I’m Someone Else

He had beaten up a lot of people, but not many would try to get back at him, so he wondered who was the one behind this.

One of the men looked at his leader. “So, can we do this now, Boss?”

“Bah, what’s the hurry? The young master hasn’t given his orders yet.” The leader looked at his lackey. He knew his employer was hooking up with his new girl, and they’d have to wait until he was done before they could do anything.

Since the fight was not starting just yet, Thomas looked at them in silence. He was still weak from the injuries he had received earlier, so he wanted to rest up for a bit.

Meanwhile, a man and a woman were lying in a messy bed in an expensive condo, which was located somewhere in the city center. The man picked up the remote control on the nightstand and turned on the TV. The screen showed Thomas facing off against a group of armed burly men. “It’s your birthday, and I have a present for you, babe.” He knew full well what Felice wanted. He figured she would stay loyal to him if he showed her this footage.

“Thomas? Oh, honey, I want him dead. Turn him into mincemeat! No, torture him before he dies!” Felice’s eyes shone when she saw what was happening on the screen. She hated Thomas’ guts, and if possible, she would like to kill him herself. Walt might just be using her as a fling, but they did date for eight years, and because of Thomas, he was amputated. All the wealth and power she gained through hard work disappeared. If it weren’t for the fact she was open enough to sleep around, she would never have hooked up with this guy, and she would be forced to live the life of a peasant.

“If you say so, babe.” The man smirked and ordered his men, “Do it.” He then hugged Felice.

onward, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy. If you know what

The man laughed.

now you’re going to die. Serves you right. Though, I have to say this man here is a sc*mbag, too. Walt used to work for

were glued to the screen. The thought of seeing Thomas getting killed filled her with some sort of

they were

shut it,” the leader roared.

master, but we only take orders from his father; he can’t really tell us to do anything. Why do we even listen

If we disobey him, don’t you know what’ll happen once the

sighing. Their leader had a

mastermind wants a live show? Very well. Let’s see how you like it when

finally got serious. “Alright, we have

been waiting for this for a

You think you’re an excellent fighter, eh? Let’s see how you fend off a group of armed men all