There are No Heroes- Years of Isolation

Part 10

        Two months had come and gone and Darius was starting to feel the frustration that only came with a lack of results.  He had been in Hong Kong for the last couple months, even having learned how to survive entirely on his own.  Darius still had no real way to get back to his home, but he also knew that he needed to become even stronger for his fight with Myer.  The obsession that claimed gave him the energy he needed to go forward. 

        Darius was glad that Virgelius was a part of his life.  He had come to realize that his connection to the demon stayed with him during his waking hours.  When it came time for him to learn the various dialects of the Chinese language, the ancient’s powers to see into minds became very helpful.  Darius had easily mastered every language he came across.

        Though he had Virgelius right behind him, he realized that he needed to work harder than ever before to return home.  His week on the boat was nothing as when compared to when he finally found his way to Hong Kong.  He had already worked whatever job he could find to support his very existence.  Unfortunately he was not welcome in this part of the world.  Darius felt that people could sense that he was a demon in human guise.  He was just grateful for the restaurant that took him in, though more for conscripted labor than anything else. 

      “DARIUS!!!!, GET YOUR LAZY AMERICAN ASS BACK IN HERE!!!”  Darius quickly grew accustomed to the foul treatment that his employer and landlord gave him.  He didn’t bring harm to the older man’s head only because he didn’t kick Darius back onto the street.  He ran back to the massive dishwashing sink that had become his life outside of sleep, making sure to watch his footing. 

        “GET MOVING DOG BOY!!!”  Darius knew that he must have been gone for more than five minutes for that particular insult to be used.  He knew that it also meant that his work had already piled up again. 

        “I’m back Mr. Tseung.”  Darius went straight into the already massive pile of dishes.  He had never known of a place to use so many bowls and plates in a short amount of time.  Darius was just glad he could fuel his speed with an extra push of energy.  He kept everything coordinated using the same skills that his demonic arts taught.  The only difference was he was watching the stacks of bowls and plates, making sure that they stayed balanced when he ran them up to his employer.

       Within the hour, Darius managed to run the entire stock of plates and bowls back up to Tseung.  This last time differed in that he now had to perform his other duty.  Tseung had seen him fighting within the first three days of his being in Hong Kong.  With that demonstration, he now used Darius to kick out brawlers and drunks.  It was a task that Darius was starting to favor simply because it got him out of the dish pit. 

        “Imma… Immma gonna kick youuur assss BOY!!”  The drunken Cantonese tried to hit Darius several times, using a form of Zui Quan, save for the fact that he was actually drunk.  Darius had already figured out what the man was doing, having already seen a few demonstrations of the drunken fist already in that restaurant.  It always amazed the young demon that so many people in this part of the world knew of that particular art.  He had read that it was dangerous to utilize it’s techniques while drinking, regardless of the name.  Another several shots missed Darius before he scooped up the ‘drunken master’.  Darius threw him out of the door, letting him lay where he fell. 

        “DAMMIT BOY, STOP PLAYING AND GET BACK TO WORK!!!!!”  Darius was always astounded that a man half his size could produce such a massive roar.  He set back to his job, grateful in the knowledge that it was only another hour before closing time.  Darius managed to go to sleep within seconds of being free of the nightmarish dish pit.