Prologue to the End

[Quest Character]

The Slight of Hand
Theme: Marilyn Manson - Res Evil Soundtrack

259 was a breeding ground for his sort. Yes, he'd been to other schools plenty of other cesspools for this type of business but public high school #259 was ripe with opportunity. A rich smile crossing the White horseman's face. Pale in complection matched with his otherwise dark attire, a long black trench coat pockets filled to the brim with merchandise, the rider was content with his position.

At the back of the school he lurked behind the rear wall.The stench of hampered plastic and left overs these children dumped after their luch was otherwise 'finished'. The rider lifted his nose to it out of plight, spoiled little brats. Then again what would his consumer base be without snotty little rich kids indugling in a little "afternoon delight."

A ringing chuckle filling his lungs as the boy hunched over taking a courageous look around the corners to make just assured he was alone.

"Psht.."

The low whistle of his teeth and tongue matching to create the small noise as there was no reaction only the stale humid silence left between breaths.

"Phsttt."

A ragged eyed compatriot of sorts peeling himself away from the school side institution, his eyes buckled to the ground as he did so, body plastered to the wall as the snake like man otherwise slithered in towards Conquest.

"I wanna buy some death sticks."

The haggard breath chocked out already sounding as though he'd gone through a box of them already. The cold smile running through Conquest lighting his eyes with a cold malice and yet a fiery warmth to the man. Though the rider was but a freshman caught up in all this he enacted as his demographic's guiding hand, their voice as he kept them from acting out. So in essence was more of a good to the society in his eyes.

"This time it'll cost you." Conquest began with a paced beat, his hands first retreating into the wide pockets of the coat grabbing a small black carton, no advertizement or warning labels on the branded packets just a black box with the etched in large letters on its front, 'Death Sticks'.

"$150." The master curator would suggest un empathetic for the boy's blight.

Eyes reamed with red scraggly lines as his hands patted himself down searching for the answer to his release. Each moment passing by increasing the veiny features that'd etch into each bulging orb. "I..I'm spot out."

The boy looked desperate as Conquest turned a figure away looking onward past the garbage bins as though his long time customer was lesser than that very bin stinking of a weeks worth of rubbish. "Conquest please... I beg you... I..I I can get the money for it, theres this kid, I sit next to him in biology. Please."

The Rider would turn with a faded grin. "Well why the hell are you still here?"

As though a gun pointed to the boy's head he would dissappear without a second to consider the difference. Edmund. Insignificant, but hooked.

A satisfied grin on Conquest's face enjoying his duty to this school a bit too much.

* * * * * * * * * *

Minutes later, as classes filled up Edmund was particularly aggitated. His leg tapping at the tiled floor, his hands sweaty and balled gripped at the tables edge without a sense of ever considering to let it go. A mad look in his eyes prapared to snap as he waited for his target to enter.

Melvin

Sadly attention for Edmund too was poor as he only took note of the boy's first name labeled on his backpack and the amount of cash he sported in his wallet. Otherwise to Edmund the boy did not exist. Like a panther lurking upon his prey Edmund became an unnatural calm. His body tensed to deliver the message as his foot stopped and hands lightened sliding slowly to his sides.

"Today class we're to learn about the periodic table...."

'today I find release'

"What class is the symbol on the periodic table for gold?"

'today I make it for freedom'

"Thats right Jill, can you tell me what Silver is?"

The slinking made up to the boy's back, Edmund standing over him like the boy's very own shadow ready to suffocate him in the dark.

"Edmund SIT DOWN!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"

The boy lurched out in pure rage smacking the poor nerd across the face forcing him into a fetal position of tears and wallowing clasping at his shins for defense. All the while Edmund snatched up the purse of cash falling from his pockets and would lurge out the room in a hurried sprint knowing no one could catch him, that freedom from the pain in his skull would be moments away.

[Brad White]

Another day and another annoyingly dull lesson had just started. While Brad pretty much ignored the teacher and wrote random word on to a page of paper. Idea's for song lyrics that he was hoping might improve upon later. His guitar in it's back case sat on the ground next to him. It was only tolerated because of a note one of the music teacher had given him, wanting one of his most talented students to grow no matter where he was.


"Edmund SIT DOWN!" The shouting of the teacher cause Brad to look up suddenly wondering what the hell was happening. Quickly Brad looked around the classroom and saw the other student. With a powerful smash one student attack another grabbing something that had fallen out of the hurt person pocket before rushing out of the classroom.

