Derek Keats, muscle mass manipulation.

Manhattan, Derek's ring.

Derek dabbed his face off with a towel while patting the backs of his usual trainees, thinking they are coming along nicely. The hours of operation might be over, but Derek remained, walking along a wall to take a gander at some nostalgia, all of his victories in the ring. He was a UFC fighter, ever since he was young, seeming to have a natural talent for fighting and was tougher then any person that ever challenged him, he knew he was different.

This if course led to a major UFC fiasco, blaming Derek for steroid use, he accepted the accusation, not wanting people to know that he was able to control how dense his muscles could be.

*BOOMF!*

Derek looked over to where he heard the strange noise from, only to see a large figure in the shadows near the cage, red glowing eyes. Derek merely took a step back over near his managing desk, a fighter's look in his eye. "Hey look man..Cage is closed..You're..Going to have to come back tomorrow alright?" He took a grip onto the desk, his fingers digging into the oak.

"You know...I was a cage fighter once..." The figure spoke in a low voice, inhumanly low. He walked through the shadows, keeping the same distance from Derek but walked on over to a photo of Derek and his old trainer. "People say it is a blood sport, a petty game meant to entertain adrenaline junkies..And you know what? They're right.." The figures hand reached out from the shadows, a pale hand with long nails traced along the frame of the old photo. "Especially when the fighters are...Special...Right Derek? You would know all about that.." The figure turned to look at Derek again, stomping on over to him, and with much hesitation, Derek picked up the desk with ease and smashed it over the figure's face, turning on the lights by accident in the process.

Light would reveal a seven foot humanoid with pale skin, Leech. Leech looked back to Derek and wiped the small trail of blood from his fanged mouth, only chuckling and grinning. "What the hell are you!?" Derek became even more dense and went for a jab to Leech's stomach, which the warrior just snatched Derek's fist mid-air and crushed it. "I..Am evolution..You? Are dinner.." Accompanied by Derek's screams, Leech picked him up over his head and dug his nails into his back, starting to rip him in half.

No matter how dense Derek became now, the wound was already made, and resulted in him getting ripped violently in half. What happened next was Leech absorbing the two masses of gore into his flesh like a sponge, bringing his arms close and grunting from the inner pain it caused. But finally, Leech looked over to his arm with a grin, a simple thought made his flesh clearly denser, more resilient.

"Now this will come in handy..." Was all Leech said as he left the gym, blood spatters everywhere from what was left of Derek Keats, the first victim.