The Hollow and The Saint

In a world filled with agony and despair, Logan, a master assassin embark on a journey to change reality in order to create the perfect society for his beloved Elizabeth Rose, where they can live together. Struggling against his bleak destiny and haunted by the demons ravaging this world enslaving people hopes and minds, all while fighting with a rage that might strip him of his humanity, will he be able to succeed in creating this perfect world?



5. Fated Encounter

    They say that when your life is on the line, every person reveals his true nature. I believe that was true for me.

    I quickly took my defensive, evading stance, which was hands at face level, one leg forward and the other behind. ‘Move swift as the Wind and as closely formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain’ the art of war.  In contrast, he was completely relaxed, his form was weak and sloppy, and he left a lot of openings. Maybe this was because he was sure of his victory. ‘When the enemy is relaxed, make them toil’ the art of war.

     This is my chance!

    He came at me with his right hand, but I quickly stepped backwards. I successfully dodged his first attack, and quickly used my right foot to stagger his left knee. He didn’t budge. He then came at me with his left, I dodged downwards this time, successfully landing 2 kicks on the same knee. This time, he lost balance, falling down on his left arm.

     This is my opening!

    I made a fist with my right hand and then with all my might, turned my hips 30 degrees to the right and my right foot moved forward, so I landed my first punch on his face. I can sense his nose cracking under my hand. The crowd went quiet for a second. I thought I had him, but suddenly I heard a ‘boom’ breaking the silence. Immediately, I felt a terrible pain in my stomach. I couldn’t stand on my feet anymore. I was so thrilled after landing that punch that my reaction slowed. There I was, defenseless, open to his attacks. He managed punched me right in the guts. I was so much in pain, I felt like throwing up.

    “Oh kid, now you've done it! I am going to break every bone in your body!” He said after standing up with a threatening tone.

    He began to kick me over and over while I was on the floor. Then he grabbed me by my arms and threw me aside at the wall. The crowd began cheering again.

    “1! 2! 3!” the referee counted.

   The contestant was considered victorious if the opponent yields or hits the floor and stay down for 5 sec or… dies. I tried to get up. However, I was out of ideas, my conscience began to fade, and my vision got fuzzy. I knew that if I got one more punch, I will be done for sure. 

    “When you are being overwhelmed by your opponent, don’t attack head on mindlessly. Look for the point that causes the most damage and concentrates on it. The fight isn’t about who is stronger, it is always about who knows how to take advantage of every situation,” I remembered more wise words from 'The Doctor'.

     I must look closely…There! This is my chance! No. This is my only and last chance.

   Although I took most of the damage, I noticed that he was out of breath. Having a big body takes a lot of stamina to move, and his nose injury really made it hard for him to breathe. So I took a gamble. I had to make a surprise attack before he regains his strength, so I charged with full speed. He quickly used his left arm to counter my advance, and I could see that he planned on hitting me with his right. As I came closer to him, I quickly dodged his left downwards. He reacted to my move with his right hand, trying to punch me in the face. As his hand was about to reach the left side of my face, I quickly used the open palm technique to attack his chest. With my current body pressed down and having him right above me was the ideal position to use this technique at full power. This technique unleashes the power out of your palms in a form of energy that can go through obstacles! My goal was to damage his lungs while trying to minimalize the damage to myself. [BAM] I fell down, so he did too.

    If both fighters were still unconscious after the five second countdown, the match will be concluded in a draw, forcing a rematch.

   The referee came to my side and started talking to me, but I couldn’t make out a word he said because my head was all fuzzy. Then he went by his side. He too didn’t budge. For one second, I felt satisfied with what I accomplished, but then these words began to repeat in my head.

     I am the absolute! I can’t lose to this inferior blob of meat. I am the utter perfection!

   Maybe that was my subconscious talking in my head, but these words unleashed a fire in my body, giving me power. 

    “1! 2! 3! 4…. We have a winner!” The referee announced the end of the match.

     The crowd couldn’t believe what they saw, as no one expected that this young boy will be the last man standing. Luckily, his last punch didn’t pack much power or else I would have been done for. Knowing that this was the first step in my journey, I knew that things will get even harder from now on. 

     For the sake of my dream, I am prepared to face even the devil himself.

    That’s the phrase that I always told myself and it kept me moving forward. However, it turned out that ‘The Boomer’ was not just out cold, he was dead. For the first time in my life, I killed someone, with my bare hands. I couldn’t feel anything at the time, maybe I was a little shocked, but it felt kind of… normal. Looking at him now from above, nothing more than an empty shell, I knew how inferior and little he was. This made me feel even stronger.

    As I was leaving after receiving my reward, a mysterious man approached me.

    “Congrats boy, you really have some neat moves for your age. However, in the ring you are wasting your efforts but I have a job for you that suit your great talents, plus the pay is much better. So what do you say, young man?” he said.

   “What kind of job?”  I asked.

    “The kind that lets you put nails in the coffin,” he replied.

    He meant he wanted a killer, of course. I didn’t mind getting my hands dirty, for I knew that I had to do it eventually to achieve my goal.  

    "By the way, I don’t think you have much time. The agent of the man you just killed doesn’t seem to be very happy about it, he just gathered his men and is waiting for you outside,” he said.

    “Just... who are you mister?” I was shocked by his words.

    “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself, you can call me ‘Baron’,” he replied.

**Now the story finally begins to unfold. Let me know what you think down in the comments, see you on Wednesday!**

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