Strange Occurrence (One shot Quest)

[Tyr Odinson]

Heres the Dealio.

Your character is helping a stranger. While helping the individual, you are swept on a whirlwind adventure with that person. Your life will be in danger, someone you care about will be threatened, and you will have to fight your way back to your own.

Rules and Requirements

-Must be at least 1300 words.
-Must be in danger at least 3 times.
-Its a one shot. Do not talk about another persons post.
-You must help a stranger, and take them with you on an adventure.
-Anything within the confines of our world and Xin physics is allowed.
-Any questions, PM me.

Rewards:

A choice: $1,000, an item or +5 exp. Put your preference at the end of your post.

BEGIN!

[Gilgamesh Magnius]

Gilgamesh opened his eyes, he was on the ground and someone helped him wake up.

The guy was snaping his fingers.

"Hey.. Karate kid." He said.

"KARATE KID!?"

Gilgamesh had sat up and looked around he was in the middle of a grass field with nothing but him and the stranger.

"you ok kid?" The stranger said to Gilgamesh.

"Yeah.. I am alright, just had a small.. nap?" Gilgamesh had a sharp pain in his head and he got up holding his head, nothing hurt more than that. that he could remember..

Last thing he remembered was sitting in class in 259, a bright light.. and here was here.

That was the weird part. Gilgamesh wanted to know what was going on as he got up and stood on his two feet and the stranger ran. Gilgamesh had watched him run and crossed his arms.

He shook his head and turned around to see a town and headed to town..

First thing you do in a Final Fantasy so might as well do it now.

When he got to town his Arch-Sword was at his side as he walked in, the town was dead and no one was around. Gilgamesh had looked around and started to walk into the town and had a hand on his sword's hilt and kept walking. He got to the Inn and walked in and no one was there and he walked to the bar to look around, it was tidy.. He heard the door ope and Gilgamesh turned to the door.

He had saw a person shaking and Gilgamesh walked over.

"Where is everyone?" He asked.

he got no answer.

"Hey, im talking to yo-" He was interupted by a lunge from the person that pulled out a lead pipe to hit him in the head to attempt to maybe knock him out or kill him.

Gilgamesh had knocked him back and Popped the sword out of the sheath and sent 3 slashes at the attacker and he dropped.

"What the hell?" Gilgamesh said as he ran out to see the street lined with them with someone over top of a building ordering them to attack.

"Just my luck" Gilgamesh said to himself. He turned his attention to a metalic wall and ran towards it with the crowd following.

He jumped and landed on the metal surface and ran up untill he got to the top and turned to a ladder that was going up. He looked over, 3 more ladders on the way.

"Resourcefull buggers." He said as he looked to the side he saw the guy from earlier being held up.. But he ran away from him.

Odd.. He ran towards the edge and jumped off, landing on the building next to him and punched the guy with the megaphone and grabbed the stranger and ran out of the town as fast as he could, the crowd didn't catch up and Gilgamesh was getting tired.. oh so tired..

He sat down and started to pant and the stranger started to talk.

"You ok Karate kid?" he said.

"yeah.. im fine.."


The guy started to act frantic and looked around. "Hey KK i need you to help me get somewhere, it's not far please?"

"Yeah, ok lets go."

"It's a city not to far from here."

Gilgamesh looked around and checked his equipment before he left and drank a bottle of water.

"An adventure it is!" He said with a smile on his face.

Just Gils luck.. a city with a long ways away for him. He got up and started to walk with the stranger as he walked to the city and felt the ground rumble and the ground fell beneith them and they landed and the stranger landed too..

Gilgamesh looked up and started to look around.

It seemed to be a gang hide out as people with chains were coming at them.

"This is just my luck,.."

Gilgamesh looked over to the people and cracked his kneck.

"Who wants to dance first?"

Gilgamesh put his hand up and waved to someone and they all looked at him.

"Get the smart mouth and leave the quiet one!" The seemed leader yelled and Gil had watched every run to him, a Few Jumped and Gilgamesh smiled and did the same and jumped into the air and grabbed one guy and spun around in the air and tossed him into a wall and landed on the ground Gilgamesh saw 2 guys come for him and he turned and dropped to his knees and tossed a rock at one as a distraction and elbowed him in the cheek to send him flying as Gil turned to the other one and kicked him in the chest as he came in to attack and Gilgamesh looked at the numbers left..

He took out 3, so... roughtly 10 left.

Gilgamesh saw the leader grab the stranger and Gilgamesh smiled.

He saw all the members form a line and moved forward and Gilgamesh looked up and ran towards them, jumped up and kicked a formation on the top so rocks would fall on the poor fellows under them.

Gilgamesh landed and jumped up as the members ran towards the door and turned.

"Hey, don't come out to play if your not going to put up a decent fight!"

He looked at the leader and the leader let out a chain that grabbed and went around Gilgamesh's leg which caused him to fall over and hit a wall, then the floor, when he got back up He noticed that guy come at him with a fist and Gilgamesh rolled out of the way as the guy punched and left nothing but cracked ground as Gilgamesh landed and saw him come in with anoher fist that hit air as Gilgamesh rolled to the left.

"Keep up with me kid." Gil said with a laugh.

"Stop moving so i can kill you!" The leader said and Gilgamesh punched the guy as he came in the jaw and he hit a wall.

Gilgamesh took two steps forward and started to do an air guitar.

"come on babes! lets rock!" Gilgamesh said as the leader got pissed, his head was flaming as he came in and started to run at him and Gilgamesh did an dive under the guy as he was going to punch and landed behind him and Gilgamesh landed and tossed his katana on hit and it him the guy, shooting the sword out of the sheath and heagrabbed it and lunged at him and hit him in the side of the neck, grabbed the sheath and put the sword back in and put it on his back again and moved towards the stranger who was almost shitting himself in fear.

He waved the stranger towards him and he followed, making his way out of the cave in a metalc hallway and he had to walk up.

He started to run and kept running up as the follower followed him towards the exit and he walked towards a door and opened it and as it opened a body hit the floor and Gilgamesh saw a guy walk by and he looked out to the city and kept oging as he wanted to keep going on his own but he looked at the follower and kept moving and follower did follow on the adventure.. more like fight-ture.

He cracked his neck and looked around as he tried to figure out where he was but that didn't matter, the follower looked around.

"This is the city, thank you kid sir. Please.. come to my shop with me."

The stranger left Gilgamesh and he followed.. untill.. A guy jumped off a building and landed on Gil.

Dazed Gil pushed the guy off and shook his head as he looked around and saw a metal part of a building and ran at the guy who got back up and used him as a stepping stone to get onto the wall, and it worked, Gilgamesh landed on the side of the wall and then he pushed off putting his foot out infront and kicked the guy in the jaw and pushed off and landed on the ground.

He walked out and started to the shop that the stranger was at..

"I am Kane Dauner." He said with a smile on his face. "You can have either.. 1,000 dollars, an Item or +5 exp that you can use for stats."

Gilgamesh thought it over and looked at the Items on the rack and kept thinking.

"Hmmm..." He said. "I will go for the Item please Kane."

(OoC:Proferably gloves if possible, also 1,453 words.)

[Kazuya Hikari]

Saturday night. Kazuya walked along the streets, his hands in his pockets, going nowhere in particular. He passed by all kinds of people, people who had finished work, people dressed in casual clothes who were shopping, tourists, heck, even couples. Yawning widely, Kazuya walked past the entrance to an alleyway, when he heard the faint sound of a metal clanging. Stopping in the middle of the entrance way, he frowned slightly as he caught the faint sound of someone's voice. "Let go of me! I already told you no!" Looking to the left, then to the right, seeing no one around, Kazuya slipped into the alleyway, sticking to the shadows as he quietly headed deeper into the alley, the voice started to become louder and louder, as he got closer, he could finally make out that it was a female voice. Crouching behind a dumpster, he peeked out from behind it and saw a girl was being accosted by a very tall, very big guy. "C'mon, give me a kiss. Then I'll let you go." The guy laughed, one arm wrapped around her waist, as the girl continued to struggle against his grip. "I said no!" A loud crack pierced the air, as Kazuya winced slightly from behind his hiding spot, the girl had slapped the guy straight across the face. "Why you little--!" The guy said, as he lunged for her. "Hey!" Kazuya barked out, having already emerged from his hiding spot as the girl had slapped the guy across the face, already in motion as he roundhouse kicked the guy's side, sending him reeling in pain.

"Don't just stand there, run!" Kazuya shouted to the girl, as he took her hand and guided her out of the alleyway, as the guy shouted at them through his agony. Reaching the entrance to the alleyway, Kazuya stopped, his hands resting on his knees as he caught his breath. "T...thanks..." The girl managed to say in between breaths, as Kazuya just simply waved his hand, unable to talk at the moment, as he took in a deep breath, and let it out, letting his heart return back to normal pace. "O...oh no!" The girl exclaimed, as Kazuya saw her search her pockets. "... What's wrong?" Kazuya asked, as the girl looked up at him. "My necklace... it's gone! That guy must've pulled it off in the struggle! I have to get it back!" The girl said fiercely, even as she began to cry. "... What does it look like?" Kazuya asked, as the girl looked at him in surprise. "I... it's a necklace with a tear-shaped sapphire pendant... why do you ask?" Ignoring her question, Kazuya headed back towards the alleyway, as he pulled his black overcoat out of his backpack, and pulled it on, the girl following after him.

Reaching the entrance to the alleyway, Kazuya eyes narrowed as he stared down the alleyway, unable to see anything down it. Motioning for the girl to stay close and quiet, he stepped into the alleyway, as he kept his guard up, sticking to the shadows. The sound of footsteps rushing up from behind him made his eyes flare as he whirled around, keeping the girl behind him as he evaded the baseball bat the guy swung at him. Ducking under the guy's arms, Kazuya reared his right arm back and fired his fist right into the guy's gut, as he dropped the baseball bat and doubled over, as Kazuya fired another punch, knocking the guy out as he crumpled to the ground in agony. Signaling to the girl, he continued down the alleyway, as she followed behind him quietly, the two of them barely making a sound. The sound of a war cry made Kazuya's head whip upwards as he saw another guy come hurtling towards him, this time with a machete. Pushing the girl to the side, Kazuya side-stepped and rolled to the side as the guy slammed his machete into the ground, pouncing towards Kazuya as he got to his feet.

Evading the guy's swipes with the machete as he moved backwards, the guy sent trash lids crashing to the ground with his wide swipes. Ducking down the moment he had the chance, Kazuya stuck his leg out and swept the guy's legs out from under him, sending him toppling to the ground, a sickening crunch heard as the guy's head connected with the concrete, knocking him out cold. Blood beginning to pool from under his head, Kazuya stood towering over the man, a fierce and intense glare on his face as he stared down at the unconscious form of the man. "Kazu!" The sound of a familiar voice made his head snap around as he saw a figure down at the end of the alleyway, holding a struggling... "Kyoko!" Kazuya shouted out, as he took a step towards her, only to hear the sound of a gun cocking. "Don't even think about it slick. Come any closer, you won't live to see another day." The guy taunted, as he pointed the gun straight at Kazuya. "You know who I am slick? Course you don't, you're dumb enough to take me on. I'm best gunman in my gang, The Black Arrows. I can shoot a moving target from a mile away." The guy laughed, as Kazuya's eyes narrowed in fury.

