It was late.
The clinic lights flickered once—an old habit built into the system. A soft hum echoed through the walls as the medical seals powered down one by one, signaling the end of clinic hours.
Alex stood and stretched, cracking his neck. "That's enough healing for one day," he murmured. He moved toward the front door, preparing to lock up, his steps slow and steady. His silver hair gleamed under the fading ceiling lights, and his coat hung loose over his shoulders like a predator's mantle.
But the moment he pushed open the door—
He froze.
The street was unnaturally quiet.
Fog rolled low across the asphalt like a veil. And out of that fog… figures began to emerge.
First five.
Then ten.
Then twenty.
All of them wore black, combat-ready clothing. Faces hidden by masks or hoods. Tactical gear strapped across their chests. Silenced weapons in hand.
And every single one of them had their eyes—laser-focused—on him.
Alex let the door swing shut behind him as he stepped out fully onto the street, now bathed in dim orange light from the flickering lamp posts. He counted them lazily, like he was inspecting produce at a market.
"Thirty-two of you? What, no one had better things to do tonight?" he muttered.
One man stepped forward—a taller figure, face exposed, a smirk etched into his weathered features. A pistol was already raised, glinting in the light. The man's voice was cocky, confident. Overconfident.
"Kingpin sends his regards," he said, cocking the pistol and aiming it at Alex's head. "Says you're overdue for eviction."
Alex didn't move.
The man's finger tightened on the trigger.
Bang!
The gun fired—
But Alex was no longer in the same spot.
He had vanished.
The wind shifted violently, and in the very next heartbeat, the attacker's body jerked violently forward, lifted off the ground by an invisible force.
There was no scream—just a wet crunch as his torso was pulled midair, sliced in half before he even knew he was dead.
The rest of the squad stumbled back in shock.
And that's when the shadows behind Alex twisted, reshaping.
From the alley just beside the clinic, something emerged—inhuman, tall, and terrifyingly graceful.
Cypher.
Her humanoid form was sleek and pale, glowing with faint red sigils along her arms and face. Her eyes were hollow pools of void, and her mouth—when it opened—unfurled far wider than any human's ever should.
"Did someone mention dinner?" she asked with an eerie tilt of her head.
The air dropped ten degrees in an instant.
The men opened fire—desperation in their movements. Bullets screamed through the night.
But Alex was already moving.
He blurred forward, catching the first man by the collar and slamming him into the pavement with such force that the concrete shattered beneath him. With his other hand, he crushed the muzzle of a gun mid-burst and kicked the wielder into the clinic's brick wall, embedding him three inches deep.
Cypher danced through the chaos, her body rippling as claws extended from her fingers and her limbs distorted into sharp, elegant blades. She didn't waste motion—each step was a kill. Heads rolled. Chests caved in. Souls screamed as they were devoured.
Less than two minutes later, the street was silent once more.
Only blood and bodies remained.
Alex wiped his hand on a torn jacket and turned to Cypher, who stood licking her clawed fingers clean, her form returning to its sleeker shape.
"You get enough?" he asked.
Cypher smiled, glowing eyes narrowing. "Mmm. Almost. But I saved one for you."
Alex turned—and sure enough, one man still breathed, crawling backward, bleeding from a shattered leg.
"P-please," he gasped, "we—we were just following orders."
Alex walked over slowly and crouched beside him, gaze unreadable.
"You came into my city… stood on my doorstep… and pointed a gun at my head," he said softly. "That doesn't end with please."
He pressed two fingers to the man's chest—and pulsed Chi straight through his heart.
The body went still.
Then Alex stood up and looked toward the skyline. In the distance, the silhouette of Kingpin's tower loomed over the district.
"Tell your boss," he muttered to the wind. "I'm still here."
Cypher joined him, her mouth curled in a delighted smirk. "Think he'll come in person next time?"
Alex's eyes gleamed.
"I hope so."
With that, Alex turned and began walking home. He didn't rush. The night air was crisp, and the blood on the street was already behind him—both literally and metaphorically.
After a short walk through the side alleys, he reached his car, still parked where he left it. Slipping into the driver's seat, he leaned back, exhaled, and let the engine hum to life beneath him. The streets were quiet as he drove through Hell's Kitchen, lights passing by in a blur. Soon, the clinic and the fight were behind him.
As he pulled into the driveway of his apartment, something caught his eye through the dark-tinted windows.
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Huh… what's this now?" he muttered.
"Do you think they've been attacked too?" Cypher's voice echoed softly in his mind, her presence hovering at the edge of his awareness.
Alex shook his head. "No. I can sense Colleen, Sue, and Maria. They're inside. Probably… preparing some kind of surprise."
He sighed, slightly annoyed with himself. He'd used his senses to peek, and now the element of surprise was already ruined.
Still, he remembered the last time they had pulled something like this. It didn't end with dinner—it ended with something much more intense.
He turned off the car's engine and stepped inside, pretending like he didn't already know. But the moment he flicked on the living room lights—
He paused.
And this time, he really was surprised.
The dinner table was set like any normal evening. Plates. Glasses. A bottle of wine. The usual.
But what wasn't usual… were the three women sitting on the chairs wearing bikinis.
Colleen, in sleek black. Sue, in vibrant red. Maria, in a dark blue two-piece that showed off far more than it covered.
That alone was enough to short-circuit most men's brains.
Colleen looked up at him with a wicked smile. "Dinner's ready, hubby. Would you like chicken or…" She trailed off as her hand stroked down Maria's thigh, "...Chinese?"
Sue chuckled from the other side. "There's also a full American spread," she added, sipping her wine with a wink.
Not to be outdone, Maria leaned forward with a sultry grin. "Latin's also on the menu tonight. Hot, spicy, and ready."
Alex stared at the three of them for a moment, taking in the scene—half amused, half stunned.
Then he smirked. "Well… I did say I was in the mood for a buffet."
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