ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES



The alleyway had transformed into a grim tableau of desperation and brutality. Kan, now a force of nature, moved with a predatory grace towards the lone survivor, his yellow eyes gleaming with an eerie intensity.

The man, writhing in agony, had a choice to make. He could either succumb to the searing pain emanating from his shattered defenses or summon the wits to devise an escape plan. Tears mingled with sweat, streaking down his face, an embodiment of both agony and abject terror.

"No...leave me alone, damn it. You bloody monster, ya smashed my eggs, what more do you want?!!" he spat out, his voice a desperate plea, a final cry of defiance in the face of impending doom.

Kan advanced in silence, his intent unspoken but unmistakable. The man, catching the glint of ruthless determination in Kan's eyes, resorted to desperate measures. He dragged his broken body across the unforgiving pavement, each inch a battle against both physical pain and the encroaching specter of fear.

Irony hung heavy in the air, a cruel twist of fate where roles had reversed. The hunted now desperately sought refuge, echoing the very plight Kan had faced at the outset. It was a stark reminder that in the chaotic dance of existence, the tables could turn in the blink of an eye.

"Fuck...that's my weapon!!" The man's eyes lit up as he spied a glow bat not far from his reach. It held the promise of salvation, a glimmer of hope in a sea of despair. He redoubled his efforts, clawing his way towards the coveted tool, the prospect of defense urging him on.

A few heartbeats away from seizing the glow bat, he felt a vice-like grip encircle his legs. Dread surged through him, the realization sinking in that these were no benevolent hands. He was at the mercy of a force beyond reason or mercy.

With a guttural cry, he was wrenched from his desperate crawl, his face grinding against the abrasive surface of the alley. The pain was excruciating, but it paled in comparison to the fear that gripped his heart. He had no inkling of what horrors awaited him at the hands of this relentless assailant.

As he was hauled along the ground, his body brushed against the final remnants of his comrade, now a pitiable figure gasping for remnants of life. The look in his friend's eyes spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgement that the end was nigh.

In that harrowing moment, the alley bore witness to the merciless dance of predator and prey. Kan, a specter of wrath, held dominion over this macabre stage, his actions a testament to the brutal calculus of survival.

And amid the pain, the fear, and the grotesque tableau, the man clung to life with a tenacity borne of desperation. Each heartbeat, each breath, was a fragile thread that connected him to the precipice of existence.

The alley reverberated with the cacophony of their struggle, a symphony of anguish and dread that echoed off the cold, unyielding walls. In that chilling tableau, the man's fate hung in the balance, a fragile ember in the encroaching darkness.

The forgotten streets bore witness to a fierce battle, a clash of titans amid the murals and graffiti, the walls now painted with a macabre tapestry of blood and strife.

Silo, the leader of the Gecko Brotherhood, locked in combat with Kane, the powerhouse of the newly formed Outcasts, danced a violent duet. Their bodies, battered and torn, painted a grim picture of the relentless struggle.

"You bloody bastard, how many doses of G-viagra did you take while I wasn't looking?!!" Silo spat, his words interspersed with a spray of blood, his body a mosaic of pain and fury.

Kane, missing an entire arm, stood resolute, equally marred and marked by the brutal confrontation. The two combatants were like raging storms, each harboring an unyielding determination to triumph.

"You think I didn't expect this? Every day since I left the gang, I trained, growing stronger. Of course with a little boost from the drug you all depend on solely. But you know me, my pride won't let me rely on a single tablet for complete survival," Kane's voice reverberated, carrying the weight of his unwavering resolve.

"I only use the drug when necessary. Augmenting my strength, durability, speed and now even my body heals at an unnatural rate thanks to all the traces of G-viagra I still have left in me!!" His declaration held the fierce ring of truth, a testament to the relentless drive that fueled him.

Their rivalry, steeped in history, was more than a mere clash of physical might. It was a battle of ideologies, of paths diverged and choices made. The drug, a common thread between them, held different meanings, different interpretations.

For Silo, it was a shortcut to power, an elixir that elevated him above the realm of mere mortals. His strength and speed were formidable, but that was where his reliance ended. Kane, however, had forged a different path. He had discovered a way to harness the drug without becoming subservient to it, a testament to his indomitable spirit.

As Kane's missing limb bore testament to the sacrifices he'd made, it also displayed the resilience of his newfound abilities. The wound, though grievous, no longer bled profusely. His body, enhanced by both training and the lingering effects of the drug, exhibited a near-superhuman capacity for regeneration.

"So that's it huh?" Silo's grin held a touch of grim satisfaction, a warrior's acknowledgement of a formidable opponent. From a pocket, he retrieved a white container, its contents rattling with an ominous promise.

He uncapped the container, a malevolent glint in his eyes, a challenge issued to the very fabric of reality. "If you got strong and this tough from taking little doses, what would happen if one took it all?!" Silo's question hung in the air, an audacious gambit that threatened to tip the precarious balance.

"All at once? You idiot!! It would kill you!! Your body would need time to gradually adjust to a single capsule and here you are talking about a whole bunch?!" Kane's words were a stark warning, a plea for sanity amidst the maelstrom.

The echoes of their battle reverberated through the desolate streets, a symphony of violence and determination. Amidst the clash of bodies and wills, the stark truth lingered — they were but men, pitted against forces beyond their reckoning.

"Listen to me Silo, we don't have to do this. Just look at us, nearly destroying each other, for what?! We used to be inseparable, brothers that fought these monsters roaming our streets, oppressing us with their magic and special powers. What changed?!"" Kane's voice held an undercurrent of desperation, a plea for reason in the face of impending cataclysm.

"You...you changed. You refused to see the truth. We cannot win!! We can't win a war against foes far above our reach!! You don't bloody think, do ya?!!" Silo's anger surged forth, his gestures animated with frustration.

"No, maybe I'm not the best thinker but at least I don't run off to dine with the worst enemy," Kane's retort dripped with bitterness, the specter of betrayal casting a long shadow over their history.

The air crackled with tension, charged with the weight of their shared past and the schisms that had torn them asunder. The alley, once a refuge, now bore witness to their fractured brotherhood.

"You fool. The demons rule this world. And who are you to judge me for making the right call, what was best for our gang? Huh, who are you?! You and I were meant to be leaders, making the right decisions but when it came down to it, you bloody ran!!" Silo's accusation hung heavy, a condemnation that cut to the core.

"Fuck you for judging me. Look at your company, your little gang, which one of them is human, huh? Which one?!!" His words were a venomous hiss, an attempt to expose the perceived hypocrisy that festered.

"None of them. But they don't see me any different from how they see themselves. They are more human than you are," Kane's voice carried a conviction that brooked no argument, a testament to the bonds he'd forged with those who'd sought refuge with him.

"Ha!! You bloody liar. It's not you who should be worried. It's them who should be worried with the rat they have on their team. What? You think I don't know? Sooner or later, you are going to stab them all in the back, just like you did to us and to top it all up, we are humans to begin with! I can only imagine what you'd do to those poor things!!" Silo spat. Silo's words dripped with menace, his gaze a baleful promise of retribution.

"Enough talking, let's just end this!!" Kane's resolve surged forth, a tidal wave of determination propelling him towards his adversary.

"Gladly, old friend!" Silo's response was a chilling embodiment of finality. With the container in hand, he unhesitatingly poured its contents into his mouth.

The streets bore witness to the culmination of their rivalry, a crescendo of violence and desperation. As Silo ingested the potent drug, it was a gambit that threatened to shatter the boundaries of mortality, an audacious bid for power beyond reckoning.