"Walk away slick, your pride may be shattered, and you might live another day." "Kazu..." Kazuya's eyes hidden in shadows, he stood there, his fists clenched up. "That's right slick, you can't touch me-- Hey!" The guy exclaimed, firing his gun as Kazuya suddenly running all out, straight at him. Crumpling to the ground, the guy chuckled quietly, before ending up in a roaring laughter. "He actually did it! What a fool! That's how foolish your little brother is!" The guy roared, as Kyoko's eyes were hidden in shadows. "... You're the fool Ein..." Kyoko said, as Ein stopped laughing and looked down at her. "And why's that Kyo-chan?" He asked, leaning down close and whispered in her ear. "... Because Kazu's overcoat is bulletproof." Ein's eyes widened in shock, as a lone figure rose up from the ground, the bullet that had impacted with his jacket falling to the ground with a dull clunk. "Wh... what!?" Kazuya shoot off like a bullet, as Ein fired at him, missing him by miles, he was too panicked, his shots were too wild. Reaching Ein, Kazuya saw him try to use Kyoko as a shield, who elbowed him right in the gut and whirled around, kicking him straight in the family jewels, his gun falling from his hand to the ground.

As he doubled over in pain, Kazuya followed up from behind Kyoko and slammed his fist straight into Ein's face, sending him flying backwards before landing on the ground with a loud crunch, completely out cold. Glaring down at Ein, Kazuya towered over his fallen form before turning his attention to Kyoko. "... Thanks Kazu..." She said quietly, as Kazuya nodded, before she turned and ran down the alleyway, waiting for him. Crouching down, Kazuya searched through Ein's pockets before finding what he had been looking for. "I'll take this back..." Kazuya muttered, as he straightened up and turned around, walking back to the entrance of the alleyway, where the girl he had helped was waiting for him. The moment she saw the necklace in Kazuya's hand, she sighed happily in relief, taking it as Kazuya held it out to her. "I... I don't know what to..." "No need." Nodding at Kazuya, she ran out of the alleyway and up the sidewalk, as he watched her go. He had close encounters with death before, but this... this was one of the more rewarding brushes with death.

(OOC: Total word count minus BB coding and this note, 1334. And EXP, Kplzthx)

[Vespyr]

Some days are born strange. Most often, one wakes up to the eerie slithering of trepidation through one’s guts, and chooses to ignore the ominous feeling. It is forgotten within a few minutes of the new day and things carry on as normal.

Vespyr found herself on a city bus that morning. Upon waking up from a particularly awful dream, she decided that today was the day. Today, she would go to San Luis Obispo, the city of her birth, and she would seek out her birthparents.

And once she found them, she would kill them.

It was a simple enough resolution, one that didn’t need much convincing, or planning, or preparation. She travelled light, with only a knife, a lighter, and a pack of cigarettes in her pocket. She knew she would be gone for a few days so she left some complementary food for the cats that frequented her abode. Other than that, however, there was nothing left to worry about other than getting there safely, and after that, being able to locate her parents.

If they were even still together. Had they been married at all in the first place?

As she gazed out the dirty window with glassy eyes, she found that there were many things she couldn’t remember, and she didn’t care. The details didn’t matter; she knew how the story went; and now, it was time to write the ending.

The bus jolted suddenly, causing everyone inside to sway uncomfortably. As Vespyr had been leaning her head against the window, she growled slightly as it rebounded from the jolt and thudded into the glass. The morning had not been a pleasant one so far. She sighed and sat up straighter, turning her head to peer coldly at the other passengers. People-watching on city transit was much more interesting than doing so on the street. It was easier to see the subtle nuances in each person’s demeanor when they were sitting with nothing to do, or cooped up amongst others.

Her gaze drifted across the crowded interior of the vehicle, pausing to examine someone here and there. A woman with a baby in the very back was gazing out the window, crying. Further up, an elderly man was asleep, his head banging against the window pane intermittently, looking quite dead. Across the aisle from Vespyr, two redheaded boys that looked her age were bickering over an iPod. She let her gaze linger on them for a moment, trying to see their faces clearly enough to see if they were twins. Eventually, they settled down but one had turned toward the window, and the other’s face was obscured by a man stumbling down the aisle.

Suddenly, the bus gave a massive lurch to right and Vespyr was thrown harshly against the window, barely having enough time to wonder what the f*** had just happened before the man in the aisle had fallen onto her. She struggled to shove him off, but as the bus continued to tip, his wait was upon her fully and she found herself trapped beneath him, flattened against the window. The sound of screams filled her ears.

But she did not panic.

She let her body go limp, and somehow managed to slither out from beneath the man as the bus continued to roll, overturning reality in those short moments. Catching her breath, she looked forward, out the window across the aisle—and was surprised to see only sky. The sound of startled screams had faded to the back of her mind as she gazed at the spectacle, still trying to figure out what the f*** was happening.

And then, in those few heartbeats that everyone in the bus was suspended in mid-air it was apparent.

At the edge of the view through the window, she could see the mangled front of a car hanging over the edge of the concrete bridge they had been passing over. The car must have collided head-on with the bus somehow, and sent them toppling over the edge.

Vespyr’s heart began to beat uncomfortably fast at the prospect that her trip had been compromised… and upon turning around to see dark water rushing toward the window at a frightening speed, the feeling of trepidation that had lay dormant in her gut until that fateful moment had sprung back into life, violently. The adrenaline in her blood had her teeth clenched together so hard that it hurt.

…But it’s not over, not yet.

She braced herself as the enormous vehicle plunged into the water, her fingers gripping the edge of the seat and her knees slightly bent to absorb the shock. The sound of fear was deafening; panic was in the air like a disease, and nothing could be heard but the chorus of screams and the eerie moan emitted as the bus collided with and tipped further into the water. Despite her death grip on the seat, Vespyr was hurled across the aisle by the sheer force of the impact and found herself face-to-face with two identical, frightened faces. The redheaded boys were wedged between the seats, holding on for dear life as the bus careened back in the other direction. Vespyr tumbled against them, squirming like a wet cat in an attempt to get herself steady. However, she found herself in more peril when she realized that she was wet.

She turned her head and gasped at the sight of an angry gush of water that roared into the vehicle, having torn its way through a shattered window and swept away the passengers at the back of the bus like an angry bull.

FUCK.

She clung tighter to the seat, and to her surprise, found that she was being held there by two pairs of identical hands. The three of them—Vespyr and the two redhead twins—held on for dear life as the rest of the screaming passengers were violently swept over and under and between the seats by the raging water that continued to pour into the sinking bus like a faucet of doom. Vespyr’s hand shot forward and yanked at the emergency handle on the window, beyond which the sky was still visible. Her hand slipped and she nearly fell –but the twins held onto her, and she shot her arm out again to struggle with the window. This time, she managed to jar the thing lose and she shoved the pane away, pushing off of the seat with her legs in one frantic leap for safety. Much to her dismay, however, the bus had begun to rock in the opposite direction—causing what was once sky and safety to become water and death. She held onto the windowsill as strongly as she could as the cold water rushed in from both directions. It surged through the opening that Vespyr was half-through, forcing her body backwards and nearly overtaking her.

Everything became eerily silent.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into darkness.

It was not the sort of darkness she was comfortable with; in fact, it scared her a little bit.

She turned her eyes upward, and saw the dappled light of the water’s surface.

She attempted to swim toward it, but found that she was stuck. Something was holding her back. She struggled toward the light, but the two pairs of arms were still wrapped about her waist, holding her in. Her hands frantically tried to detach them, but they would not budge; they were too afraid. Taking one last look at the glistening light above her and wondering if it would be her last, she slipped back through the window opening, grabbed the two redheaded boys by their hair, and smashed their heads together. Immediately, their grip on her loosened and she was free. She slithered through the window again and soared upward, bursting through the surface of the water with an enormous gasp.

Then, suddenly, she went back under the water.

She was swimming back toward the sinking bus, toward the window, and through it. Grabbing the two redheaded boys by their shirts and pulling their weightless bodies back through the window. Why? She didn’t know. She had been suddenly overtaken by the image of their identical bodies floating limp in the dark water, blood flowing from their noses and their eyes closed. For some reason, the image disturbed her and she couldn’t let it go. She kicked as strongly as she could toward the surface of the water, a redheaded boy in each hand, and found it rather difficult. She couldn’t reach the surface holding both of them. She sank back down again, toward the darkness.

For several moments she floated there, watching the bus sink further into the darkness below her feet. The sight of it chilled her to the bone, and she shivered. On either side of her, the twins were suspended limply in the water, blood trickling from their nostrils and staining the water around them red. Their faces were peaceful, and their fiery hair drifted placidly in the dark water. Inside Vespyr’s head was a mess; she knew she wouldn’t be able to reach the surface holding onto both of them—they were just too heavy. But she couldn’t let go of just one of them—they were twins, and for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to consider severing their lives.

She looked up again, at the dappled surface of the water, and then closed her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a jerk at her left side. Instinctively, she kicked toward the surface again, and found that this time, she had help. The three heads broke the surface of the water, and while only two of them were conscious, they had made it, and they were alive.

Swimming to shore wasn’t a challenge. The unconscious boy was carried between Vespyr and his twin and was dragged onto the hot cement that flanked the manmade river. None of them spoke. When the second twin finally came to, Vespyr regarded them both with empty amethyst eyes. She shivered where she sat, though the sun was shining brightly above her and the cement was warm. She was frozen deep into her bones from the sight of the bus sinking into the darkness; she couldn’t shake the image from her mind, and she didn’t know why, but it made her shiver. To her surprise, however, she felt a pair of arms drape themselves across her shoulders and another around her waist.

The twins sat on either side of her, holding her with gratitude, and the three of them simply gazed out across the water where the bus had drowned.

After awhile, Vespyr snapped out of her coma and rose to her feet, feeling around in her pockets for her pack of cigarettes, then growled and threw the waterlogged thing into the water.

Fuck the trip, I’m going home.

She turned around to find two pairs of wide eyes upon her.

“Thanks,” they said, simultaneously, to which Vespyr did not respond. Instead, she turned away from them, and with the irritated gait of a wet cat, she headed home.

Total word count, excluding BBcode, etc: 1,877

EXP, please :]

["Adam"]

He was on the island

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His world was a small place. He could travel from one end to the next before the glowing sphere could make it halfway around his world. His world was a quiet place. He could hear the ants march along the jungle floor. His world was a safe place. Most of those not friendly to him couldn't reach him when he went up into the trees. Not that he was calling the his home "His world", since how could one possess something that belonged to anyone and anything, however, he knew he was in a different world, and didn't know what else to call the world he knew other than his world. He could spend all day playing with his monkey friends. But...

He was in their world

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Their world is large. He does not know how to get to the ends. Their world was loud. He cannot hear the ants, nor does he see them as often anymore. Their world was dangerous. There were things made just for the purpose of hurting people, and there are no longer many trees to escape to. There were no friends here... Where is home?
John Miller was an old man, that is not always the best thing to be in workplaces. Though, that was even more so true in his profession. Being a proffessional assassin and old did not mix well. He was out of his game, and once he finished this last job, he would be able to retire. Though quitting such proffessions was never that easy. He needed help, someone he could trust, someone wouldn't talk. Someone who wouldn't... Then, he saw him. There was a young lad who seemed he wasn't all there, quiet, and looked rather strong. He could be the perfect help in his final job, or scapegoat if need be.

