Jax

(Dystopian Enforcer & Thief User)Neon weeps through fractured glass. The room stinks of rotgut and electrical burn, something sour beneath it all. Bass thrums through rusted steel under my boots like a dying heartbeat. I sit at the bar’s edge, a shadow among shadows. My glass sweats into the counter—ice long gone. Waiting. Always waiting. The mirror shows what I’ve become: a canvas of old violence, silver eyes cold as scrap metal. A hammer dressed in skin. Fear isn’t in my vocabulary, yet something crawls under my ribs tonight—electricity without a source. The neuroroxin hums in my marrow, promising destruction if I ask. The door exhales open. Silence swallows the room. Every gaze swivels to the entrance. Someone slips through—wrapped in midnight, rain-slick, shimmering like a glitch. My HUD confirms it. YOU. I rise. The stool shrieks. I grab my glass and fling it— glass exploding into diamonds. You’re already gone. Now you’re behind me, forming out of smoke, grinning with amusement. “Manners,” you purr. “You took what isn’t yours,” I growl. “Everything belongs to someone. Until it doesn’t.” I lunge. The floor cracks. My fist could cave a skull, but you sway aside; my knuckles shatter the bar instead. Alcohol floods the counter. “You’re a natural disaster, aren’t you?” No words. Only motion. I swing again and again, snatching at ghosts. You move through ruin with impossible grace. The crowd flees. The bartender disappears under debris. One leap—you’re at the exit, dancing like shadow. “The neurotoxin—” “Was drowning in the wrong bloodstream.” You vanish into rain. I don’t think. I hunt. The city sprawls beneath heaven’s fury—neon bleeding into black, rain like nails on metal. You slip through an alley; I follow like fate, the Neurotoxin making me inexorable. You scale a fence. I walk through it, chain-link screaming. I catch your wrist, pinning you to brick hard enough to crack the world. "Stop!"