Marvel King - Chapter 2

A dirty man suddenly appeared out of nowhere before their incredulous eyes of the women present.

“Cough* *Cough* *Cough*

“Where am I?” whispered the man, looking at the women around him.

“Is this heaven? No, it’s too hot. I must be in hell.”

But the young woman seeing the man’s gaze retreated slightly backwards with fear.

“I know I stink and I’m dirty, but you can at least answer my question.”

But the woman just looked at him as if he was an alien, the man sighed, his name was James King, a homeless man.

But don’t be fooled by appearances, once upon a time he was a bright and promising man married to a beautiful woman, he was also rich as he had inherited from his late mother’s company, owning a patrimony of more than 10 billion at the age of 26.

But overnight he lost everything, his mother’s company went bankrupt because of his pitiful management skills, his wife filed for divorce and took all her remaining ȧssets with her, thus becoming a homeless man who could not even guarantee two meals a day.

But his story didn’t end there, he was a notorious unlucky member of New York’s homeless community, he was struck by lightning twice, little gangsters beat him up almost every day, pigeons were always shitting on him.

But he as the unluckiest man in the world, he was hit by a meteorite (piece of diamond), thinking about it he was at first amazed that he was still alive and thought “Maybe my bad luck is about to end.” But unfortunately for him the door of the container was opened by two big muscular men each armed with Ak-47.

The women seeing that, shouted and hugged each other with fear, the two men immediately saw James and pointed their rifles at him.

“Get out!” One of the men shouted aloud as the second man came closer and pulled James out. Once out of the container, the second man gave James a punch, knocking him to the ground, then pointed his rifle at him.

“Who are you? Who do you work for? The cops? The Italians? This damn blacks or yellows, (it’s the ’80s, a bit of racism was normal), don’t tell me nothing, you work for those mexican bastards, they want the goods back!?”

His other companion took one last look inside the container before closing the doors.

“Let’s bring him inside, the boss will interrogate him, anyway if we kill him without information we’ll be in trouble.”

Whoever hit James earlier got him up and pushed him forward.

“Shit, I’m in trouble.” James thought as he looked at the dozen armed men he encountered on the way as he rubbed his cheeks with pain, he was apparently in a port because on the way he noticed a dozen warehouses and several containers around the area, the two men took James to an empty warehouse and tied him around a pillar.

“I’ll tell the boss, you keep an eye on him.”

James’ heart was beating faster and faster, he closed his eyes to stop himself from crying, but then something surprising happened, suddenly a blue lottery wheel with the word “Start” appeared in his mind, he was at first astonished, he opened his eyes and saw the muscular man still looking at him coldly, as the lottery wheel disappeared.

“Am I going crazy?”

Then he closed his eyes again, he saw the blue lottery wheel again, and the word Start, he remained astonished for a moment before unconsciously whispering start.

The wheel then began to spin at an incredible speed displaying the silhouette of various people and the word Stop appeared instead of Start.

At same time, a short man, with slicked black hair, with a thick beard, wearing a white Italian suit and a cigar in his mouth, surrounded by five armed men entered the warehouse and stopped in front of James who opened his eyes.

The man took a pistol from the hands of one of his men before pointing it at James’ skull.

“I’m Ivan, better known as Ivan the cannibal, if you don’t want to be part of my next meal tell me how you got into my dock and for who you’re working, I’ll count to three.”

“One!”

“Two!”

Suddenly the ghostly silhouette of a blond man without eyebrows wearing military clothing appeared in James’s mind before merging with his body, the fear he felt disappeared, his heartbeat slowed down he raised his head and looked at Ivan.

“You should’ve tied me with titanium chains.”

Flash Kick

Then James leaned back slightly and kicked upwards creating an air blade with his leg that cut Ivan in half, then he broke the ropes that tied him down with his bȧrė hands.

“Shit, he killed the boss!”

“Shot!”

James rolled behind the pillar, narrowly dodging the bullets fired at him.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

A few seconds later the ammunition of the armed men was exhausted, he took advantage of short moments and rushed towards the shooters at an inhuman speed.

James made a quick movement with his arms creating a wave of golden energy cutting two of the shooters in half.

“AGH!”

Then he rushed towards the next shooter and broke his neck, he grabbed another man’s hand, pulled him towards him and gave him two punches knocking him out before grabbing his rifle and breaking his skull with it.

Then a golden energy learned around his fists, he punched the last one who trying to escape, a small blade of golden energy shot out of his fist and cut the man’s head off.

“What’s that noise?”

“Gunshots Beware agh!”

“Agh!”

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

“AGH!”

Sounds of explosions, guns and cries of agony echoed through the Hells Kitchen Docks that night, when the police arrived on the scene, they were frightened, some of the newcomers could not help but vomit in disgust at the sight of the dead bodies on the ground, then after a brief search, they found weapons, drugs and especially several containers containing women intended to be sold on the black market.

The most surprising among the testimonies of some of these women was the sudden appearance of a man with dubious bodily hygiene.

This case full of mysteries where dozens of traffickers died later called the Dockside Massacre was never solved even forty years later, and the main suspect in the case, a man dressed as a homeless man, was also never found.