"Hello, young lad. Might you perchance be able to help an old man get his groceries"

The old man He saw did not look much that intimidating or aggressive. He seemed nice, even friendly. He did not grasp completely what the old man was saying, though he did comprehend the base intentions. He decided to follow this old man.
John didn't want to admit it, but he did like the company of this quiet young man. Perhaps if worst came to worst he may not be able to sacrifice this lad. John was getting too old, too soft. John didn't know whether or not this kid knew much about society, so just to make sure he was on his side, he decided a little bribe was necessary.

The old man brought Him to a place that reminded him of Home. There was nature, and many different friends. Though his friends were locked away, imprisoned against their will for the benefit of other people to watch and laugh at their misfortune. Had the old man wanted help to save his friends? He didn't know, though just watching these poor friends was making Him sad.
John decided to bring the lad to the zoo. After all, who didn't like the zoo? When they got there, at first the boy was happy, but sooner rather than later, the child began looking sad. What could possibly be wrong, is he hungry or something?

"What's wrong lad?" No response, the young man looked at him with solemn eyes. It seemed every time the child looked at each animal, he was getting more and more sad. Could it be? No...
He was sad that his friends were captured, just like him, and stuck in situations they didn't want to be in. He lost all reserve when he saw the monkey habitat. They were disgracefull, unable to do anything but fling random things at their captors, and the humans enjoyed it to an extent! They were lazy, had no motives to do anything. Then, He had an idea. He went around the habitat, and found the entrance door. The old man caught on immediately and thought there was no harm in letting the youth have their fun. They opened the door, and...
Drrring Drring!!!![/b]

The monkeys escaped, the alarm went off, complete madness. He was in his habitat. He was free, happy, content. He ran around with the monkeys. The old man tried to keep up. Eventually, however, several angry men began chasing them.

"I guess it is time we made our escape, lad"
They ran through the zoo, and back to the streets. Through alley ways, buildings, and streets until their pursuers finally gave up.

"We got rid of em lad, Fine work! Alright, you've had your fun, now it's my turn."

He followed the elderly man through an alley, or more into the alley, for they were stopped in the middle of the alley by three men in black suits.
"What do you fine gentlemen want with an old man like me and my grandson?"
"Don't fuck with us, old man. We know who you are."
The men pulled out weapons. These weapons looked like the "Guns" He had seen before. These were not safe. He wanted to protect this kind old man, leapt in front of him---
Bang![/b]

He was hurt. Hit in the left shoulder. Fell on the ground. This was unlike him, ordinarily he may have just run away, because he knew his friends could always run away too. However, he knew this man was old, and would not be able to run away. He had to protect him, keep him safe. He started getting back up to protect the man, but it was too slow.

These men were sent by his employer. Something doesn't smell right. John put his hands in his pockets, stroking his six shooters.

"What do you fine gentlemen want with an old man like me and my grandson?"

"Don't fuck with us, old man. We know who you are."

John began to unveil his guns, but was too slow. The men had already taken theirs out. He closed his eyes.

Bang!
He opened them. The lad laid down before him, shot. Had he risked his life to save an old soul like me? No time for thoughts. John aimed, and shot.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
He got up, ready to protect the old man yet again. Suprised to find the shots had not been fired by the three men, but in fact the old man. The three men fell to the ground, presumably dead.

"Sorry about that lad, I've gotten slow. I suppose I owe you some sort of explanation. We're not going to get groceries."
The old man winked, and began to bandage up his shoulder.
"I suppose since I got you into this I ought to get you out? Well then, let us finish this job."

He was hurt, but he didn't want the old man to get hurt either. He was going to follow this old man to the end of the earth, if need be. He understood the meaning of Loyalty. He then followed the old man through many underground passageways and alleyways.
They stopped at a building.

"Well, here we are. Try not to fall behind, and stick close to me, sunny."
He followed him into the building. It was dark. The air smelled of tension, of ambush. The old man pulled out his weapons, He crouched low to the ground while the old man searched the hallways. They got to a large room at the highest point in the building. It was empty.

"Were you by chance looking for me?"
A dark figure near the window turned on the lights, appearing as a large overweight bald man in a suit. With a large... gun
"This is the end for you, John. Give it up"
He leapt forward, pushing both his legs up from under him to his front. His feet landed on the large man, who in effect pulled the trigger and screamed, breaking through the window on the 6th floor of the large building.
"That was quite a feat, young fella. This is, however, getting too dangerous for you. Let's get you out of here."

John motioned for them to leave, and leave they did. With style. They owned the place, they conquered it. It seemed like the world was a much lighter and safer place once the unknown enemies have been defeated. Or so he thought.
Once they got to the first floor, they were met with a room full of armed men. What could possibly be done?

The men rushed past Him and John, on to their greater interest. These men were the same men that chased them at the zoo. These men were with the police. The man He had defeated happened to be on the most wanted list. Such people as Him and John were of no interest to them, they had to capture the man known as "Big Daddy" before he dissappeared to the underworld once again. Six floors? Big Daddy was sure to be alive, and making his mistake. Him and John quietly made their way back to the city park where they had met earlier that day.

"Well, it sure has been an interesting day, hasn't it? You don't talk much. I like that. Well, after all this much excitement I sure am looking forward to an end to this. It was nice meeting you...?"
A large smile appeared on His face. He opened his mouth, slowly forming his name and making noise.

"A...Da... Adam.."
The old man grinned, and waved as he walked away.


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[lockhart]

It was a windy night in the city of Long Beach, dark and dreary with the only real noises being the haunting howl of the wind. A group of people had gathered around a burning barrel in the shady cover of an alley, and it would seem that their intentions were less than pure. They were drug dealers, and worse than that was that they pushed their product on the youth that just wanted to have a good time inside of clubs and bars. They stood around the fire, each of them placing their load of drugs and money onto a shoddy table nearby so that their 'banker' could make sure that they weren't short changing their boss. All in all it looked like they had all had quite a successful night of dealing, as the banker couldn't help but grin as he counted the money and gave the rest of the drugs back to their respective dealers.

But what night of drug dealing could be complete without some sort of a ruckus going down between a bunch of no good drug pushers. A young woman came walking down the alley to where the meeting was, shaking from obvious withdrawals from whatever it was that she had been given earlier that night, and it seemed like she wanted more. Falling to her knees, she would start to cry as she gripped one of the dealer's grimy pants.

"What did you give me?... I said I wanted some X but I can't stop shaking now... I need more... Why did you do this to-"

The girl would be silenced as her dealer sent his steel toed boot into her stomach, laughing with the rest of his cronies as he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up to stand on her weakly shaking legs.

"You think I really care about you or any of those other whores that come my way looking for a good time? I don't, and I'll leave it up to you to figure out what you need from now on."

Letting go of her hair, she would fall backward and lay on the cold and dirty pavement of the alley, crying as her body began to shake even more violently from the combination of the pain and the withdrawals. The dealer and all of his acquaintances would laugh as they slowly walked past her, making their way toward the exit of the alley.

"Welcome to the underworld bitch. Have fun trying to escape the addiction."

The group was nearly out of the alley when a lone figure walked out and stopped in front of them. The immediate thought that ran through their heads was that they had been busted by the cops, but as their eyes adjusted they saw that it was just some young, well dressed male. He wore a tight white long sleeved shirt with an light blue wave design going around the torso and a gray vest handing loosely over his shoulders. His pants wear faded blue jeans with pre-tears in the knees, and he was wearing a pair of green and white slip on shoes. This was Percy Lockhart, a local artist and musician that worked late nights at a coffee bar downtown, and he just happened to be on his way home when he heard a faint cry of a female and the rude on unforgiving words of the drug dealer.

"Um... I don't know what's going on exactly, but I think you guys should help that girl out. She seems sick. We should get her to a hospital or something."

Percy knew exactly what was going on, as he had been watching from the rooftop right above the meeting area, but he wasn't able to hide his identity so he couldn't just go all out at that moment. He knew that getting involved when he wouldn't use his full strength probably wasn't the greatest idea, but he couldn't just let those drug dealers ruin a poor girl's life like that. He stood there, a worried look on his face as he ignored the dealers and stared over at the girl shaking on the ground. The group didn't really know what to do with Percy at the moment, looking at him in confusion before whispering among one another. Finally, the man that had kicked the poor girl when she was already down walked up to Percy and put his hand on his shoulder.

"You know what kid, you're right. We really should get that girl some help"

He would smirk as the rest of the group surrounded him and Percy, each of them gaining their own little smile and some even laughing under their breath. Percy knew where this was going, and so he simply braced himself for what was to come. The man would place his other hand on Percy's other shoulder, letting out a sigh and shaking his head before sending his right knee into Percy's gut. This launched him back a bit, stumbling to stay on his feet as his back ran into one of the other dealers. This one proceeded to push him from behind, causing Percy to fall onto his chest, as all of the men started to kick him while he was down. Percy immediately went into the fetal position, which made them burst out laughing as the kicking slowly stopped. They would then walk away from him, chatting among each other as the leader yelled back to Percy.

"Maybe next time you'll mind your own fucking business and just walk on home."

As they looped around the corner and out of sight, Percy would slowly push himself back up to his feet and brush off as much of the dirt that he had gotten on his clothes from being on the ground. He had taken far worse beating in his life, and he knew that he could have taken them if he really wanted to, but he just couldn't bring himself to fight while there was an innocent civilian watching him. He would walk over to the recently addicted girl, rubbing the more bruised parts of his body in an attempt to lessen the pain. He would stop next to her, kneeling down and pushing the hair away from her face.

"Are you okay? I'm here to help you. Can you stand up at all?"

The girl would slowly get up, grabbing onto Percy's arm to help pull her weakened body back to a standing position. Her piercing amber eyes gazed into his own as she smiled at him. He was about to ask her some more questions before she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly against her shaking body.

"Thank you... Percy."

As she spoke his name, the shaking in her body stopped, and before he could even react she stabbed a needle into his neck and injected something into him. With a quick kiss she would let go of him as his vision slowly started to blur, everything stretching and fading away as his eyes grew heavy. He would collapse to the ground, looking up at the girl he thought he was helping out as his vision slowly faded to black.

"Dam...mit..."

He would slowly regain consciousness, finding his arms and legs bound to a chair in the very same alley he had been knocked out in. The girl was sitting on the ground in front of him, he could make that much out through his blurred vision, and as soon as she noticed he was coming to she start talking to someone over to Percy's right. He would slowly turn his head to find a man standing next to him, and upon hearing his muffled voice Percy regained all of his senses.

"So, Charles decided to send you after me, huh Marcus? What, was he too scared to try and find me himself?"

The olive skinned Italian would shake his head at Percy's words, making his way in front of him before sending his fist at the side of his face. As it connected, Percy actually saw the wince of the girl that sat off on the other side of the alley. He took note of this, spitting a little bit of blood before looking back up at Marcus.

"You know that your father is a busy man, Perseus. He can't be wasting his time sifting through the trash to find you. Though I must admit, it was a lot easier for me to do so than I thought it would be. All I needed was a little damsel in distress."

