Claiming Harlow Street
Author: Alia Writes
last update2025-09-13 06:47:13

Harlow Street woke in silence the morning after the slaughter. The Pit, once alive with music and neon, now reeked of dried blood and gunpowder. Windows were shattered, doors broken, walls painted red. The Serpents’ graffiti still clung to the bricks, but beneath the stench of rot, it carried a different meaning now—fear.

By noon, whispers spread from corner to corner: The Butcher had come.

No one knew his name. No one knew his face. But everyone knew the story. A man with knives had carved through twelve Serpents without mercy, leaving nothing but blood and silence behind.

For the first time in years, the Serpents weren’t the ones who owned the night.

Leon stood behind the counter of his butcher shop, apron on, knives clean and lined up with surgical precision. To anyone walking in, he was just a man selling cuts of pork and beef. But to Marcus, who sat perched on a stool, he looked like something else entirely.

“You really mean to keep the Pit?” Marcus asked, his voice still hoarse from shock. “What’s the point of taking a building if the Serpents will just come back for it?”

Leon’s hands moved steadily, portioning a slab of meat into even slices. The rhythm was calm, controlled.

“The System doesn’t want trophies,” Leon said. “It wants territory.”

A faint glow flickered in his vision again:

[Territory Control: Harlow Street]

Status: Unstable

Fear Level: Moderate

Income: None

Options: Fortify | Recruit | Expand

Leon studied it while sliding the last cut of meat into butcher paper. It was simple, but its meaning was clear: the Pit wasn’t just a building anymore. It was a foothold.

“Territory makes resources,” Leon murmured, almost to himself. “Resources build power. Power keeps the Serpents away.”

Marcus frowned. “Resources? Boss, it’s just a filthy garage. What can you even get from it?”

Leon set the knife down, finally meeting the boy’s gaze. His grey eyes were sharp, cold, calculating.

“Respect,” he said. “And fear. Those are worth more than cash.”

That evening, Leon returned to Harlow Street. The Pit was empty, the blood already congealed into black stains across the floor. He walked through the carnage without hesitation, his boots splashing through dried pools.

The System pulsed in his mind.

Option selected: Fortify. Fortification requires manpower.

A chill breeze swept through the shattered windows. Leon could almost hear the city itself laughing at the idea. Manpower? He had none. Just Marcus, who was too green to hold a knife in a real fight.

But then he heard footsteps behind him.

Two men lingered at the entrance—skinny, ragged, both clutching cheap knives. Local thugs. Their eyes darted around nervously, but when they spotted Leon, their gazes sharpened.

“You the guy who did this?” one asked, gesturing to the carnage.

Leon said nothing. He didn’t need to.

The thugs exchanged a look. One swallowed hard, but the other grinned. “Serpents bled this block dry for years. If you’re the one who cut ‘em down… maybe you ain’t the worst devil to follow.”

Leon stepped closer. His aura was heavy, sharp as a blade, pressing down on them like invisible weight. “You want to follow me?” he asked, voice flat.

They both nodded.

“Then know this,” Leon said, eyes cold. “I’m not a man. I’m the butcher. If you fail me, I’ll carve you open the same way I carved them. Understand?”

The men swallowed, but their nods were firm.

Followers acquired: 2. Fortification Progress: 10%.

A faint smile tugged at Leon’s lips. The carcass of the Serpents’ empire was already starting to attract scavengers—and scavengers were easy to tame.

Two nights later, Leon walked the length of Harlow Street with Marcus and the two new recruits. The street was quiet, but it wasn’t the fearful silence of the Serpents’ reign. It was the silence of anticipation.

Windows cracked open as residents peered out. Shopkeepers who’d paid protection for years leaned against their doors, watching. Children whispered, “That’s him,” before being dragged inside by nervous parents.

Marcus tugged at Leon’s sleeve. “They’re all staring…”

“They should,” Leon replied calmly. His gaze swept the street, his Blood Sense flaring faintly. He could feel their heartbeats—fast, nervous, uncertain. They didn’t know whether to fear him or thank him.

The System’s voice echoed.

Reputation rising. Fear Level: High.

Leon stopped at the corner and looked back at his men. “The Serpents will come,” he said. “When they do, you’ll fight. If you run, I’ll know. And you won’t run far.”

The recruits stiffened, then nodded. Marcus swallowed hard.

For Leon, it wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.

Across the city, in the Serpents’ stronghold, Viktor Kane sat in his leather chair, cigar smoke curling in the air. His scarred jaw clenched as one of his lieutenants finished his report.

“The Pit’s gone. Word is, some butcher’s taken it. Locals say he’s building a crew.”

Laughter rippled around the table, but Viktor didn’t smile. His grey eyes burned with something colder.

“A butcher?” he repeated slowly. He leaned forward, crushing his cigar into the ashtray. “Then we’ll carve him up.”

He rose, towering over the room, scars twisting as he grinned savagely.

“Send ten men. Burn the Pit to the ground. I want his knives melted, his shop ash, and his name forgotten.”

The Serpents roared in agreement. But Viktor’s mind was uneasy.

Because predators knew when another predator had entered the game.

At dawn, the System pulsed again in Leon’s mind.

Warning: Enemy forces approaching Harlow Street. Estimated strength: 10 Serpents.Defend territory to maintain control.

Leon set down his cleaver, lips curving faintly.

So the Serpents wanted to test him.

Good. He was hungry.

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