Jackie was fucked up. His ears rang from him recovering from such an awful crash. His eyes fluttered open, feeling the pain surge through his body. He looked at the mirror, or what was left of it, that fell down, revealing Jackie's bloody face. His face was covered in blood, his bandana was soaked in it. He crawled out of the car and desperately leaned on it to lift himself. He looked up, ten floors, staring at him almost mockingly, and the elevator was a death sentence. As he walked away, using the car as a crutch, he heard more bikes and shouting Korean outside. The fight wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
One of the Seoul Men reached the crash site, aiming to shoot at the half-dead vigilante. Jackie fired into the general direction of the hole to distract the group long enough for him to get some energy and properly start to run away. He ran upstairs leaving a blood trail. The Seoul Men rushed after him. On floor two he saw there was a gate separating floors two and three. Jackie ran in, shut the door, and slipped a nearby metal rod in the middle as the Seoul Men blindly shot at an escaping Jackie. More commands were shouted as Jackie crossed floor three. At floor four, the Seoul Men used the fire escape outside to reach UV faster. As Jackie reached the floor, he barely dodged a bat swing from a thug. He charged at the man, pinning him to the wall and prying the bat away. He swung at the assailant, cracking him over the head with a satisfying thump. With his head leaking blood, Jackie finished it by swinging downward, busting his head open like he was slugging for candy.
Another Seoul Man popped out of nowhere, tackling Jackie to the ground. The bat skittered away as the man dragged Jackie up and drove him head first into the metal guard rail overlooking the apartment. Jackie was seeing double, already reeling from the night's events so far. The Seoul Man picked him up, preparing to do more damage, but Jackie kicked the thug in the dick, making him keel over, and grabbed him by the neck to toss him over the railing. He would probably survive the fall, but he was out the fight for sure. As Jackie crawled to floor five, the Seoul Men were getting desperate. They began climbing to reach UV beyond using the fire escape. Jackie was so tired he needed just a break. One second. No such luck. A Seoul Man reached him as he used the railing to catch his breath. He climbed up and grabbed Jackie, attempting to make him fall. At the same time, there was another gang member crawling through the fire escape. Jackie pulled out his pistol, shooting the last of his bullets to kill the enemy, his lifeless body slumped on the fire escape. Focusing on the grabber, He used the butt of his gun to bash his skull in, making him fall and hit the bottom floor with a sickening splat.
Jackie was panting, sucking in as much as he could, but he heard all the yelling. They were coming, an army fighting one man. He hurried up floor six with little issue. He was limping at that point, the adrenaline could only mask so much pain. Walking up to floor seven, A Seoul Man was waiting. He popped up and drove his foot to Jackie's chest, making him tumble down the steps harshly. He groaned softly, not even having the energy to yell. As the Seoul Man walked down to beat on Jackie more, he countered by grabbing him and making him land back first on a step before collapsing to the floor. Jackie didn't care if he died, he just needed to leave. Reaching floor seven, he reloaded his pistol. Reaching floor eight, two more Seoul Men popped out of the window, and two more reached that floor by climbing. Only two had guns, Jackie used the last of his strength to drag one over the railing to use him as a shield. The remaining men tried to get an angle, but it was too late. Jackie kicked him over towards the group and ran up to floor nine.
One more guy popped out, grabbing Jackie by the throat and dragging him towards the railing, slamming his knee into Jackie's ribs, causing internal bleeding. The guy was yelling at his friends, most likely a command to hurry up before Jackie slipped away. And that he did, grabbing his knife and sticking it right in the man's gut repeatedly. He keeled over, making it perfect to drive the knife right into his right eye. It certainly killed him, but Jackie slammed his head on the railing with the knife in like a nail to a hammer. The knife exploded through the back of his head, bits of blood spraying on Jackie even. He pulled the knife out and finally walked up the tenth floor, rushing to the rooftop. He stumbled on a wall, using it for leverage as he looked for any escape. The only thing he could see was the subway. He had no choice. As the Seoul Men ran out to look for UV, Jackie scaled the building down, using a flimsy pole to slide down slowly. The idea would prove shitty, as he reached the fourth floor the piped whined and cracked under his weight sending him tumbling into the trash below.
Jackie had no time. He crawled out, his body broken, his mind fractured. The docks. He had to reach the docks. His vision blurred thanks to the blood loss, but he found a way to sneak to the stairs leading to the subway without trouble. As he walked down, a Seoul Man saw him and yelled out from the rooftops. Jackie, making a mess of blood with each step, walked as fast as he could. He hopped the turnstile, wincing at that even, hearing the army running toward him. He headed down, shooting at anyone who was fast enough to catch up. A train was there, thankfully. He jumped into it practically, crawling for cover as the doors closed and the Seoul Men chose to shoot at it. The train accelerated, leaving Jackie catching his breath for just a second.
Blood was already pooling as he got up, grabbing a pole for support. Nobody was there. It was a graveyard shift. He found himself with a new problem. They know exactly where Jackie is going, and where the train was stopping. When it stopped, he was sure to face a firing squad. He had to talk to the conductor. After mindlessly walking and forcing his feet to push ahead, he reached the man he was looking for, an older black gentleman. Jackie spoke to the scared conductor. "When we reach the surface… Stop the train."
"What? No way."
He pulled his glock out. Not aiming it at him, but showing it. "There's going to be a gang waiting for me. You stop there, we're dead. I need you to reach the outside and stop the train."
"Fuck," The conductor said. "Fine. Sit tight. It's not gonna be long."
Jackie walked back to a regular cab, collapsing on the seat, catching his breath for a second.
But the night wasn't over.