"Hey that doesn't belong to you!" Brad shouted after him standing up out of his seat with speed. "SIT DOWN" The teacher shouted at him but Brad ignored it. He knew random theft and violence happen in the school but for it to just happen right next to him made his sense of good will rise up.

Without thinking Brad dashed toward the door jumping over desks rather then go round them and chased after the guy who had just left. "Get back here you stupid thief." He shouted as he ran after him. Brad really hadn't considered what he was going to do when or if the man did stop but he didn't think it was right for someone to get away with such a act so damn easily.

Thinking back he wished he had grabbed his guitar before leaving. If someone could just knock someone down and steal something what was going to stop someone stealing the guitar while he wasn't there. With a glance back over his shoulder to the classroom, Brad decided that Steven wouldn't care if the guitar was stolen while he was trying to do the right thing. His cousin once remove the previous owner of the guitar was a honorable person and would understand.

[Date Masamune™]

"That run. It's the swagger of a guilty man."

Shugo would speak as he approached from the end of the hallway. He walked towards the one that he assumed the gossip called Edmund. Texting was amazing was it not? Information from one side of the school could reach the other. And thankfully high schoolers weren't exactly quiet when it came to gossip and news.

At any rate, the Ex-Knight of 552 would continue to step towards the one called Edmund from down the hallway. Approaching the half way mark the boy would break out in a sprint. Fight first, ask questions later. That was the policy he decided to go by, at least for this situation. Something seemed off about this boy... even Shugo could tell that by looking at him. The boy would shift into a slide tackle as he approached the thief, aiming for the boy's ankles.

"Why did you steal the money?!"

As he enclosed the space between himself and the boy, Shugo would shoot his right hand up towards the boy's shirt in an attempt to grab it. If the grab succeeded, he would discontinue the slide and shoot up to grab the boy's right wrist with his left hand. If the grab missed, the boy would just continue on with the slide and attempt to hit the boy's ankles and knock him over.

[Deleted]

Unlike the other two good Samaritans in the hallway, Kiyoshi had not been privy to the actual crime nor had he received the information from some gossip. No, when he entered the hallway all he saw was some kid running from another guy and Shugo, which oddly put him more toward siding with the one being chased... anything to piss off the pious one. However as thick-headed and stubborn as Kiyoshi could be he wasn't a complete idiot. The sunken eyes... noticeable irritation... cold sweats, though not readily noticeable at this moment... Kiyoshi was more familiar with that state then he would ever wish to be...

A soft sigh left the former addict as he watched Shugo go in for his slide tackle while calling out the man's crime. Kiyoshi couldn't help but think the entire effort was futile in so many degrees but at least he now knew what the druggie had done to incur this wrath. Despite his feelings on the matter, he would merely stand aside and let Shugo's effort be taken to their conclusion. Once that was accomplished, be it successful or not, he would make his presence known with a few simple words.

"Why waste such effort on a mere tweeker? Let him go and follow him to the source... its obviously why he stole the money."

Again Kiyoshi was not a complete fool, especially when a matter he had personal experience with was at hand. Drugs... years of abuse and three trips to rehabilitation institutions had given him plenty on this matter. Additionally what he said was true... if they wanted to snuff out the problem they would have to let this guy go and follow him to wherever he was buying the junk.



{OoC: I need to proof read more... -_-'''}

[Jayr Byrne]

In the Dark.

As far as the situation unfolding went Jayr was a bystander, at the other end of the school shut off from most telecommunication as she was good at keeping her gossip under control, let alone she was lacking a steady group of girls to chat with. As for her gaggle, they were about. Jess at the computer lab downloading miscellanea information to the computer to prove a point for her teacher failing her. The end result of which Jayr didn't see but didn't stop. Josh was probably at the library constructing the ever growing wall of texts at the hands of minimum wage.

As for Archie and Alice. The pair were strictly unseen for the most part. They had a good way of keeping under the radar when one wanted to find them. Jayr now sat at the back of the school far enough away from the conflicts in the halls erupting to be kept out of it.

Her lips wrapped around the base of her pen chewing at it as she contemplated what to write for her English Essay coming up around the corner. The soft release as she tapped the notepad slightly vexed about the whole scenario she was given. Something controversial that was under attack in California today.

"Hmmm...."

[Quest Character]

"Get back here you stupid thief."

