Shang-Chi: A Dark Fan Fiction Story
The sound of punches and grunting rings. Fade into a well-dressed, but bruised thug punching SHANG-CHI, who’s very bloody and is being held by two other well-dressed thugs by each arm. The thug punches Shang-Chi once again, who falls to the ground nearly lifeless.
The bruised thug motions for the other two goons to pick him back up. The other two thugs pick up a seemingly gone Shang-Chi as the bruised thug takes out a pistol. As the bruised thug cocks his pistol, Shang-Chi breaks away from the two goons and hits both of them with a back fist.
The bruised thug goes to shoot, but Shang-Chi swiftly kicks the gun out of his hand. Shang-Chi goes for a spinning roundhouse kick, but the bruised thug ducks and attempts to counter with a quick punch. Shang-Chi is able to grab his arm, twist it, and then break it. The thug goes to the ground screaming in agony. The goon from behind tries to sneak attack Shang-Chi, but he sweeps the legs, grabs his head, and then snaps it like a twig.
The other thug grabs the gun, but Shang-Chi notices and quickly snatches it and then places it directly at the thug’s head. The other thug with the broken arm tries to attack Shang-Chi, but he kicks him down with ease. Shang-Chi stares at the goon intensely as the gun is firmly between his eyes. The thug quivers scared. “You have two choices. Meet God. Or go home, and forget that this day ever happened.” Shang-Chi threatens.
Shang-Chi moves back, but still has the gun pointed at the thug. It doesn’t take much time for the thug to scurry out of the office. Shang-Chi hears the noise of the thug with the broken arm and swiftly turns his direction. The bruised thug stares at Shang-Chi fiercely, but looks conflicted over what to do. “My vendetta isn’t against you. Don’t make me do this.” The bruised thug spits blood his way. “Fuck you, Shang-Chi.” The Bruised thug responds angrily. He storms out unhappy. Once the thug leaves, Shang-chi limps out of the room cautiously.
Shang-Chi stumbles into a clean and elegant bathroom and goes to the sink. He spits out some blood, turns on the water, and washes off the blood from his face. The buzzing noise from an intercom ring. “You’re making a mistake, my son.” Fu Manchu says over the intercom. This startles Shang-Chi. “Mistake?” He responds. Shang-Chi laughs off Fu Manchu’s words. “No. And when I rip your heart out of your chest, I’ll still feel that way.” The room goes silent after Shan-Chi’s haunting words.
In the midst of the silence, feet come down from the bathroom stall, unbeknownst to Shang-Chi. An Assassin bursts out of the stall, but Shang-Chi instantly knocks him down with a punch. A knife blade pops out of the Assassin’s right shoe and stabs Shang-Chi in the back of the leg, who kneels down to the ground screaming in pain. The Assassin attempts to kick Shang-Chi in the head with the shoe blade, but Shang-Chi is able to swat his leg away. Shang-Chi swiftly punches the assassin in the right leg several times. He then grabs it and snaps it. The Assassin catches Shang-Chi off guard with his shoe blade into his upper arm from the left side. Shang-Chi punches the already broken right leg and the Assassin responds screaming in pain. Shang-Chi is able to take advantage of the distraction, grab the left leg, and snap it. Badly hurt, the Assassin weakly takes out a knife; however, Shang-Chi grabs it and throws it away. He punches the Assassin, knocking him out cold.
Fu Manchu watches the brutal fight through a monitor inside his lavish office disappointed. He puts his mouth towards the intercom. “My son, please don’t do this. What happened to your honor and loyalty?” Fu Manchu questions. Through the monitor, Shang-Chi gingerly leaves the bathroom without reacting once to Fu Manchu’s words.
A bruised and bloody mess, Shang-Chi limps down the hallway looking determined to kill. The lights flicker off suddenly; however, an emergency red light turns on. “There’s no dishonor in what you did. Petrie was going to ruin what we accomplished.” Fu Manchu says over the intercom. “We? Don’t put me into this. You kept your nefarious means away from me.” Shang-Chi says. “So who did you think I was? You didn’t ask any questions when I commanded you to kill him.” Fu Manchu responds. “Because you lied to me! He was nothing more than a gentle old soul. You talk about honor and loyalty, but you tried to put an end to me like I was a bug trapped inside a web…” A tear flows down Shang-Chi’s cheek. “My own flesh and blood wanted me dead.” “I had no choice.” Fu Manchu sadly replies. “We all have choices. And now it’s time to fulfill mines.” Shang-Chi waits for a response, but the lights go out completely.
The sound of Shang-Chi screaming in agony rings. The emergency red lights come back on. With a knife in his hand, Fu Manchu walks in front of Shang-Chi, who’s kneeled down holding his bloody wound on his back. Fu Manchu grabs Shang-Chi’s face and then kisses him on the forehead. “I always loved you, my son.” Fu Manchu says disheartened. He then goes to stab Shang-Chi in the head, but Shang-Chi grabs his arm and then flips him over. Fu Manchu tries to get up, but Shang-Chi gets him in a sleeper hold. “I always loved you too, father.” Are Shang-Chi’s last words before he snaps his father’s neck. Shang-Chi doesn’t let go however, as he looks a bit teary-eyed. After a few minutes, he finally let’s go. Shang-Chi gets up, limps down to the elevator sadden. The elevator doors open and he looks back at Fu Manchu’s dead body in sorrow. He then gets inside and the elevator doors close.
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