VECTOR IN DC

 

 

“No…!!!!” Fang yelled, launching himself into the air with a desperate urgency. His eyes were fixed on the rippled spot where she had fallen, ignoring Tom who stood menacingly in his path.

 

“And where do you think you’re going?” Tom sneered, grabbing Fang’s leg mid-flight with a vice-like grip. With a swift, brutal motion, he hurled Fang back into the parking lot. Fang’s body collided with their car, the impact crumpling the hood like paper.

 

 

Groaning, Fang pushed himself up from the wreckage. Pain radiated through his body, but it was nothing compared to the agony in his heart. He had lost her. The only person he gave a damn about. And now, all he could focus on was making Tom pay for the searing torment he felt.

 

Tom approached slowly, confidence radiating from his every step. “What’s the matter? Not so high and mighty now, are we?”

 

Fang’s eyes blazed with fury. “You took her from me, kid. You’ll regret that.”

 

Tom laughed, a cold, mocking sound. “You’re quite delusional, she was never yours to begin with. Yes, you might have been her main man but trust me when I say she was probably banging a couple other dudes behind your back, your boss included.”

 

“Shut up!” Immediately, the silver ornaments he had on him morphed into different variety of pointy shapes, willing to risk attack Tom whose powers are a mystery.

 

 

Tom pulled them all towards himself and sent them so far off the cliff and onto the sea that there was no way Fang’s reach could cover that range.

 

“I killed your lover and would soon send you right with her, why don’t you just tell me what I want to know in return of my kind gesture to reunite both of you.” Tom said with a straight face, clearly aware that he wouldn’t be getting the answers he wanted from Fang that way.

 

With a roar, Fang lunged at Tom, fists swinging wildly. Tom parried the blows with ease, his own counterattacks precise and punishing. Each hit drove Fang further into a rage, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.

 

“This is become embarrassing to watch.” Tom taunted using his powers to make Fang seem helpless loses his balance, finding difficulty at planting his feet while trying to engage him in physical combat.

 

 

“Enough of your nonsense.” Fang announced with an angry tone, hitting the damaged car as it dismantled into bits and it’s metal parts swarm into the air. He’s rage and deprivation of silver had him controlling other metals rather than one type of metal, kind of like an ice user who could not control water due to the difference in molecular structure when they are basically the same element.

 

 

The metals rose up in the air and Fang was in complete battle mode, ready to go all out against Tom when he suddenly lost cognitive control of his limbs. He was frozen in the spot by Tom who used his telekinetic grip to restrict he’s movement, unable to move the slightest muscle apart form his eyeballs.

 

Unsure if Fang could control his powers with just thoughts alone, Tom decided to wrap it up in a more cautious manner as he dashed into his personal space.

 

“I think its time you take a little nap.” He griped unto Fang’s neck, choking him as he used his powers to temporarily cut off the oxygen supply to the brain. Fang’s vision became blurry and he began to feel light headed and dizzy until he dropped to the ground.

 

“Maybe you’d be more compliant after your nap. Nighty night.” Tom mockingly waved him off as he slowly lost consciousness, getting a blurry image of legs belonging to two other persons before passing out.

 

“You didn’t let him put up much of a fight before  ending it.” Jason remarked, wondering why Tom didn’t toy with Fang a bit before subduing him, he knew Tom derived fun from messing around with people while they are going all out against him in a fight.

 

“He might end his own life the moment it dawns on him mid battle  that he is unable to beat me. He lost his lover and probably have nothing left to live for, so he’d consider death over being taken captive alive by the enemy.” Tom replied. “Now bag him up, we’re done here.” He added, walking towards the car they arrived there with, while Leo and Jase put Fang’s unconscious body inside a body bag before putting him in the trunk.

 

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As Fang slowly regained consciousness, he’s vision was so distorted and blurry that he couldn’t make sense of what was happening around him or where he currently was. “Wake up sunshine.” A heard a muffled voice in the background, right before a bucket of water was splashed on him.

 

Being jolted wide awake,  he turned to look around and found himself in an empty space, tied up against a solid wooden post. It was so thick that even with his arms tied around it from behind, they couldn’t make contact.

 

‘This bastard kidnapped me, and why does my mouth hurt?’ Fang thought to himself, sorting his thoughts to better understand his situation. He rolled his tongue around his mouth and noticed he was missing a molar tooth from each side.

 

‘I can’t believe he removed my silver implants.’ He thought to himself as he let out a sigh before looking right at Tom, unable to sense any metal around.

 

The anger Tom saw in his eyes the previous night was almost dissipated, which was a bit disappointing to him. “Here’s a quick recap in case you’re still trying to piece together last night.” Tom wanted to stair up emotions in him because his current demeanor was like that of a defeated soldier who had lost his will to live and accepting what comes after.

 

“I killed your girlfriend, kidnapped you...And now you’re going to tell me exactly where I can find your leader Jamie, a snake wouldn’t die until you cut off its head after all.” Immediately he finished speaking, he punched Fang so hard in his gut that he coughed out blood some blood, it dripped down his mouth and unto his shirt.

 

“Now that we are all caught up, I’m just going to use you as my personal punching bag for the next couple hours. As you’ve just experienced, I throw some pretty nasty blows, although I’m holding back they still do enough damage.” Tom rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, before proceeding to turning Fang into a literal punching bag.

 

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After a couple of hours went by, it was now few minutes past midnight and Fang was alone in the empty space, still tied up to the post with a terribly bruised body. Tom did not cause the slightest harm to his face but focused on his torso area, breaking a couple of ribs and causing internal bleeding in the process.

 

That night as he tried to get a bit of rest after the long say of being beaten to a  pulp, he heard a sound from the rear corner. “Back for more?” He muttered, coughing out some blood as he tried to speak.

 

“Shhhh!!!” He heard someone try to hush him when two men walked right in front of him. “Do not make a sound.” One of the men instructed while the other untied him from the post.

 

His legs and body were so tired that he almost dropped to the floor the moment he was untied, but luckily for him one caught him on his shoulder. The other unknown man led the way as they slowly dragged him through the massive but empty storage house.

 

“Hold on a second.”  He managed to pull himself from the man and almost fell to the ground but was caught himself before he dropped on his knees, and with his dreadlock hovering over his face. “Why are you helping me?” He struggled to ask, experiencing severe pain whenever he spoke.

 

“We are just doing what we are being  paid for, this isn’t out of the goodness of our heart.” The one leading the way replied before demonstrating the hush gesture in reminder for them to keep it low.

 

“Who sent you?” Fang made another sudden stop as he questioned one more time,  still very sceptical about the whole situation. “I can’t remember, the dude paid in cash and that’s all that matters. Some of us would do anything just to get some dough, let’s keep going, he won’t give us our complete pay until we finish the job.”

 

Fang was still sceptical about it but this was a golden chance to make he’s escape and get back at Tom for what he did to both him and Charlotte.

 

“Wait, I might be remembering this wrong but I think his name was James or something .”

 

“Oh, I think it was Jamie or Jeremy.  Something like that.” The other man seemed to vaguely remember what it sounded like but upon hearing Jamie’s name, Fang felt a bit at ease and cooperated some more as the men assisted him with getting into a van.

 

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