Hollared another voice, but neigh he'd not be stopped by mere petty fools, the voice in his head pounding at the temples instructing him on wild eyed to ignore the kid taking chase behind him no doubt coming short as Edmund hurtled at an amazing speed. Now that he had his cash Edmund would be free of it all, free of the world that'd so inclined to put him down and he could revert back to before that day. Eyes flurried with dismal visions of his girlfriend dying in his arms. Insanity reaching its peak.

A shadow emerging in front of his vision, walking, just walking at a deliberate pace. Shuddering with each pounding step against the gritty tiled floor Edmund picked up speed his eyes widening and arms enveloping openly to extend his frame to take up what was most of the hallway. Small and lanky Edmund looked manageable but what he lacked in shear bulk he made up in speed an endurance.

"Maria!"

The sinister call to meet the man in his path before the quick precise movments combined. The shadow turning into a sprint in his direction charging a full onslaught as the shadow opposite broke into a slide tackle. The sick grin on Edmund's face as his towering lanky body came upwards bounding off his feet and driving his right boney kneecap into the boys face unabated by the striking movement and continuing on past Shugo as though nothing had happened, the blow delivered and otherwise taking flight once more.

"YOU CAN'T STOP ME! AHAHAHAHHAHA!"

His sickened laughter ringing in the halls as they were left in his wake.

* * * * * * * * * *

Conquest decided to sit. No sense in spending useless energy interloping about the school for potential marketeers, judging by the rate of students loosing their sanity here he'd have a bustling market. Whereas many had decided aggressive movements he was far more passive when it came to this school.

His amethyst eyes would slowly chase about the back bumping into a pretty young lass. Though he felt unamused, she didn't look the type to endorse in drug abuse and the thought of converting her outweighed his energy levels for today.

His eyes would narrow before sneaking up on her taking a position to the side leaning against a wall casually before pulling free a death stick.

"Care for a smoke?"

He'd say casually enough lighting the thing and taking a long puff as he awaited an answer. He really didn't have time for games so for the time being this was just casual. Patience abating upon when Edmund would drop by with his twitchy self.

"YOU CAN'T STOP ME AHHAHAHAHAHH!"

As if one que the madman would spring from the back doors quickly hustling onto their position, his lanky arms sagging and swaying with each drawn out step quickly smuggling his arsenal towards the location.

"Conquest, I have it I HAVE IT!"

The dark chuckle illiciting his foul deed, though it made no matter to the White Horseman, he was a man of business judgment was unbefitting of him.

"I see, well then I suppose our transaction is complete after all."

Conquest would announce disregarding present company as he slide forth a needle, a bag, and a box towards his friendly companion as the other hand retrieved the folded bills. The fool had paid more than it was worth but he was still too cracked out of his head to realize it.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew had a headache, he wasn't used to the noise anymore, the sound of students clamoring away, gossiping over who fucked who, and who was beating up who. Most of the names slid past Mathew as babble, now and then a name popped up that he vaguely remembered, Shugo, Leon, David. Even when those names popped up he ignored them, for now at least.

He just continued his way through the hallways, pressing his fingers against his temples slowly massaging them as he walked. So much had changed, he felt like a God that had fallen in to a slumber only to awaken and find himself mortal. His kingdom destroyed by the passage of time and only the faintest remnants of his legend remained. Allies and enemies seemed to have moved on, he wasn't sure what his place in this world would be, or if he even had a place anymore. All he knew for sure was he needed to get away from the chatter.

Turning left down the hallway he made his way to the back of the building, knowing that aside from kids that snuck out to smoke it was normally quiet. Approaching the dull metal doors that lead outside he pushed one of them open with a rough shove, the fresh air from the outside assaulted his nostrils, the scent of garbage causing him to grimace as he stepped outside.

The first thing he noticed was that he was not alone, a few students seemed to be out here, though what drew his eyes was the twitching mess that was once a student. It was clear what was going on, a drug deal. He watched as the calmer man handed the student a needle, bag, and box as he took the twitching kid's cash. His mind flashed back to a familiar face, Linda, one of the Dragons and a drug dealer. He thought back to the gang war and how they tried to cripple her drug trade to stem her gang's funds. He couldn't help but wonder if there was something deeper going on her beside a drug deal.

He had no way of knowing of course, he had been gone too long, he no longer knew all of the movers and the shakers in the school. The politics and the gangs, he had to reconnect his information network, find out what made the city tick now. Where the lifeblood was flowing from. Without information he would take no action, for now at least. He would simply lean against the brick wall leaving the junkie and dealer to their transaction.