He would look back at the girl that had so cleverly tricked Percy into thinking she actually needed my help.

"That little angel back there is my daughter Kaylee. Such an innocent name. Its a shame that the two of you never got the chance to meet. I think you would have gotten along perfectly. After all, she too tried to escape the life she was born into."

Marcus would let out his trademark evil laugh, almost like he practiced it everyday, before moving right next to Percy. He would squeeze his cheeks with his hand as he kept his face right next to Percy's. There green of the man's eyes was like a poison, slowly eating away at the soul of whoever looked into them. To imagine anyone could ever willing have sex with an oily snake like him made Percy sick to his stomach, but none of that mattered. Marcus would feel Percy's face tense as a smile grew on his face, causing him to raise a brow in curiosity.

"What could be amusing enough to make you smile in the situation that you are in?"

Without giving the man the satisfaction of a verbal answer, Percy's body would release the intense flames that he hid inside of him, burning Marcus' hand and nose and causing him to move back from Percy. As he let out a blood curdling scream, the ropes that bound Percy to the chair were incinerated, giving him the freedom to finally fight back. He would have the flames disappear after he freed himself, slowly walking over to Marcus who was now crawling away from him in fear.

"I take it my 'father' never told you about my little ability, now did he. If he had you would have taken more precaution in how you held me captive, and you definitely wouldn't have gotten so close to me."

Marcus would reach into his jacket and pull out a blade, but as he brought it out Percy would step on his wrist causing him to scream in pain and drop the knife. Grabbing the blade, he would kneel over Marcus with a saddened look on his face.

"I almost feel sorry for you. It seems like Charles didn't want you to capture me, but instead wanted me to kill you and your daughter. I really hate to knowingly do what that man wants, but I can't have you running back with information in order to save yourself..."

With only a moment of hesitation, Percy sent the blade into Marcus' brain stem, killing him instantly but leaving his body to twitch and shake for a few moments after. He would remove the blade from his neck and throw it over to Kaylee.

"I know you only did what you thought you had to in order to survive, but you don't have to follow his orders anymore. You're free, so go and make a life for yourself."

Walking away from her, he would make his way toward the exit of the alley, shaking his head at the fact that he had once again been blinded by the kindness in his heart. He would stop as he heard fast moving footsteps coming his way, turning to find the blade he had used to kill Marcus being stabbed into his right shoulder. He would fall back, pulling the knife out and looking up at Kaylee to see the tears streaming down her face.

"He may have been mean, maybe even a monster to some people, but he was still my father. You could never understand that because you never had your blood father in your life. I'm free, and I thank you for that, but I couldn't just let you get away with taking the life of the man that raised me."

Percy couldn't even look her in the eyes. He understood what she was saying, but in a different way. If anyone killed Charles he would hate them, but only because he believed that it was his right to do so. She actually cared about Marcus, even after all she had been put through, and so he would except his punishment.

"I take this wound in memory of your late father. Now go and live your life Kaylee. I've given you two chances to leave, I will not give you a third."

Kaylee would grab her father's blade and place it in her jacket, leaning down to give Percy a farewell kiss before running in the opposite direction and disappearing into the darkness of night. Falling to his back, he would cover his hand in flames to cauterize the wound in his shoulder so that it would heal during the nights sleep. He had escaped capture once again, but he knew that it was only the beginning.

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[Jayr Byrne]

For Starters.

It wasn’t out of place to be here this early, which was a relief. Jayr sighed lightly letting herself easily transpose from the entryway through the large opening doorway. Library hours did suggest that students preparing for their evaluations early that way when the tutors arrived on their scheduled hours the pair could easily single their way through whatever problems that would be lined out before hand. Hopefully this wasn’t just wishful thinking and Jayr could quickly single her way through a branch of problems before her tutor showed and gave her trouble.

Fretting hadn’t been her thing but stressing over some small evaluation that could blaspheme her records were. Steadily chewing a piece of gum out of the corner of her lips Jayr crossed the room passing by a small group of studious bookworms poised at the grindstone. Noses buried in books they didn’t even have the time to glance up until she was past their range of vision. Setting aside her books Jayr sat down peeling free her Sociology book and flipping through the pages hoping she would land on the answers page, that one single page described society and life, and everything in general. She’d stop at page two hundred and seven.

‘Life Sucks’

The words written in bolded letters forcing a timid laugh from Jayr moving a hand to her lips to stifle the noise as it rung in the small place. Well she certainly found her answer at least to the preverbal popper. She’d continue flipping through the pages as the span of time wore on, she read into the portions about teen suicides, deterrents to society’s goals, deviants. It was chock full of information and soon enough so was Jayr. A smile lighting her face as she felt she had things down to a near science, or perhaps even just a math considering that was more definite.

Her head would incline upwards towards the clock noticing the time; she’d been here in the library for what was three hours, a time span in which the tutor should have shown by now. A Concerned apparel as she pursed her lips fretting, her eyes taking a long gaze around the room to see if there was anyone here. Something was indeed horribly wrong. She crossed her arms. Jayr had been stood up.

Something unholy in her mind forcing Jayr to her feet and plastering the pile of books to her chest behind a taut grip, unrelenting and impassable. Her stride a flurry of angst as she made it back out the front doors turning the heads much quicker this time around as she bolted through the front doors the only noise from inside coming in a harsh ‘hisss’. The turbid motions of noise and light startling the residents abiding so heavily to their set of conformed rules.

Out into the world, a heavy weight that seemed a bit childish as Jayr embarked across the street and passing by an ally, her head would cock to the side with curiosity surveying the halls. The bustle of trash bins clattering against the floor, heavy breathing, and a weighted fist.

“Hey! Stop that!”

Jayr felt herself felling forward, the weight of everything falling forward unto her toes and the weight of her back everything holding her back feeling nothing there as she’d bolt forward her shoulder lowered into the man’s upper torso. The quick clash of bone and him falling back into the trash from which he was. His grizzled appearance looking up out of anguish and shock as his hands buckled in fear one to his waistband while the other clutched his collar bone which was heavily bruised possibly bleeding internally from the swift contact.

“Fucking Bitch!”

The grizzled man called pulling free a switch blade from his waistband flicking it into the open air in the space between the two. In that instant Jayr flinched. A freeze overtaking her but before long the feeling quickly passed watching as the man hunkered to move, his body weighing heavily onto the trash while he flicked his wrist more out of fear than any potential threat as his victim slowly pulled himself to his feet.

“You alright?”

Jayr would ask with a quick gasp noting the boy’s bruised and battered face. A large shiner buckled over his eye walking with a slow inclined pace gathering momentum slowly before falling to his knees. Jayr was barely quick enough to move in unison dropping as well to catch the falling boy in her arms. A quick scowl upwards at the man who looked to be attempting to get to his own feet only falling over backwards clutching his collar in intense pain.

Jayr’s cerulean hues would pick over the boy’s features pained by the expression he gave, one of exhaustion and fright looking as if he’d stood up and tried to fight evidently not well enough to measure as far as medal went. She’d notice of course that it was her tutor, the reason why he’d stood her up to be revealed quite evidently. She was glad for that much no more the raging bitch being felt rejected by someone despite it being on purely professional terms.

Jayr would drag him across the street with enough of an effort making it to a park side bench which rested within sight of the ally. The slight nerve pulsating in her neck reminding Jayr to retrieve her phone and call the police to arrest the mugger but quickly letting her eyes return to the dark hole and noting well enough that the grizzled man would be lumbering off. His hand still buried in his collar bone making a strenuous effort to escape. The occasional look back over his shoulder with a heavy wince as he’d feel the surge of pain coil up into his spine.

“Guh, Thank you. I..”

He’d start, slowly breath returning in slow gasps as his chest rose and fell normally his head dazed and looking about carefully towards the sky with a concerned position. First to the sky, then to Jayr, then to the library. All the motions seeming slow and then switching pitching on a hitch to become maddeningly fast like he had no control over his motor functions.

“Hold still, you probably have a concussion.”

Jayr would breathe lightly patting a light hand to his forehead softly to resist his motions any further; otherwise he’d be doing more damage to himself than could be manageably repaired. Her hand crawling into her shirt pocket pulling free a phone with her offhand and dialing emergency services.

“Hello, yes I’m at the public Library, a man’s been beaten to the point I think he has some pretty intense injuries could you? ….. Yes, Alright think you.”

Jayr would smile brightly quickly turning down to sit next to him in a relaxed state urging to remain position to dissuade him from moving around either. This was otherwise a fairly pleasant afternoon, she’d learned quite a bit but she couldn’t let him figure out. No he’d owe her.

“By the way you owe me a free session.”

Jayr would say innocently smiling before shrugging with a bright grin.

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Transfer Item Unlock.

[allen]

After he had surveyed his surroundings to make sure that the coast was clear, the man entered the underbelly of the city through an old utility entrance under the rising, steel-grated skeleton of St. John’s Bridge. As he ducked through an open section of chain link fence near one of the bridge’s main columns, he could see the bustle of traffic high above him roaring over the iron-meshed grills - black rubber tires created that comforting sound of ‘home’ as they poppped over the metal grates.

Once inside the small, trash-strewn, fenced perimeter of the concrete pillar, John scanned the area around him again. Seeing that no one had followed him and that it was safe to proceed, he hurried along through the garden of discarded plastic bottles, mouldy, sun-bleached newspapers, rotted boards, broken glass and used condoms until he had reached a small manhole covered with a rusted iron cover. Again, he took a look around and when he was finally convinced that all was safe, he lifted the cover off and slipped down into the darkness that led into the blackness.

John placed his foot on the first rusted rung of an iron ladder. The ladder was nothing more than a rickety series of iron strips sunk into the concrete wall that had once been used by the city workers decades earlier. When only John’s head remained above ground level, he held on to the top rung with a white- knuckle grip. With his free hand he pulled the cover back over the hole and continued the climb down until his feet were firmly planted.

As soon as John’s feet hit the cracked concrete of the old sewer tributary beneath him, he immediately went into a dead run, hoping that whatever he had just seen above ground would not follow him.

He ran through the dark sewer until his heart pumped acid into his veins, making the muscles in his thighs, calves and feet burn. He exhaled; his breath hung in the cold air like a rain cloud. Then he ran some more. He was lucky his instinct guided him through the darkness of these tunnels; he knew them like the back of his hand after living on, and below, the streets of this place for the last three years. Only when his body could not withstand any more of the abuse, did he stop for a rest on a dimly lit brick ledge under a grate. Above him through the metal grill the noon sun hung in the smog-filled, grey sky, and John could hear the bustling of midday traffic, the honking of angry car horns and the patter of pedestrians who went about their business above ground. As Trent sought to catch his breath, he eased back and rested his head against the crumbling, brick-lined sewer wall to relax for awhile to enjoy a cigarette that he fished out of the inside pocket of his denim jacket.

As he took in the first stale drag from his cigarette, he pondered over what had just transpired. Maybe he had just imagined it, hadn’t really seen what he thought he had seen in Cathedral Park only a few minutes ago. Perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Still, Trent had lived on these streets for three years. Down on his luck or not, Trent knew damn well that you have to keep a good head on your shoulders to survive on the streets - and whatever the hell it was that he had seen, it seemed real enough to him and he wasn't prone to flights of fancy or seeing things that weren't there.

