Nick was frightened, but he knew he had to do something before it is too late. It won't be long until he transforms into a homophobic dude like before again, he needed to warn his lover before it happens. He reached for his cell phone and dialed Corey's number, as he dashed outside of the mall, into a dark alley.
"Hello?"
"Baby!"
"Nick! Where were you this whole time? I've been searching everywhere for you!"
"Corey...I can't tell you where I'm at, I'm in a horrible situation right now. I don't want you to get involved with this."
"What??!! Nick! What's going on? Tell your boyfriend!"
"I...I can't....you need to stay as far away as possible from me, otherwise you may get infected too."
"Huh? Infected??!! Nick I----" SMASH!
Nick collided into a tall lean figure, the impact sent his phone flying off the charts and smashing into the cool hard floor. Nick fell backwards as his eyes opened to see a group of Black and dyed hair, thin eyes underneath glasses, worn jeans, ripped jacket-singlet combo wearing Asians whom appeared to be around 18 and probably gang members by the way they are dressed.
Their leader glared daggers at him
"Oi Chibai! Look where you are going!" Their leader, spoke in a heavy Chinese accent. Rolled his eyes in annoyance as he rubbed his left hand on one of his underling's shoulder. "Ka Ni Na! Touched a faggot, shit!"
Nick starred back at the Asian himself. Over 6ft tall for an Asian, big muscular tanned chest, withbroad shoulders to match. Hair trimmed short on the sides, long hair at the back with a striking pompadour in the front. These features entranced themselves in his mind as he stood up.
He wanted to apologise and just leave them be, not wanting to get himself involved with a fight. But the more he thought about the gang leader, the more insulted he felt. Like...it was a dishonour, dishonouring himself and his family. The word "faggot" pierced his heart like it never did before,mad though the layers of tolerance and sensitivity melted away. His dick throbbed in annoyance, as adrenaline seeped into his skin and balls like it never did before. Shrinking in length as it became blessed in girth His eyes narrowed.
"Who you calling faggot you Motherfucker?!" Rage swelled within Nick's voice as a familiar distinctive accent arose. He wasn't a faggot, he would never be a faggot. He twitched his small eyes as he grabbed the punk in front of him with his right arm. Complex dragon tattoos and a lighter tanned surfaced on both arms as his muscles hardened further, as a result of workouts from beating the shit out of others during fights as opposed to surfing. Who had time for sports when your life is one?
His shirt rippled as it cut itself to a ripped sleeved jacket as a tank top sufficed underneath, showing off his huge arms and tattoos to the crowd so he would be feared. Board shorts and shoes de-civilised themselves to a pair of torn jeans and sandals, completing his lower gangsta image. Feet stomping themselves to a size 15 as his height met the opposing leader at eye level. Nick Chu clenched his left fist. "SAY THAT AGAIN YOU FUCK!"
The built up tension between the two of them is channeled to his chest, popping out two big lady peckers as well as a set of six rock hard stones. The tension jabbed his neck, sucking back the old pansy vocabulary in which the apple provided, sending out an improved, more masculine and foul mouthed in its place. Perfect for gangster like himself.
As his fist charged, reaching a maximum potential just like himself, the final facial features snapped into place. Blonde hair melted away into a dominant black, shaved on the sides-long at the back- and a nicely styled pompadour in the front, with the tip dyed a Miranda orange. Head reformed itself as his jaw turned into a rare chiselled one. A pair of spectacles with the words "Ning Chu Masta" imprinted on its sides as he soon unleashed his previous self away in a--
PUNCH!
"Fucking shitty, 'Lao Da' my ass." Ning Chu spat at the opposing gang leader who collapsed to the floor after a punch. A stupid copycat who ruins his gang's feared reputation.
The "Long" gang beats up anyone they wish unmercifully, whether they owe money to the Loan shark gang, or not. Unbeatable due to their leader's high intelligence and calculation, he's an Asian after all. Trained by his parents when he was young in China before migrating to the USA, fierce and rebellious--but grounded by his parent's heritage.
A sexual drive and thirst for only women, a mentality that they had to be dominated as they take after the husband's surname. Ning Chu grinned as he begins to pick up the Samsung and dail his next victim. Ready to receive the payment so that he could enjoy a beautiful snack at a bar.