"Reaper?" He asked the assumed drug dealer, inquiring if the drug he was selling was the reaper drug, or if it was something new, or at least new to him.

[Kenin Katashi]

He heard a name, much more than that... he saw what looked like a drug deal. What looked like a REAL good drug deal. Not shit you could get off any other provider, and let's just say.... hypothetically, that Kenin was very interested in knowing what the fuss was all about. So he rode up, ignoring the other boy who was there. And instead simply taking out his wallet. He was straight to business. He pulled out several twenties, what added up to around two hundred dollars.

"Give me whatever the fuck you gave him," He said holding the two hundred to whoever this conquest person was, "And just tell me the side effects, I don't care if it fucks me up, I just want to know how it'll fuck me up ahead of time." He added, it was always good to know. He wasn't going to nark, he was rather cool. Besides, you couldn't really judge a cripple completely wrapped in bandages asking for drugs to be any sort of knight in shining armor.

In fact, it was kind of the opposite, Kenin's soul was soiled. It was stained, it was impure. Not that he gave two shits about purity. He'd fuck a five dollar whore over a virgin any day for the experience. Virgins were more for.... the conquest of it. God you have to love puns like those. "So how about it?" He said, pulling out a cigarette with his free hand, raising the box to his mouth to pull out a cig before placing the box back and pulling out a lighter.

[Brad White]

Brad pounded his legs at the highest speed he could but dragged behind Edmund. He wasn't really much of a runner and being short didn't help either. As he continued to try and keep up the chase Brad saw others up ahead as if trying to block the way. Suddenly Edmund picked up a even greater pace and broke his way through before still running off, his laughter carrying back down the halls behind him.

Brad didn't really have the speed or the endurance for all this running but it would be pointless to give up now. He was probably already in trouble for leaving class to chase Edmund even if it was to get back what he stole. The only real choice was to get it back at least then when he got in trouble, he could still be proud in the fact that he had done the right thing.

Forcing himself to run regardless of the slowly building pain in his legs and his lungs demanding more air to make up for all the effort. He kept going, passed those who had also tried to stop Edmund and keeping up just enough to keep the speedy boy in sight.

The back doors were up ahead swinging as Edmund seemed to leap through them and start begging to someone outside. Brad caught up to the door and saw how the man handed over drugs for the stolen money. With a glance outside, Brad took notice a few others who appeared to also be interested in what was going on.

"HEY YOU." Brad would announce himself from the door a loose arm pointing at the drug dealer. "That money is stolen and I plan to give it back, so hand it over!" Brad ordered putting his other hand and gripping the handle of the door he was by.

[Deleted]

There's an old saying around the streets of South Central, actually not far from where they were, that you can never catch a crackhead. That was proving to be true as the fiend slipped away and bolted for the exit. With a shake of his head, Kiyoshi followed more casually after the fiend knowing that one of the racers would be able to find out where the guy was meeting his dealer and frankly if it was off school ground, Kiyoshi probably wouldn't give a shit. If some of the students wanted to fuck up there lives on junk then fine... go die in the gutter. An odd attitude from a recovering addict.

Eventually Kiyoshi made his way through the door behind Brad, hearing the command uttered at the dealer and catching the final bits of the actual deal. Dealers cared about only one thing and that was achieving their goals, which was usually to rake in money but given what often happened around these schools an ulterior motive wasn't impossible. Alas, Kiyoshi shook his head again as he stepped out toward the dealer. Why did the guy have to be on school grounds? That crackhead would have run to Omaha to get his next fix. Starting with a brief sigh, the former addict interjected his insight first toward Brad and then the others...

"He's a dealer... he isn't going to give you anything but drugs. Especially when he got, what... twice the money of what those drugs were worth? Now given your booming business with these fiends..."

Kiyoshi waved dismissively at the one trying to get whatever the first guy had bought.

"... running around. Why set up here? Go two streets over or whatever. They'll still come. Just get off the campus... otherwise you're just going to get more problems like these people."

Finish his rational ultimatum with a gesture to what would likely have become more than just Brad, but if not it was still a hassle that could attract more problems. From experience Kiyoshi knew most dealers wanted things to go as smoothly as possible with the least amount of involvement from outside sources. Hence why all the dealers with the best stuff dealt from inside a home or apartment, be it their's or someone else's. Beyond that Kiyoshi just didn't want drugs on the school grounds and as of this moment there was not enough positives to trying to shut down this guy's operation.