The image played over in his mind again, burned into the backs of his eyes and he could still see it when he blinked - indelible. He wondered why it was that he felt safe down here in the ghost that was once a city, beneath the beast above that was New york; surely there was considerably more safety in the vast numbers of people on the streets, safety in the sunlight, safety in the day time, above ground, safety in reality and normality. But this was his reality, this was his normal, and this was where he felt safest.

That wasn't right kept ringing inside his head. It was something that should hide in dark places, something that had no place being up-top, on the outside, all the way up there with the regular folks.

He remembered all the old urban legends he'd heard over the years, things his grandfather had told him when he was a little boy on his Gramp’s knee and he thought the old man was 837 years old. He remembered stuff he'd heard at school - from kids and teachers, things he had overheard in coffee shops and bars, out on the street...and under it. Those were the worst ones - the one's he'd heard down here. And yet this was his home, this was the place he felt safe.

In particular, he remembered a story that Guitar John, one of the oldest guys who lived underneath the city, had told him when he first came underground. At the time he thought that maybe the old hippy who liked to talk to his own hand was just trying to freak the ‘new kid’ out as a part of John's rite of passage to acceptance in his new home. Still, the grizzled man’s story about a little girl’s disembodied head screaming through the tunnels un-nerved him due to the man‘s flair for vivid details. For weeks after that, John would move very cautiously through the tunnels on this side of the city, half expecting something from an old horror movie to jump out from every blind corner he went around. And when the old rusted pipes that ran along the sides of the tunnels would creak and emit inhuman groans that emanated from throughout the entire tunnel system, John's fear would erupt into a dead and blind run that led him haphazardly into sections of dark tunnels that were unknown to him.

Not too bright, nor brave for sixteen years old, but that seemed like a lifetime ago to Trent after being under the streets for three years. He was a man now, wily, street-wise, always ready with a broken bottle to slice into flesh if some newbie got out of hand down here and needed to be cowed.

But it was safer way down here than it was sleeping rough on the dirty streets and the filthy alleys of York. They'll fucking kill you for your cardboard quilt as soon as look at you, he was told by a stinking old drunk who turned out to be a famous writer once upon a time, but was now only notorious for being a hopeless drunkard. ‘Sit-ups’ they called him, on account of him having to sleep sitting up in order to avoid choking on his own vomit every night.

He had some chilling memories of being up top when he first got to new York. Memories that still made beads of cold sweat spider down his spine and a look of child-like fear freeze his gaze whenever he allowed them into his head.

Now, panting in the underbelly of the city like Jonah in the guts of the whale, he felt that way again - too young and too green to be here, the reek of nievety coming off him like stale sweat. He was a little boy again hiding beneath the covers from the monster under the bed, pissing himself rather than put one foot out and onto the floor in case some thing grabbed it, the teenager wondering whether or not to take the shortcut through the cemetery just to make it home on time or take the well-lit way and be roasted alive for being late.

They were all closing in on him now - all the things he’d ever had to live with or get over or deal with. All those things that he’d overcome to get where he was, be by himself, not bothered by anybody anymore. He was a non-person, yes, not even a government statistic, he was nobody. And he’d worked damn hard to become him.

John awoke, his eyes sliding open slowly to watch the events unfold. Why this memory returned to him in a blinking was far beyond him, but age and a wealth of knowledge was plenty enough to accept it. He stood, walking over with a lip to the man who now pointed a gun at a young child in an alley. He got closer, and closer. The man noticed him, turned the gun. He was there, before him, grabbing the wrist, snapping it like a twig. The scream of the man and the girl. She ran. Smart.

He kicked the guy in the chest before turning around, walking out of the alley without so much as a wave goodbye or a scoff. He limped along, keeping his eyes out for the girl who nearly lost herself. She was nowhere to be found. He turned his eyes to the sun, reflecting on his past once more while drinking in the warmth.

It was hard being him.

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[Vetis]

It was a dark and stormy night. The sort of night that soothed his mind and relaxed his spirits. Most people hated the ran but not Vetis. Something about the combination of rain, thunder, and lightning had always appealed to him. As he ventured into the slick inner city streets he found himself in a rather seedy area of town. A place not filled with bright bubbly eyed youths but filled with the dredges of the earth. It was here that he was approached by quite a distressed yet incredibly curvy vixen.

As she sobbed ever so slightly she made her approach towards the Vetis. “MR I am in a real bind here and I could really use your help.” She paused for a second as he knew the catch was coming. “Trust me it will be worth your while and I will see you get paid pretty good for it to.” Still on the edge of his figurative seat he would think to himself and here it comes… “We are shooting a porno in there and our male lead got a case of the crabs. I need someone to partner in a scene with me and we already did all the girl girl stuff. Completely dumbfounded he did not know what the hell to react to that. She wanted to pay him to make sweet, sweet lovings with her. JACKPOT!

Vetis with a dumb founded smile on his face nodded in agreement. He was still new in town and things had not quite happened yet between he and a certain ninja priestess. Not to mention he was living in her house and the chance for some quality Vetis time was few and far between. Plus her towels were so damn nice. He just could not bring himself to bury his children in her nice linen. Needless to say a man has needs and shit if you could get paid to help a beautiful woman by riding her like a wild stallion on camera, lets face it most guys would do that.

As she lead her way in to the basement of what he could only assume was her apartment she introduced herself formally. “Thank you thank you thank you so much. MY name is Tanya by the way.” Vetis just looked at her blankly. “Don’t talk much do ya big guy.” she smiled and continued to drag him into her lair of video taped love making. When he reached the “bed” area he saw what the problem was. The lights, the camera, the mic, were all being held by women. Had he only been here sooner to enjoy the girl girl stuff. No that would be greedy he was about to be paid to get down, get dirty, and get rough with a fine piece of ass who he could only guess was experienced and not shy about being on camera.

He sat on the bed legs crossed as he was awaiting her to get out of wardrobe. This was not going to be some sort of classy porno but the raunchy kind you saw on the internet. Yes he did not have to do any sort of acting all he had to do was sit back and enjoy. The prospect of Vetis coming in and being the “pizza man” had crossed his mind and amused him but this was much better. He could manage only to grunt but in a porno what else does the audience really want to hear out of the guy?

She came out into the room and said her name. She then began to tease and strip for the camera while he was off not being seen in the background. Eventually she and the camera shifted towards him and she began to do all the work removing his shirt and pants. “Well I was right to call you big guy before” she whispered before getting to work. As she pleased him only the way a porn star could he worried for a moment. He was in danger. In danger of getting the herpes. No he had noticed that pretty little mouth right from the get go, herpes: denied! After servicing him in a variety of unique ways that were just… just damn wonderful she removed her panties and got on top of him.

He was surprised at just how awkward it was to have a camera that close up but not wanting to look bad he gave a performance worthy of well, a porn star. They rode in unison, they switched positions. He hit it from the front to back. She screamed and moaned, he was not really sure if it was acting or not but due to male pride and that earlier big boy comment, coupled with the fact she had not once admonished him or made any indication other wise, he assumed he was hitting it pretty damn good.

Without much indication possibly due to her screaming, possibly because well he was sort of focused on what he was doing, he had not noticed the man who had come down stairs. He did how ever hear the “what the fuck is this all about?’ come from the mans lips. He could have sworn he heard the girl handling the lights exasperate the name “Chuck”

Chuck did not seem all to thrilled at the prospect of Vetis humping Tanya like the best of Animal Planet. Perhaps cause he was a seedy guy or perhaps cause this was a shady area of town Chuck had already had a gun on him. It was a Px4 Storm Type F Sub compact Beretta. Sweet little deal but in the world of firearms it was not anything to special. As Chuck prepared to aim and fire, Vetis was getting ready for his crowning moment of awesome. He had been hitting it raw and was ready for the pull out. As Chuck tried to steady his aim as not to hit Tanya Vetis did not aim and simply fired completely oblivious as to what the actual situation really was. In all fairness it was to damn good to really notice anything else in the room. However what happened next would make him much more aware.

Vetis was by no means Peter North but he got the distance today. He had completely missed Tanya and all you could hear was a slow motion “Nooooooo.” from everyone in the room as Vetis Jr, Tyrell, Ricardo, Tiffany, & all their dna brothers and sisters landed in Chuck’s eye, down his chin and partly into his open mouth. This caused him to pull the gun up and he fired towards the ceiling while screaming fuck it kinda stings, before he began to vomit profusely at the fact that he was just used as a sperm dumpster.

Tanya grabbed his hand while throwing on a long t shirt and Vetis grabbed his pants not having time to put them on. They ran out of the house with Vetis still dripping on the floor and flailing all the way. Running but naked through the ran with a barely covered porn star they made there way into the road where a car had to slam its breaks to keep from hitting them. The fact that the slick rain had soaked the road and he was completely naked running through the street probably explained why more than one car had to slam the breaks.

A thought had entered his mind as he put his pants on in an alley with Tanya keeping look out. Chuck slept with Tanya, Chuck had crabs. Vetis was in danger of having the crabs. Gun shots ok, car accidents maybe but the crabs… hell no. Vetis grabbed Tanya by the hand and the two made there way to the nearest free clinic. After a little while waiting it was Vetis turn, the Doctor swabbed his holy of holies and when all was said and done gave him negative marks on all the sexually transmitted diseases that could be tested on the spot. Tanya had also gotten tests but did not seem a stranger to this place. Maybe he was just being worried but having an itchy crotch in a fight to the death just would not do. Tanya handed him his money, $1000 and left him with a smile. “Don’t worry big guy, its still going to make it to video. Thanks for the ride.”
She handed him a slip of paper with a phone number on it. “Any time your looking for work give me a ring”
He considered this, it was a good lay and he did get paid. Perhaps Vetis would be the new face of internet porn.

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I would like to unvault Street Kings Necklace

[Katsuri Katashi]

The sound of the alarm droning in his ear was not what woke him this morning, rather, it was an hour too early for it to even attempt to bring him out of his nightly booze aided coma. It was the shaking of a frantic female instead, spread thighs across his chest and a set of claws digging into his shoulders, attempting to rouse him from slumber.

The blurred vision would not let him make out distinct features, but one thing was odd, the fact that she was here in the first place.. as no one was supposed to know that he even lived in the dump. *POW* Loud. So loud. The hangover had his sense of hearing a mess, and it seemed to have made matters worse as his eyes were now swimming.. *POW* The shaking was worse, and there was now a frantic voice whispering loudly near his cheek, trying to get him to get up.

When the beast finally moved though, it was a hand, and it snapped into the poor womans neck so quickly she did not even have time to react in shock before she was pinned against the wall of his apartment, face inches from his own and a rather pissed off look on his face. Screams and more loud sounds ringing out in the hallway.. he knew what that sound was now at least. Gunshots. He looked over to his door which was wide open and then back to the struggling woman whom was one the verge of tears. “Who the hell are you.. and what the hell is going on?”

There was a pause, and she got ready to speak, hands at his wrist trying to support her weight to ease breathing before she was cut off by him shouting at her in the quietist way possible.”Nevermind that.. no time for fuckin’ pleasantries. “ Another gunshot, louder this time, right into his door as a body fell in a heap just outside it. Closet was thrown open, woman still in tow by the neck, he grabbed his ‘get away’ bag, packed just in case his family ever came hunting for him again.

