Sin was still standing about a meter and half away from the two colour gang leaders. At first they believed that they were simply sweating due to nerves. Now, though, they could tell that their bodies were actually feeling hot due to the immense heat radiating off from Sin.
‘How can someone produce so much heat? If I look at his feet it looks like the ground is being seared a little… is that smoke?’ Riv noticed. ‘It must be his Altered powers, but he’s not even in his Altered form yet. Is such a thing even possible?’
The knowledge about Altered was limited to what the public had seen broadcasted on TV through competitions, celebrities and so on. However, those at the very top were wise enough to keep the best DNA of the most powerful ancient beast to themselves.
Of course, their forms would remain a secret to the general public. If anything one might be privy to some tales of their great feats, but even that would require a certain amount of influence.
Sin reached into his large overcoat that looked to be three sizes too big for him, causing the two colour gang leaders to flinch but they could see that he had merely brought out a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth, and Riv instantly reached into his pocket.
It was a custom between gang members to always have a lighter on them, purely to light it for members in a higher position. So far Riv had wanted to suck to Brandon, yet right now might be the only opportunity for him to get in the good graces of a dragon, compared to a large fish.
As he stepped forward and reached out though, Sin placed his palm open, indicating for him to stop. The next second as if watching a magic trick the cigarette lit on its own. The King took one large puff before proceeding to speak.
“Now, I’m wondering why you still haven’t gotten what I asked you to get. Was the reward not enticing enough?” Sin asked, and looked towards the two nervous colour gang leaders.
“Do you really have to use these scraps to fight your battles for you? Why don’t you just fight them yourself? Don’t tell me I was wrong in asking the Grey Elephants to take up this job, because I hate being wrong!”
“No, of course you were right!” Brandon replied, a little flustered. Seeing Brandon nervous was also making the other two leaders by his side nervous as well. “We will get it soon and will deliver it ASAP. It was just that we didn’t expect the Underdogs to get involved so soon.”
“I fail to see where the issue it. The Underdogs should be nothing more than a Tier-3 gang like yours? When I made a request I didn’t expect it to take this long. Do I really need to explain to a gang leader that time is money? It wasn’t exactly easy to appear here without the others noticing, so you better get what I need!” Sin said, walking forward, past the colour gang leaders. He looked down at the still kneeling Brandon, then towards Raven, lastly at the third leader by his side.
“Are you saying the Underdogs are stronger than you?” Sin asked.
“Yeah right?” The third leader chuckled. “If it wasn’t for Kirk, we would have just taken them over already. Do you expect most of us to die just because of your request? Then you might as well be the one to -“
Before he could finish his sentence, Sin grabbed him by the mouth, clenching it so hard he could no longer move it. Immediately the leader grabbed on to Sin’s arm, trying to claw it off but it wasn’t working.
“ ‘Then I might as well be the one to kill you?’ Fine, I shall grant your wish, but I assure you it will be far more painful than any death those Underdogs would have given you!” Sin spoke, his eyes burning with passion.
Muffled screams could be heard from the Grey Elephant leader. His legs kicked out, yet eventually the skin on his face appeared to be melting. Boils were appearing on his skin, large blisters popping by the second and gushing out blood.
All the Grey Elephant members had seen death before and this held true for most of the colour gang members as well, but none had seen anything as gruesome as the scene in front of them. The worst part of it all was that even now, with the leader’s skin having practically melted, he remained alive, and boils were still appearing on his body all over, literal steam coming from his head.
It looked as if the man had been placed in some type of microwave, and eventually the struggling came to an end. The King just dropped him onto the floor, before pulling out a handkerchief and wiping his hand with it, then throwing it onto the dead body.
“Now, does someone mind telling me who this Kirk fellow is?” Sin asked.
The others looked at the body on the ground. They couldn’t even imagine the type of pain he must have suffered with this kind of death. The worst part of it all, was the fact that a loyal and important member of their gang had just been killed in front of them, and they could do nothing about it.
It made them feel small and insignificant in comparison to the King.
“He was talking about the Underdog’s Altered.” Brandon answered while watching at the lifeless corpse. “They somehow scrounged enough money to have one of their men receive the Altered treatment. He’s also very proficient and won one of those Rookie tournaments not too long ago.
“He’s the only real troublesome one of the group. It’s not that we aren’t confident we can’t beat him, but it would cost us too many lives.
“I apologise, but I have to agree with what Yovan said, I don’t wish to risk my whole gang for this whole mission. Not when we stand no chance of winning against them.”
The other members were now worried for Brandon. After reacting to what the other said they thought Sin would take him out next, but at the same time they respected him for at least saying this much.
The cigarette in Sin’s mouth was nearly finished, and he spat it out on the floor stomping on it. Reaching into his coat pocket once more. They thought that perhaps he would be pulling out another one, but instead the King pulled out a small box.
Opening its lid, he took out a large syringe that was filled with a dark colour liquid inside. Strangely there appeared that the liquid was moving about, as if it was alive. Just looking at it, it felt like it was out of this world.
“That’s it? Your only problem is that you lack an Altered? Well, I guess today’s your lucky day then. With this you will be able to match them. Now which one of you always wanted to be an Altered?” Sin asked with a sinister smile.