[Quest Character]

Edmund was quick to shoot up, the cylindrical vial already shoved into the nook in his arm, his thumb pressing down heavily forced as the fluid seeped into his veins and the irises of his eyes rolled back into his head with a pained relief. Edmund's focus shifting quickly as he fell at the wayside holding himself up tightly by the wall. His focus distractable flipping from body to body as Conquest spoke over him the words blurred.

It would seem as though he had some friends, yes friends all around, he was free after all. A sick sort of laughter rolled in his throat as the tall lanky man curled up in the corner, his bulging eyes pulsating. The plastic bag of powder quickly torn harshly open and meticulously calculated before a snorting noise would be heard. Caked powder covering his crusted nose and lips feeling entirely lost to the world. Edmund had become completely lost to it all.

"HEY YOU."

A daring arm shot towards Edmund's "Friend" threatening with words of orderless command. No he was free, there'd be no ordering here.

"That money is stolen and I plan to give it back, so hand it over!"

"Shhhhhh....kekekekeke.....shhhhhhh....hehehkekeke..."

The boy would rise slowly to a stand before bolting in the boy's direction (Brad) his hands flaring upwards like a tree, towering over the child before bringing them down clumsily pummeling him with the back of his fists.

* * * * * * * * * *

The girl kindly passed up as he turned away towards his new customers, it was to be expected he knew a much bigger market would be opening up and this was just the thing to rub in his brethren's faces.

"Give me whatever the fuck you gave him,"

The large crippled fellow would command shoving bills in Conquest's face. But how could he deny such an offer. By all regards he was a social servant towards the student's needs and what they needed after all was a little kick to their senses, a spice to their life.

"And just tell me the side effects, I don't care if it fucks me up, I just want to know how it'll fuck me up ahead of time."

Conquest would smile pulling a vial from his coat, the cylindrical vial holding a little cocktail he'd prepared for just such an occasion.

"This is a little mix, a bit more potent than that silly concoction, should give you quite a wild ride."

Conquest would laugh politely silencing himself to appeal to his first customer's needs.

"Well lets just say its a tad bit hard to kick if you know what I mean. Otherwise I'm sure a big man like you can take it."

"Reaper?"

Another voice from behind speculating the contents. Boy was he on a roll now, yet another customer, truly this was his lucky day after all.

"Yes, might I interest you in indulging my services?"

Polite as always.

Conquest would bid his time for but a moment patiently for a reply, he considered pressing it further but then interrupted as another entered the scene, one he was rather put off by.

"He's a dealer... he isn't going to give you anything but drugs. Especially when he got, what... twice the money of what those drugs were worth? Now given your booming business with these fiends...... running around. Why set up here? Go two streets over or whatever. They'll still come. Just get off the campus... otherwise you're just going to get more problems like these people."

Opinionated lad. How he hated people who insulted his business, much less insulted his choice of location. Almost in a childlike fashion Conquest would huff before reconciling himself.

"First one to beat this one in the most brutal fashion imaginable will get a free sample."

Conquests finger directing towards Kiyoshi. This is how you dealt with trouble cases, granted there was always someone willing to get a taste.

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Edmunds Stats:
Str: 70 +2 = 72
Dex: 75 +2x2 = 154
Con: 125 +2 = 127
Int: 77 -7 = 70
Wis: 77 -7 = 70
Cha: 10
*Currently Addicted to Reaper and Nymph*

Gift to Kenin:

Reaper Cocktail
A mixture of the Reaper Drug with Nymph.
Upon dosage the user now has x2 Dexterity and Physical stats are increased by +2 each post until capping at +20.
Intelligence and Wisdom reduce by 7 each post until 0, resulting in black out. Effects last one thread
User is now Addicted. Refer to Vault for Details.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew's lips twitched when the dealer confirmed that he was indeed selling Reaper. Memories from New York were coming to him now. Memories of the Reaper drug going through New York, memories of Tenchi and the Knights in their vain efforts to stop it. He knew that the Reaper Drug had mind control properties. That it sapped people of their will and left them open to be controlled by suggestions. Mathew now decided, this guy was an enemy. It was one thing to sell cocaine or pot, but Reaper was quite another thing.

This guy is now an enemy. Mathew was frowning by the time another student came in talking about how he was a dealer and the only thing he was going to sell was broken dreams or something like that.

Clenching his fist when the dealer made his offer. Beat the living snot out of the kid who was warning people away from him and get a free sample. A tempting offer he was sure to an addict, and if the guy shooting up a short ways away was aware of it he was sure that he would jump at the chance. Cripple boy from before might as well. Which would not jive with Mathew. For if the dealer was an enemy than his enemy was Mathew's friend. For the moment at least.