He did not bother with the door other then flipping bed up longways infront of it and heading for the window. He was too large for it, and thus some of the wall came down with them as they landed on the sidewalk below, his body cut up to some degree. He set her down, grabbed her hand, and proceeded to run off, the sound of bullets lighting up cotton behind them meant they were in his room, the last in the hall, and it meant they’d know whatever they were looking for(which he could only assume was the woman he was practically dragging) was not there.

The man did not stop running until the girl just could not take anymore, practically passing out, even though he was still roaring to go. He cut a corner into the alleyways, back until they were hidden enough to not need to worry so much about being seen. Still donning those boxers, the first thing he did after she collapsed into a seated heap to rest, was get himself dressed. The bag had two suits, folded neatly in their little dry cleaning bags. He put one one and grabbed out a set of what looked to be solid black knuckles, fitting o’ so snug on his hands.

A bottle of water tossed to the woman from the bag, he’d put on that vest, akin to the punishers on his chest, and toss her a similar vest without the fancy paint-work on it. “Put it on and don’t ask questions.” It was probably a little big for her given it was meant for a normal sized male (His own custom fitted) but it would at least provide some protection. It had been intended for anyone staying with him at the time.. which was unlikely as of late.

He put his suit jacket on over the thing and buttoned it up properly. The white of the face bled through where the white shirt should have been, the rest fading, where just at the curve where collarbone lay, that tie was resting snug in its rightful place around his white dress-shirts collar. “Now.. who are you?” Still shaken, she managed to stutter out her name to him. “Why were you in my room.. more to the point, how did you even manage to get in my room.. what with two slidebolts, a deadbolt, and the normal door lock?” Come to think of it.. he didn’t bother to look and see if the door frame had been removed.. although that would not have been an easy task to do quietly.”

She seemed to be at a loss for words, only holding out what looked to be some kind of laser pointer. He rose a brow. “What’s this thing?” Of course, she reassured his assumption that it was a laser pointer, except she put quite a bit of emphasis on the fact that the thing was extremely powerful. Said that she lifted it off some big wig at a pit fight. He aimed the thing at one of the brick walls near them and turned it on, watching as it punched a small hole about the size of a dime through the brick without any effort. “Holy..” He flipped it off and looked back to her, stuffing the thing in his pocket.

“Guess that’s how you got in.” *CLINK* A bullet ricocheted off the nearby fence post, several more following it with the loud sound of what had to be heavy duty firepower flying down the alleyway. “Fuck. Come on.” Tossing bag over his shoulder, girl on the other, the behemoth took off, kicking off the corner of a dumpster, bending it partly in the process, he brought himself up onto the fence, bending it in the same manner to make it up onto the low roof of a restaurant they were behind.

He took off running across the top of it and dropped down with a crouch following it to reduce shock and allow him to take off at high speed almost immediately. Those massive legs were working far better now that he did not need to worry about letting her keep up. Gunfire and a spray of bullets were coming from behind them, not to mention the sound of cars in the mix as he continued sprinting until he managed to find a big enough building for them to hide in, the sound of cop cars already on their way.

The highrise chosen quickly had him running up several flights of steps, switching over to one in the middle of the building instead with her, setting her down about twenty three floors up, slumping down himself bag beside them. “Guess.. this thing.. is important.” Out of breath, a nice loud huff, his own bottle of water produced from the bag and practically drained in all of two seconds flat, empty bottle with lid reapplied, was tossed back into the bag. He coughed slightly and sighed after, glancing over in her direction. “Listen. Do they know who you are? Can you manage to disappear?”

The girl just shrugged her shoulders. “I suggest you get out of town then..” He opened up one of the side pockets of the bag and pulled out what looked like several hundred dollar bills, probably adding up to about a grand. “Take this..” More gunfire.. fuckin’ guards had tipped off the people after them apparently. The bullets and yelling were flying up the steps. “Go up. I saw a fire escape on the side you can use to get down. I’ll take care of them.”

The giant got himself up and looked over the railing at what seemed to be quite a number of guys, a glance back to the girl had her flying up the steps. The laser was pulled out of his pocket and he aimed the thing down, hitting one of the guys right in the thigh, almost instantly chewing a hole through the top, then through his calf and finally into the steps before he stopped, causing him to drop and cause several more of them to drip, discharging their weapons and leaving an opening for the big man to run down at them.

By time he reached the group, they were recovering, only to have that eighteen inch foot come soaring into the chest of another, like domino’s sending them tumbling down, with him following after, stomping and stepping over the bodys as he went, making sure to press his heel down nice and hard on every hand he saw.. a broken hand had a hell of a time firing a gun now didn’t it?

When he hit the bottom, he practically flew out of the front door, bag in tow, running to the side of the building only to see the girl just barely disappear around the corner, heading off. That laser? It was dropped n the mess of men in the stairwell, and the big man was off in a different direction from her to make his own get away.

1547 Words - I'll take the EXP

[Lasia Able]

Tsubame had been locking up her the small shrine that was near her beach house. The shrine was small..nothing more than a small altar in a plain room but still it prevented her from getting homesick. After all she did miss her full shrine that she had had in New York but hey what was one to do. She was wearing her traditional priestess robes as she turned and leapt back a bit. There was a man standing there who looked like he was in a panic. Seeing that she saw him he ran at her. Before she had any time to react or just punch him in the face he would grab her shoulders and speak.

"Miss...your not gonna believe me but there is a NINJA chasing me"

Tsubame blinked a few times. Ok she had been expecting a lot of things but she had not been expecting that...no that one took her off guard. Now then the question was did she believe this man? She really did not...after all ninjas in California? She doubted it to be true but before she could say anything a kunai buried itself into the wall of the shrine.

"Oh come on..really..there really is a ninja?"

Yes there really WAS a ninja, in full garb and armor to be exact. The man screamed as he dove behind her. "You need to protect me!!! Please!!!" Tsubame sighed as another Kunai was flung at her. Snatching the one from the wall she spun as she did so catching the thrown kunai in her hand so when she finished the spins he would have launched both of them back at the stranger. the ninja leapt from his post and landed a few feet form her dodging the two kunai with ease. "Oh boy.." Tsubame took a step back her wooden sandals clacking against the wooden floor. The ninja took a few slow steps forward drawing his sword. Tsubame would look back towards the man and sighed. "Stay in here" she would suddenly dash forward sliding the doors of the shrine shut as she ducked under a sudden sword swing.

At this point Tsubame wished that she had kept one of the kunai to defend herself but there was nothing she could do about that now. She reached into her sleeve and pulled out the deck of wooden tarot cards she owned. She would leap back from as the ninja swung his blade again fanning out the tarot cards. She was still trying to figure out just what she was going to do with them but it seemed better than nothing at the moment.

The sword swung through the air but this time Tsubame moved a fraction of a second too slow. The blade cut her across her left arm causing her to drop the cards. Wincing she stood and rolled under another swing before she dashed off towards the house. As she ran she would pull a spare roll of bandages form her sleeve posket and wrap them around her arm stopping the bleeding. Why did she have a roll of bandages? Well...if you knew Tsubame you knew why..if not then shut up. Before she reached the house the ninja would land in front of her the sword swinging again but this time Tsubame had an edge. She still had her forward momentum and as such was able to ram the ninja into the house. The bad news? They both went through her glass door and landed in the living area.

Tsuabme would roll forward her mind already figuring how much it was going to cost her to replace that door forgetting fro a second that she had bigger problems. she stood as she looked around the room as she heard that the ninja was slowly getting up. her eyes fell upon a katana that she had hung on the wall. The blade had been given to her by Leon to be used to cut him down should he ever be out of control but for now she decided to use that weapon to defend her own life. She would dash over to the blade and would grasp the hilt spinning in time to block a sword slash with the sheath. She smiled a bit as she looked the semi-shocked ninja int he eyes before she drew the sword and in one movement took a slash at him.

the ninja fell back from the cut though Tsubame felt the blade get stopped by something that he was wearing under the robes. He would leap back as Tsubame stepped in with her sword swinging it down as she did so the basic slash predictable but effective. The man would block the slash with his own sword before she took a step back, then another as Tsubame would take a step forward the blade held in both her hands at a slight angle in front of her body. She was breathing hard now not used to fighting like this as it had been years. However she was pretty sure as long as she kept this up she would be ok and the man she had left in the shrine would be fine as well.

With every step that Tsubame took forward her attacker would take a step back. She was unsure what he was waiting for as he had not hesitated for a second before this but now..perhaps now that she was armed he was being wary s with her three swings she had shown that she had some level of competence with her blade. Either ways he was glad for the brief reprieve from trading blows as her cut arm though no longer bleeding was throbbing painfully. she would probably need to stitch it up when she was done here. Maybe she would have Vetis take a look at it. She would raised her sword slightly as the ninja tried to take advantage of her wandering mind the blades clashing before she shoved forward sending the man back a bit. He looked like he was breathing hard. Tsubame raised her sword slightly as she took a few more steps forward her eyes narrowing.

"Look i do not know who you are or why you were trying to attack that man but I'm going to say this. You have damaged my home, and you have wounded me. Not to mention you have stained my robes..these are silk." Tsubame would take a deep breath before she let it out. she would raise her sword and point it at him her eyes narrowed and her hair turning slightly red. "BEGONE WITH YOU" She would yell her hair turning a full crimson as the man's eyes widened and he would run off. "Damn.." Tsubame would clutch herself as pain wracked her body her hair fading back to it's normal black. "Project Valor..glad I escaped when I did..other wise this would happen far more often.." She took a few deep breaths before she walked over tot he shrine.. As she opened the door she was shocked to find that the man was gone, all that was left was a note and a bottle. "What the?" Tsubaem woudl kneel down and pick up the note reading it.

My Dear Priestess.

Forgive me for putting you through that but I had nowhere else to turn. Your fight has allowed my to escape without any harm to myself and by now I should be far away from here and safe from that man who tried to kill me. I do hope you did not get hurt too badly and i do again apologize for this but It had to be done. As a token of my gratitude I have left a potion for you. Drink it and you will become stronger...You take care of yourself young lady

The wandering Monk

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Tsubame set the note down and would lie down on the shrine floor staring up at the ceiling. "What just happened?"

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Exploring the city meant also checking into the local hospital as it was likely that Kiyoshi could be frequenting this very establishment in the near future. He made his way through the halls without much resistance, though the more sensitive areas were closed off to anyone who was not hospital personal. Nothing to spectacular that would make it any different from the one in New York... until he can across a small where a small frail little girl could be heard weeping. Now most would think Kiyoshi uncaring enough to walk by without a second thought but with the open door and none noticeable people around he decided to find out what was up. Inside he saw the girl... tiny, pale sunken skin, and no hair, obviously she was in terrible shape.

"Hey..."

"Oh! Hello... um, what brings you here?"

She said in a rather polite tone that also held the same weakness as her figure though a surprising strength and an overwhelming sadness. Kiyoshi strode calmly in, noting all the machines, which seemed to dictate that she wasn't long for this world.

"I heard you crying... figured I'd check out what was up? By looks of it you aren't doing so well."

The girl hung her head slightly before gazing back up at him with a smile that braved all her strength.

