Altered Beast I

Pitch black...

Seth's curiosity has peeked. A smile drew across his face, he knew that something interesting was going to happen and he was prepared.

Taking a step into the darkroom, slowly but carefully. This room... is bate.

The sound of something rising is heard from the deepest depths of the room.

Seth, normally keeps his eyes closed. The reason for him doing this is so he could hinder his own performance in a fight, and another reason is for a situation wherein he'd have to fight in the dark, keeping his eyes closed helps him adjust to darkness faster than most, this makes him the equivalent of a black panther hunting in the night but in human form.

Seth unbuttons his vest and reaches inside of it and doesn't move.

Silence.

This has become a waiting game. A creak and a step. "I can see you, y'know?" Seth speaks up and whatever is in the darkness sprints at him.

Seth lets go whatever he had under his vest and instead goes to roll up his pants. Two stiletto daggers.

Sliding them out of a holster wrapped around his legs as the figure tries to tackle him, he dodges out of the way and pins it to the floor with one of his daggers. The figure is covered in a thick cloth and is yanked by it after trying to dodge away.

"I'm hoping that your just a resident here because if you're here for me and my friend... you are done for..." Seth gives a sinister expression, crouching down next to the subject covered in cloth. "It's too obvious that this is bait, so why don't you tell me what's up?"

***

Five more people have entered the hotel...

Two guys holding traveling cases and three other girls following behind the two guys.

[Logan Nuno]

A tall but thin Portuguese man with cornrows, he wears large white clothing and has a massive satchel strapped around him.

[Michael Vas]

A Russo-American male. He has messy short hair, an effeminate face, and bright green eyes. He wears glasses and has a golfing shirt on with khaki shorts. He looks like he's about to vomit.

[Svilanka Kimathi]

Russo-African decent. A tall woman with built arms and a voluptuous body. She has long curly hair that goes to her shoulders and thin autumn-colored eyes. She wears a tight thin black shirt with daisy dukes.

[Melissa Ambrosia]

A greek woman with long wavy blonde hair wearing a thin zip-up jacket with a wifebeater underneath it and jeans. Her eyes are an unusual hybrid of colors mixed in with each other creating a beautiful nebula that could easily entrance anyone who notices.

[Yua Arai]

A Japanese-American mixed girl with short black hair, red lips, and thin eyes. She wears an oversized jacket with daisy dukes on, including a chain wrapped around her arm.

The man at the counter whistles in surprise. "What an odd group of people we have!"

"So many hot chicks..." The maid at the couch says, whispering under her breath.

"How many days would you guys like to be staying and who will be pairing with each other in each room you'll be having today?"

Yua approaches the counter and puts down some money that was given to her by the rest of the group beforehand. "We'll be staying for five days." She turns to the group and turns back to the counter. "The girls and guys will be in separate rooms."

"Will all the girls be in the same room together?"

Yua nods.

The man rolls over to the checklist and writes their names down. "Not the only foreign visitors we've had the pleasure of greeting today."

"Really?"

"Yep... kinda interesting since we don't get many people from different parts of the world in Brazil all at once... unless they were suspicious." The group looked at each other with cold expressions. "But, everyone in this hotel has suspicious sides to them. We have a privacy policy, after all, so we don't very much care if you've committed a crime or such."

The man gives them their keys and their rooms.

[Room 106]: Logan Nuno and Michael Vas.

[Room 107]: Svilanka Kimathi, Melissa Ambrosia, and Yua Arai.

Michael sighs, going up to the room as Logan just hands over the luggage to the girls. Silence fills the lobby once again.

Nixon heads out from the kitchen with food in their hands, heading back to his and Seth's room. The man behind the counter stops him.

"How'd you get food from there?"

Nixon turns around with an eyebrow raised. "Bought it? Why?"

The man clicks his tongue and goes back behind the counter with a sour expression on his face.

***

The cloth tears as a large thin and pale man rises from it, threads holding the cloth together ripping apart and falling to the ground. His eyes dilated with a massive black tar grin.

"You're high aren't you?"

The pale man puts an arm behind his back and tries to strike Seth who maneuvers around his blows. The man's large muscle-bound arms stretching and coming together with one of his hits even managing to hit a wall behind Seth, breaking it with one blow.

"Scary~" Seth kicks the side of the pale man's shin - the man switches up and uses his unused arm and tries striking Seth with that. Seth was still transitioning from his last kick though into another kick to the head. A Brazilian head kick, Seth's head, and shoulder perfectly positioned around the pale man's fist.

The man collapses to the ground, stunned by the hit. Seth transitions into a front kick to the man's face causing one of his front teeth to fly into the ceiling.

The pale man collides against the wall, breaking it. Seth has infuriated him.

"Come and get me fucker!" Seth sprinted out the door and down the hall. The pale man followed quickly, sliding against the carpeted ground, stumbling to get back his balance.

A secluded part of the hotel. It was the perfect spot to end this match between this unknown man and him.

The pale man appeared from around the corner, his feet thudding against the ground aggressively, gritting his teeth furiously, blood frothing from his mouth.

Seth throws the other dagger at him and the man tries parrying it with his hand but instead stabs himself with the dagger. The man stops himself on a dime, taking out the knife and throwing it back. Seth moves out of the way of the flying knife, having it stick against the wall behind him.

The pale man prepares a powerful right overhead cross but Seth quickly ducks under the attack, grabbing him by the legs and slamming him onto the ground.

The pale man is once again stunned.

Seth swiftly puts the pale man into an armbar, breaking his arm then and there.

Seth gets up from the ground and watches as the pale man writhes on the ground in pain. The pale man quickly gets up and swings at Seth.

Seth prepares to dodge but is instead baited in another attack by a feint. Seth blocks it but it sends him into whiplash. Seth clicks his tongues and slides into another technique.

A Muay Thai leg sweep. Putting his arm in front of the man's torso and his own leg behind one of the pale man's own leg. Pressing in two opposite directions - his arm going backward and his leg going forward, sending the man back to the floor.

The pale man jumps back up... Seth is nowhere to be seen. He lost.

Seth's arms wrapping around the pale man's neck like a snake, a rear-naked choke.

The pale man struggles to breathe, thrashing, and pulling in Seth's arms. Whenever the man almost slips out, Seth quickly pulls him back in.

Just the sound of grunting and the thudding sounds of his legs hitting the ground, rubbing against the carpet, and raising its seams.

Seth exhales... and starts humming.

"О вы. жизнь ~ Что я ношу от боли ~ Как мы носим ребенка ~ Дай мне любовь и деньги ~

Моя жизнь ~

Непробиваемыми способами ~ Сделать это песчинка ~ Я становлюсь гигантом

О вы. жизнь~" (Russian rendition of O! toi la vie by Charles Aznavour)

The man's body goes limp, and his body becomes a rubber doll, saliva mixed with blood running down his mouth slowly dripping down his ear and staining the carpet below them. Seth throws his body on the ground, landing on his face.

Seth stands over him with a cold glare and a crooked smile across his face.