Moving from his spot on the wall he would stand next to the kid who spoke out against the dealer, folding his arms over his chest, looking over everyone present as if telling them that he dared them to make a move.

"Tsk." Mathew said shaking his head no. He wasn't down with the dealers offer.

"I'm with this kid. Pack your bags and jet. If you are peddling Reaper then you need to leave now." He said looking over at the dealer with a glare. He wasn't sure how the rest of the kids felt about this, and if they wanted to side with the dealer they could. But Mathew wasn't going to have it. He would give him a chance to leave, if not, then he would have to be ejected by force.

[Kenin Katashi]

"This is a little mix, a bit more potent than that silly concoction, should give you quite a wild ride. Well lets just say its a tad bit hard to kick if you know what I mean. Otherwise I'm sure a big man like you can take it." He said as Kenin retrieved it from the man, pocketing it and saving it for later. He wasn't set on taking it just yet. He would eventually, but he wasn't planning on becoming some sort of junkie until he saw exactly what this user was going through with another product.

"Doubt it, at least in this condition," He said. From the looks of things this would definitely be an upper, which meant that it would have a great effect. But uppers weren't what Kenin wanted, he was more into downers. Still, it was worth checking out. "As for what they're saying, I could care less either way. But it would be nice if there weren't a ton of junkies interrupting my class to get their drugs. I don't like all the noise and sometimes it makes it harder for me to hear what the teachers are saying."

He looked over at Kiyoshi, "I'm not gonna fight to keep you from getting your ass kicked for obvious reasons, but I'm not gonna openly attack you for the offer of free smack." He said as he wheeled himself out of the way. It seemed the junkie was attacking another boy while this was going on. He would watch, and if he got brought into it then he'd deal with it then but for now it wasn't like he had any incentive to risk his body. Especially considering how physically weak he still was in comparison.

Besides, given all the people that were here, he doubted they'd need any more.

[Deleted]

It seemed that the dealer wasn’t pleased with Kiyoshi’s reasoning for moving, perhaps it was delivery but now the guy had gotten himself even more problems as the older student sided with Kiyoshi’s idea on leaving and the other buy in the chair wasn’t about to fight even given the offer. This is where if there was a mini-scoreboard it would read: Kiyoshi 2, Dealer 0. Add to that the fact that any additional students that came were probably going to go against the drugs, or at least it seemed that majority of students in 259 weren’t drug addicts. A simple warning that being here would create problems was not heeded and now where was the dealer? It all could have been avoided by simply moving his spot, not a very smart business move to ignore the advice.

Now since the addict thief decided to spring into action at the rather chivalrous young man who was still trying to get the money back, Kiyoshi figured he’d extended his assistance to help. Thus as Edmund came forward to pound away at Brad, Kiyoshi burst toward the druggie’s side and slammed his right foot into the addict’s kidney. A shot to vital organ that young Edmund was planning on destroying on his own so there was no real loss there. Again, even this recovering addict had no mercy or patience for these fiends.

Odd that considering Kiyoshi’s usual fighting style that he wouldn’t press the advantage that a successful strike would bring. Instead simply standing there while giving Edmund the chance to recover and turn his attention back toward the Japanese student before striking again. From firsthand knowledge, the young Akechi knew how wild, irrational, and restless an addict could be in a fight. While the drugs enhanced their physical ability for a time, their mental capacity and control slipped away making them more cannon fodder then useful fighters in combat. So let the fiend use his energy wildly until he can’t take anymore.

[Brad White]

Brad would barely register what happened as Edmund charged towards him and one of the men he had passed on the chase here came coming in and kicking him aside and away. "Cheers." Brad would say with a nod before glancing down at the handle he was still gripping. As fast as he could Brad would lift a leg and kick at the door as he slammed it toward him.

The two opposing forces lead to the desired result would occur, the handle would come off with the sound of ripping screw threads through wood as the rest of the door swung back out again from the kick. The handle in his hand was not the best weapon, only about a foot long and curved at both end where it was previous attach to the door by.

"Come on rehab is waiting for you, the hospital to if one force my hand."


Brad would speak to Edmund, everyone else was focused on the dealer and he was sure that would deal with the problem but the addict probably wouldn't stop till he collapsed and the quicker that happened the quicker he could be help and the dealer punished. Gripping the handle like a dagger Brad would ready himself for Edmund.