"Considering I've had a very aggressive cancer since I was six, I think I'm doing quite well thank you."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

Kiyoshi stood there and stared for the longest time. She was older than him? She looked so small... but he guessed having cancer for fifteen years would probably stunt your growth, especially with all the treatments. He walked over to the bed to get a good look at the body of cancer to put it morbidly. One might think that she would be offended or angry but she was shockingly okay with the inspection of sorts.

"So... why are you crying now?"

"Well... you can only fight for so long. My time's almost up and I just think... I've never really had a life outside of hospitals..."

She said in a very matter of fact tone, which was surprising again as most of the people Kiyoshi ran into would be playing things much closer to the vest. However when death has been at your heels for so long maybe you just can't be bothered to care what people know. He had seen death before, many gruesome in content, but to think that she had been held prisoner to survival bothered him more than anything in the past. After a long pause he turned to her and smile lightly.

"We can change that."

"How?"

"Hang on."

With that Kiyoshi made his way into the hallway and grabbed a large bin where a floor's dirty laundry would be kept before returning to the room. He urged her into the bin, which she only followed upon the promise that he would give her the chance to live whatever was left of her life. After that Kiyoshi wheel the pin to the elevator while people began to panic as the machines reported no heartbeat and the first nurses and doctors found an empty bed. With the hospital on high alert it would be difficult to get out without being caught... caution was key. Kiyoshi had to locate the dump sight for the bins, then find the nearest exit, which was of course guarded by a security guard. Thinking quickly, Kiyoshi said he saw some sickly girl sneaking around down the hall, which the guard went to investigate and soon the two were outside... free.

"It feels so good to be outside. Thank you so much... I'm Brinn."

"Kiyoshi... now what do you want to do on your day?"

"Shopping for actual clothes would be a good start. Heh."

With that the two jailbirds took to Kiyoshi's motorcycle and made their way through the Long Beach streets to the nearest clothing store at a snail's pace to make sure that she did not fall off. Once at a high-end clothing store, Brinn began to try on everything... no exaggeration when saying everything. All the while Kiyoshi gave his opinion here and there about how she looked, knowing full well that paying for this would take away a great deal of his money, the only opinions that matter were of the girls working there. It was easily the most generous time of his life. After several hours, Brinn found her outfit and the two departed for the next destination that she picked out.

That was of course to get something to eat. Again Kiyoshi opted for something higher end as this could very well be her last meal and should be something worth remembering. Once there Kiyoshi order some of the finer food and instructed the waiter to inform the chef of the woman he was cooking for. Being a bit of a cook himself, Kiyoshi was usually well liked within the restaurant community thus the food was expertly done and the chef even came to speak with the young woman. The meal took another couple hours of the day, which was no bother save that the police had gotten involved in the search for the girl. An officer who had come in contact with Kiyoshi years earlier was on the case and ready to crush the former assassin.

Before the two escapees could move to the next destination a patrol car spotted the motorcycle and the officers entered to find the targets. Noticing the interlopers, Brinn started to reside herself to the end of the day. However Kiyoshi wasn't going to let it end that easily. He spun and flipped the table at the two cops before scooping up Brinn and sprinting out the door with an apology and promise to pay later, which he would. Once outside, Kiyoshi revved up the engine and informed Brinn to hold on with all her might as they sped away to escape. Having never traveled that fast, she screamed in fear and excitement as the wind blew by them at a dizzying pace. As they went, Brinn picked out the next place... a walk on the wild side.

So Kiyoshi pulled up to a dive bar that was out of the way of the main procession of people and not a regular target for the police. They spent several hours having a drink, as in singular, playing pool, and smoking. There was no telling Brinn that it was bad for her... she hadn't much time anyway, in a sense nothing could really hurt her. Kiyoshi found it amazing that no matter how drunk the fool or stupid the story, Brinn was listening with devout attention. Perhaps it took facing the end for someone to truly appreciate the smallest things in life. For all his bluster about living life to the fullest... he couldn't compare to her in this moment.

Alas as with most dive bars, a fight broke out and no surprise it involved Kiyoshi. The drunk he'd just beaten in pool was furious and trying to beat the crap out of the youngster, though failing considerably. Yet, Kiyoshi couldn't get the guy to stay down... without help. Brinn came up behind the man and smacked him in the back with a pool cue, which did nothing considering her faltering strength. However it did distract him and allow Kiyoshi to land a haymaker of a blow that sent the drunk reeling long enough for them to sneak out and be on their way.

This time Brinn was in front and driving, though Kiyoshi shifted and made sure that everything went as smoothly as possible. Her expression reminded him of the first time he got to ride... the exhilaration of it all was unmatched and it showed. Eventually they pulled up to a deserted part of the beach as the sun's last glimmers of light began to dissipate beyond the horizon. The two took a seat on a bench and began to watch the sky change.

"So... how'd you like your day?"

"It was great. Truly great."

"Well, anything else I can do before we get back."

"Actually... maybe one thing but it is embarrassing to tell someone you're age but... well, I've never... even had a kiss."

Kiyoshi turned a blinked, though it wasn't shocking she hadn't more so that she was willing to bring it up. Granted Kiyoshi was experience with the mechanics of intimacy having been part of a few parties that lead to parties of a more X-rated nature, though he'd never cared about any of them... barely recalled their names due to the drugs. However as much as he admired her spirit and ability to truly live life, he didn't have those feelings for her. Only one person had really entered that realm. After a few moments of thought, Kiyoshi gave into the demand. He took her frail form in his arms as the night continued to keep in and gently placed his lips to her.

An eternity seemed to pass before the two broke apart, Kiyoshi soon hopping to his feet ready to move forward in getting her back to the hospital while the sounds of sirens approached. Meanwhile Brinn simply sat there a peaceful silence. Her eyes staring out toward the horizon as the embedding it within her very soul.

"I think its time we got you back."

"... no."

Brinn spoke with an upbeat tone that was truly disturbing given the circumstances. Kiyoshi stood there silently watching her, well aware of what she was thinking and paying no mind to the fact that he would be blamed for her death. Luckily the detective arrived with the parents in tow in his car. They curse at Kiyoshi while sprinting to their daughter while the detective grabbed hold of the young Japanese man.

"Brinn, sweety, we need to get you back to the hospital."

"No, mom... its okay."

Brinn went on to tell her parents of the day she had, the experiences minus the kiss, and how happy she felt having a shot to actually live like most people did everyday without a second thought. In doing so she absolved Kiyoshi of any wrong doing, eventually bidding her final goodbyes as she faded into the night. The detective released Kiyoshi and called to inform the coming ambulance that Brinn had passed away. He then followed Kiyoshi over to his motorcycle as the student prepared to leave the somber scene.

"I guess you did something good... but watch it. Now that I know you're here I got my eye on you."

"Sure thing, Officer Crawford."

"Now go home..."

Kiyoshi nodded slightly as he got ready to depart. Something seemed stuck inside him, an unfamiliar feeling only felt once long ago... he choked on it pausing his procedure for leaving. He turned his head skyward, long black bangs hiding much of his face as he did so. The detective noticed the pause and waited to see what was going on.

"It's a terrible night for rain..."

"... it's not rain-..."

Crawford had looked up at the clear night sky when Kiyoshi mentioned rain, of course seeing no clouds puzzled him about the comment. The reason he cut short the response was right on Kiyoshi's still upturned face when Crawford looked back down. Two slender streams of water slowly rolling down the Japanese boy's cheeks. Crawford nodded slightly...

"... yeah... it is."

With that Crawford went to check with the family and watch for the ambulance. Meanwhile Kiyoshi finally composed himself long enough to head off on his motorcycle, not at the break neck out of control speeds he usually did but a steady cruising speed. A gentle smile coming over his face as he watched the city pass by, the wind wash against his face... it was like riding for the first time again.

{OoC: 2015 words. Exp please}

[Mr. Kaar]

Since this is like 2 months old, I'm gonna take it over.

This will be closed by the 27th of this month. For those of you who chose exp, go ahaed and add it, for those who chose the cash it will be added shortly, for those who chose an item, please PM this account titled "S.O. Item".

Thank you.

[Roth O'Roak]

Long Beach California. Now this place was nice, it reminded Roth of San Diego and of course Chula Vista. Roth enjoyed those memories, it seemed like it was so long ago, but to Roth it was only just a few short weeks ago. He was still a fugitive, although he saw nothing in the papers or on the new he knew, someone, somewhere was looking for him. Hunting him.

The Bostonian looked up to the sky from a top the local Long Beach strip joint, 'Jungle Cat'. It was Marcus' place. A man he met through his savior Esau. Roth took a nice long drag on his smoke. Nothing like some good old hash to start off the day. A large noise was made behind him. There was Marcus, a tall black man from Inglewood. He was breathing heavy, and looking like a wreck.

"Fuck man, what happened to you last night?"

Roth took a nice long drag on his smoke, then flicked the roach off the side of the building. HE looked back to Marcus who was regaining his composure. Fucking Marcus...always causing trouble.

"I'm in some shit man. Some serious fucking shit! I need your help man."

Roth looked at Marcus with a skeptical look. Roth wasn't all too high, but it seemed like Marcus was through the fucking roof.

"Woah, slow down man. What's up, whats going on?"

"No time man. Just come with me."

Marcus motioned franticly for Roth to follow. Roth let out a heavy sigh, and looked to the sky again. So much for a peaceful day. Roth followed his friend down through the 'Jungle Cat'. It wasn't a bad place really. It was nice, well kept. Marcus could normally keep his shit together.

They both arrived in the garage behind the strip joint. This is where Marcus kept his cars. His personal baby was a black and white patterned Honda NSX. Roth didn't know the year. The there was Marcus's gift to Roth. An orange Toyota Supra. Roth loved the thing it was so damn nice.

"Alright man, just follow me down to Inglewood."

"Inglewood. Fuck man. Why the hell do we need two cars?"

Marcus didn't answer. Both men got into their supped up sports cars and drove off, Roth following Marcus. Driving through the pedestrian filled streets of L.A. they eventually made it to Inglewood. A really shitty part of town. A lot of hardcore gangsters, gang bangers, you name it. This was the projects.

Roth followed Marcus up to an old run down apartment building. It was full of cracks, boarded up. Looked like a breeding ground for the love child of AIDS and Syphilis. Roth followed Marcus out back where they met Jim. (Roth's stranger he helps.)

Jim was a large fat ass black as hell mother fucker. Fucking Double D size man tities, and rolls bigger than Roth's head. YEt there was something familiar about the large black man.

"Roth, this is my brother, Jim."

Thats why he looked familiar then. Roth made a small laugh at how big Jim was compared to how lean Marcus was.

BANGBANGBANGNBANGBANG

All three men dropped down to the ground. They were getting shot at/. By the sound of the gun shots they seemed to be a pistol. All three men crawled in desperation to a nearby rock wall.

"What the fuck man?!"

"I told you this was some deep shit!"

"I didn't think I'd be losin' my life for some shit!"

Jim sat there silent with a scared yet pissed off look in his face. The fire soon stopped. They all looked at one another. All of them using hand signals and nods agree to make a run for the cars. Jim ran out first, then Roth, then Marcus. They all jumped behind Marcus car. The shots fired back up.

