed in and kneed the man in the ribs, shattering several in the process. He heard and felt the blood gushing from the mans open mouth and the feeling made Zeke much more bloodthirsty. He turned towards the boss who was only just getting back into his feet. "This is not over just yet punk" Zeke said and proceeded to knock the man out with a devastating uppercut.
The four men woke up, all around them was darkness save for a single lightbulb hanging above a chair. One tried to move and he realized that they were all tied to wooden stakes shaped like crosses. They looked as if they were crucified save for the fact their hands were not nailed on. Yet.
Zeke observed as they came to as he had accustomed himself to the low light situation before they had. He was somewhat relived that they were alive. He was unsure if they could have survived the beating he gave them. He walked up to the first one, whose' knee was now in ruins and was forced to hang on a stake. Zeke lovingly stroke good leg with the care one would normally see from a mother stroking her baby. He stroked it several times, with each stroke, the foursome grew more and more anxious, moreso the man who was now being stroked. Suddenly, Zeke pulled out a dagger and thrust it right through the mans kneecap. The man tried to scream but it was to no avail. The very room seemed to sap the sound they made. Zeke slowly used it like a saw and sawed off the man's leg from the knee down. He then brought the severed leg off into the darkness.
"Justice" muttered Ezekiel as he disappeared from sight. The man who had just had his leg ripped apart kept on trying to scream, the agony he was in surpassed the words of man. A leg missing and a kneecap shattered, as well as the nose. He was sure he was going to be the worst target of them all.
Zeke returned, looking slightly bloodier than earlier but otherwise unchanged, he stalked around the room and turned to the man who had attacked him with a chain. He walked up slowly to him and brought his face close to his own. He stared deep into his eyes, projecting hatred into him. Then, Zeke's lips made contact with his for a brief moment right before Zeke's right hand slammed it as hard as he could into the man's crotch. He repeatedly hit the man there until he saw the man pass out from pain. He then pulled out the knife once again but this time he used the blind side, and pounded the mans fingers over and over again until they resembled nothing more than mashed potatoes.
The third man and his boss had been looking in horror as it happened and they knew what was in store for them was probably worse than dying. Taking the initiative to end his own life before he was subject to any torture, the bodyguard tried to bite his tongue but was disrupted when Zeke launched a punch so devastating it shattered the mans teeth. Zeke then grabbed the mans tongue and slowly, slowly, ripped it out. The man screamed but his screaming slowly died out as the blood started blocking his throat and causing him to choke. The man tried to cough the blood out but Zeke stuffed a rag in his mouth and taped it tight.
Zeke then turned to the boss of the whole group, the least hurt and the one in for the most pain, mr baldy. Zeke walked into the darkness and pulled out the Ceremonial dagger before stalking back to the boss. "I despise people like you" Zeke said as he approached. The boss was white with terror as he realized that death wouldn't come quick for him. The first thing Zeke did was gently place the dagger on his left wrist and slowly sawed at it. He made sure that every little action was felt. He grew extremely excited when he saw the blood dripping and he paid no attention to the increasingly loud screaming of the man. Moving in the heat of the excitement, Zeke turned and passionately kissed the man, who was trying as best he can to get away from Zeke. He wanted to tear away but he had been tied securely.
As Zeke kept the kissed locked in, he used the dagger to stab the man in the side. Non lethal, but a spot filled with pain receptors. He wanted to enjoy the few precious moments he had left. As the blood made contact with his hand, he felt something different than bloodthirst, something more akin to hunger, and it was uncontrollable. He could not refrain himself from what happened next. His hand pulled out the knife and he sliced the man's arm off at the shoulder. He heard the man scream but it seemed so far away as he then used his jaws to rip apart the man's neck, going for the jugular right away. Ripping and tearing at veins and arteries alike, Zeke could feel the feeble struggle of the man as wanted to fight Zeke off but it ended soon after.
He turned to the others and he could see that the two that were conscious were staring at him in horror. He didn't want to disappoint their darkest fears. The man who had the rag stuffed in his mouth seemed about ready to go so Zeke kindly pulled the rag out and kicked him in the chest to force him to spit out the blood. Then, Zeke stabbed him with his left hand, all five fingers pointed and where the heart should be. He didn't realize as he did so the runes on the left side of his body glowed brightly and when the hand made contact, it easily tore apart skin and flesh and shattered the ribcage protecting his heart. Zeke felt as if he was in a dream as he could feel the mans heart. He grabbed it and crushed it with all his might, and the man was no more. Withdrawing the hand from the man's chest, it still tightly held the heart. He stared intently at the heart for a moment, and then stuffed it into the man who lost his leg.
Zeke started laughing, he had never felt so happy before. He had brought justice to these people and it felt good. He wanted to do it again and again and again. He grabbed some cloth and bandaged the man's severed knee. The man looked in horror as Zeke did so, which ticked Zeke off. Zeke rammed a finger into each eye and pulled out the eyeballs and left it there for the rats to eat. Zeke then walked off, leaving the corpses and the two still living people in an abandoned building in the outskirts of town.
As he left, he roared into the wind, "I have just begun!"