BANGBANGBANGBANG

All three of them had just dodged a nice deal of bullets. Marcus snuck around to the trunk and popped it open. Inside were an AK-47, an RPG, and a sawn off shot gun.

"Where the fuck you get this shit man!?"

"I'm from Inglewood mother fucker, I know how to get everything!"

Marcus passed out the guns. Jim was given the RPG, Roth the sawn off, and Marcus took the AK. They waited again for the cease in fire as Marcus cringed at the sound of bullets slamming against his car.

Silence filled the air. Two dogs began to bark. All three men burst up out of hiding and started shooting. Marcus sprayed cover fire all over the place. Roth jumped forward to get to his car while getting off a few shots at an old brown Cadillac where he assumed the shots were coming from. Then JIM, that big ass mother fucker aimed for the same Caddy and shot off his rocket blowing the living hell out of it. Marcus dashed into his car and started driving. Roth hoped in his Supra along with Jim.

"What the fuck Jim!?"

"You don't know Inglewood. I can tells you how to go. Take a left out here."

Roth pissed beyond belief listened to Jim, shifting his car into drive under the rolls of fat. And people say Burger King don't to shit to nobody.

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Roth and Jim traveled all across the city. They were out of Inglewood, but now he was sure they were lost. For Roth that was the last time he listen to a black man with down syndrome. He forgot his phone at Jungle Cat, so they were fucked. Roth tried to look around for a sign of where the were. Then he saw the walls of graffiti saying East L.A., Viva La Mexico.

"Watch out!"

Jim screamed out loud making Roth's ears bleed and the collided with an old El Camino. Shit. About four Mexican gangsters hoped out of the back of the El Camino. They looked pissed. Roth just looked at then nervously...then Jim decided to flip them off.

BANG! BANG!

Much cheaper and ineffective hand guns this time, but the busted up Roth's windshield and struck him in his right shoulder. Out of pure adrenaline Roth put the petal to the metal trying to escape the Mexicans.

A small car chase had formed. Roth's Supra had speed and agility, but Roth had been shot good in the arm. It was a very bad shot, but the bullet was lodged in his arm. Jim was freaking out now. The panicking fat ass flailed around hitting Roth every now and then with his tit.

Roth raced off as fast as he could while still trying to focus. He made it onto the highway which was a good thing. Jim calmed down and Roth could now get focused on what to do about the bullet in his arm.

"Fuck man. I can't go to a hospital. Fuck!"

"I think I can help."

"The fuck you mean help me?"

"I'm a med school student. If I had some thread, pliers and alcohol I could fix you up."

Roth looked on in disbelief. How the hell had his life fallen into the hands of Jim, the big as negro who had had to save twice. Roth looked to him in sadness, desperation, and a hope he was joking. Roth pulled off the next exit.

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Roth and Jim were now in a parking lot. Roth had a bottle of petrone in his hand taking a swing about every 10 seconds. Jim was going through the trunk looking for something to fix Roth up.

"Well, I found some pliers, I can clean those up, but I couldn't find any thread. What I could do though is sear your wound shut using the gun powder in the bullet from your shotgun."

Roth fell back sitting on the passenger side seat, his legs firm on the ground. He was breathing heavy. HE took one last large swig from the petrone and then gave it to Jim with a nod. This was dangerous. IF Jim fucking coughed or sneezed during this he'd rip up Roth's insides, nerves...fuck.

Jim doused the pliers in the Petrone and went to work. Roth stripped off his shirt and prepared him self, biting down on the petrone cap and clenching the leather seat.

In went the pliers, wrenching and tearing Roth's flesh. Roth bit down hard on the cap. Jim clasped down on the bullet and yanked it out slowly against Roth's muscle and tissue. The bullet was out, now Roth was breathing again. Jim took out the shotgun shell and broke it open pouring the gun powder all over the wound. A tear dripped down Roth's face.

"You ready? 3...2...1"

"FFFFUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"
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Choice: 5 exp

[Mathew Amtrum]

Freedom was still growing on Mathew, for so long he was locked up he didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. It wasn’t like before where he had followers and plans, everything he had was in ruins. So he walked. Nowhere in particular, he just walked to get out of his small cramped apartment. He was trying to make sense of things, decide what he wanted to do with himself. Sure the answer seemed obvious, start where he left off and rebuild. He did want to rebuild, he liked the idea of being in power, of having control. Yet part of him loathed the idea of starting over, for what? What did it get him in the end? Nothing that’s what, oh sure he could argue about how it wasn’t his fault, but in the end everyone had deserted him. Maybe things would be different if he chose to use his abilities for a more positive goal.

That’s when he heard it, the sound of a woman screaming. Snapping out of his thoughts Mathew looked up to see what the commotion was. A man, probably in his early twenties was running away from the scene, a blue purse dangling from his clenched fist. Mathew ran up to the scene where the woman was sobbing.

“Please someone help me! That man stole my purse!” The woman cried out as best she could between sobs, tears and snot running down her face. Something was moved inside of Mathew and he decided to help.

“Come on.” He said grabbing the woman by he arm and pulling her along after the purse snatcher. He saw the man looking back seeing the two of them on his tail. He watched as the man pulled out a gun and pointed it at some guy sitting in his car on the side of the road. Before he could get there the thief was pulling the man out from his car and driving away, there was no way they could catch him on foot.

“One second.” Mathew said trying to think. On the road next to him was a motorcycle with enough room for the two of them. No keys but that wasn’t a problem. Hopping on to the bike Mathew pried open the panel and hotwired the car. Moments later the bike was roaring and ready to go. “Get on.” Mathew ordered, the words coming out like a bark. The woman must have been in shock because she did so without hesitation. “Hold on.” Mathew commanded, and again the woman did as he told her.

No sooner were her arms wrapped around her did Mathew take off on the bike after the purse thief. Mathew was reckless on the bike, always was. Thankfully he knew how to use one as he used to own one. It had just been a while since he had driven one.

Weaving in and out of traffic, he didn’t heed what side of the road he was on as long as he was closing the distance between him and the purse snatcher. With their lack of helmets and the speed they were traveling they were in very real danger of dying if Mathew lost control of the bike or if they got blind sided.

Those thoughts didn’t enter Mathew’s head. He was feeling reckless, he was searching for purpose. At this moment he didn’t care if he died. The woman behind him had different thoughts. She screamed at him at the top of her lungs. Wailing about how they were going to die. That she didn’t care about her purse and praying to whatever God may or may not be up there that she would make it out of this alive.

“Don’t worry, I am a great driver.” He yelled back trying to reassure her as he made a sharp right turn still following the car with the thief in it. The sound of blaring horns drowned out the last of Mathew’s sentence. Gritting his teeth Mathew excellirated, the woman clung to him tighter sobbing in to his back, they were getting closer to the car, all of a sudden Mathew had to swerve out of the way.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

The man in the car fired three shots, Mathew was barely able to get out of the way in time, the bike spinning down another street as he tried to stop it. It was almost enough force to throw Mathew and his lovely companion off the bike and in to a car window. Coupled with the fact that the thief meant this was far more dangerous than Mathew had anticipated at first. He felt the girl trembling behind him, to afraid to let go even with the bike stopped. That was probably very fortunate as Mathew wasn’t about to give up just because the guy had a gun, after all he was the Earth Dragon, he was bullet proof. Even if the girl behind him wasn’t.

“Oh he is SO going down!” Mathew yelled as he sped down the street again, he would have to play catch up once again, however it would be dangerous trying to do it like before, he was going to have to try and cut the guy off. So he sped off down the street he turned to, taking a right turn at the first intersection that he could. He could tell he wasn’t far off because he could hear the commotion a few streets down from the guy speeding and swerving through traffic, only he didn’t have the luxury of being on a motorcycle with a woman screaming in his ear.

“Could you stop screaming for five minutes!? You are making it very hard to concentrate!” Mathew yelled back to the frantic woman who was in all likely hood regretting asking for help at this point. His words caused her to shove her face in to Mathew’s back trying to muffle her screams, he could feel her fingers digging in to his side.

Making another sharp turn he made it to the street that his would be purse snatcher was coming down. He could see the commotion rapidly heading toward him. Swerving the bike on to the side walk, people jumping back and yelling trying to get out of the way Mathew would stop the bike. Kicking down the stand he hopped off and looked for something, anything that he could use to stop the guy from getting past him. Unable to find anything he knew he had no choice but to do something very dangerous and stupid.

Watching as the car came speeding down the street Mathew ran in to the middle of the road, watching the car as it cam hurtling toward him like a bat out of hell. Mathew imagined that they locked eyes for a second before he started running to the car, it was a game of chicken. The guy had to think that he was insane, everyone did. But Mathew knew something that they didn’t. He was the Earth Dragon, he used to brag that he could get hit by a car and walk away from it. It was time to prove it.

The man wasn’t afraid of Mathew and showed no sign of stopping, and why would he when he had tried to shoot Mathew only minutes before. Jumping up Mathew hurtled to the car, landing on the hood with a loud bang, he slammed in to the windshield cracking it almost to the point of shattering. Mathew rolled back almost off the car, but his hand reached out and grabbed the bumper of the car. He was being dragged against the ground at who knows what speed. It hurt, he wasn’t going to lie, if he was wearing normal pants they would likely be shreds by now, but they held. He just didn’t know how long they would hold. Reaching up Mathew pulled himself up on to the trunk of the car, holding on as best as he could as he climbed to the top of the car. He had to stop it.

He worked his way to the windshield on his stomach, holding on for dear life, his fist clenched he punched through the glass, shattering it once and for all. It rained glass on the man in the car and he heard him yell in surprise and pain as the glass cut him. The car swerved and Mathew was thrown off of it, right in to the display window of a clothing store, taking the display maniquins to him to the ground.

Thankfully they broke his fall a bit, or it would have been worse. As it was he hurt like a bitch. He felt his Qi energy sapped and knew that it would no longer protect him until he rested. Not that he was going to need it. The car had crashed as well, he saw the smoke rising from the engine and heard the blaring of the horn. The man was out cold on the horn, the car had crashed in to a light post, which was now leaning, the weight of the car the only thing that kept it from falling over on top of it.

Slowly and with effort Mathew made his way to the car and snatched the purse from the man, he didn’t bother taking the guy out of the car. He didn’t give a flying fuck what happened to him. He just wanted to get his good deed out of the way so he could go home and lay down wishing he could die.

It took a bit of time, but when he got to where the bike was he found the woman talking to the police, probably trying to explain everything that had happened. He wasn’t about to risk going to jail for stealing a bike, so he would wait a ways away and watch, wait for them to finish taking her statement so they would leave. And when they did that’s when he would approach them, worse for the wear, shards of glass having cut his face and hands up pretty bad, but in his hand he had the woman’s purse.

“Here… you go…” He said with labored breathing. He was in a lot of pain, the adrenalin worn off he felt the extent of his beating. If he was anyone else he doubted he would be able to walk at all. Hell he might have died if he was anyone else.

The woman was stunned, she hadn’t expected to get her purse back or to see Mathew alive after the stunt he had pulled. All she could muster was an astonished thank you, which Mathew waved away as he turned his back and began to trudge home.
“God now I remember why I don’t do fucking good deeds. More trouble than it’s worth…” He said to himself wincing in pain as he gripped his side. It was going to be a long walk…

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