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[Completed]What makes the world go 'round
Topic Started: Oct 1 2017, 08:16 PM (586 Views)
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If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.

Alex was trying to hold himself together, and barely noticed Wes' hand on his shoulder. Alex reached for his second glass of ice water, intending to gulp it down. He felt someone grab him from the side and tackle him to the floor. He thudded heavily, landing on one shoulder, and felt himself losing control. Vaguely, Alex saw the bullets tearing apart the bar, but couldn't hear them over a ringing in his ears, a sure sign he was about to pass out and Sohrab was going to take over. "No..." Alex formed the word with his lips but no sound came out.

His heartbeat. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It accelerated, and Alex heard a cackling laughter in his head. Images flashed before his eyes, bloody bodies, his village on fire. Pain. Then a light. Or rather, reflected light. Something glinted in the corner of his eye. With his last ounce of strength, Alex turned his head to see what it was. The silver star hung out of his shirt, and Alex stared at it in wonder. The cackling stopped, and turned to a growl of anger. The growl faded however, the voice in Alex's head sighing in contentment. Gone.

Alex shook his head, getting rid of the last few shreds of grogginess, and looked over at the other two men in the room. Roy was staring at the bartender's ragged body, riddled with holes and soaked in his own blood. Alex didn't have long to take it in before Roy turned to him. "You can follow me, or you can die."

Roy heaved himself off and stumbled towards the back exit, flipping the light switch on his way out. Alex could tell he was still in shock from what had happened, and being drunk wasn't helping him much either. Of course Alex wasn't in much better shape himself. Most of his strength had been drained from his episode earlier, and it was all he could do to get himself off the ground.

Alex stood, panting, and looked out the front of the bar to see a man taking aim with a large gun. Galvanized into action, Alex sprinted towards the back entrance, glad for the cover of darkness. Just as he was reaching the door, he glanced back only to have a bullet pass within an inch of his face. It slammed into the wall, creating another new hole. With no further delay, Alex made his way into the alley. A man was shaking in fear, hugging the wall. He just caught a glimpse of Roy disappearing around the corner. Alex ran to the corner and emerged into the street. He slumped over, hands on knees as he caught his breath.

What the hell was that back there? The logical assumption was that the gang had found out they were chasing the bounty. But why had Roy saved him? Alex had been suspecting Roy was in the gang himself. He shook his head. Right now wasn't the time. He was still drained of energy and in shock. There would be time for questions later. Roy was stumbling away down the sidewalk, clearly still shaken up. Alex ran after him and got alongside him, the two of them panting like they'd run a marathon. Through their desperate gasps, Alex managed to squeeze out a sentence. "You're gonna... give me some answers... when we're safe."
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“Whoa!” Eustace exclaimed as his entire body was pushed down to the ground abruptly. The sound of bullets crashing through the window filled the air, leaving the young man in a daze of confusion. He could barely hear his own thoughts as the onslaught of bullets pierced the once peaceful bar. Sudden panic set into his body, eyes closed shut with his chest still pressed to the floor as they were shot at by an unknown source. Momentarily, the hail of bullets stopped, and he opened his eyes to meet the ruined scene. He stifled a gasp as he looked around with his mouth agape. The lovely scenery once there before had been replaced with broken chairs, shattered windows, destroyed chairs, and furniture with more holes in them than swiss cheese. The worst sight of all by far was the still cadaver of the once kindly bartender he had only just met.

His mind sobered up, rationality pouring in again. Automatically, his mind started to fit the pieces together. There was no way he could have known that the bullets were coming to strike based off of something like intuition alone. He was evidently no nen-user and did not give off the presence of a man capable of performing such a feat either way. The one logical answer was that there was some sort of line of communication between their assailants and Roy. That would explain the look of woe on the old man’s face as he went to stop the man from doing something on his phone. But what threw a wrench in this theory was that Roy had almost certainly gotten shot during the process, though how else could he have known if he hadn’t been advised by a text? Which one was it?

Eustace cast a suspicious glare at Roy as though to demand answers from him. The only piece of information that was 100 percent certain was that an innocent man was dead and Roy knew why. The man’s words did nothing to soothe his unease. The way he could barely seem to walk only made him worry threefold. He was having a much harder time getting a read on this man than ever before. Surrounded by a dark aura yet willing to save two strangers? He needed more info on this guy ASAP, but survival came first. Lucky for the young hunter, on the man’s way out the door, he did something more beneficial than he could ever imagine—he shut off the light.

“I’ll catch up with you two later! Roy, I’m expecting answers outta you when I see you again!” Eustace felt his way to the back of the bar counter and hid. This plan was risky, he knew that. Chance was a major factor in all of this and he had to assume that these gang members were as cowardly as he imagined him to be. Any person who needs a group to feel safe can’t possibly be that big of a threat, right? In the absolute best case scenario, he would walk away with a few guns in his hands and no more assassins stupid enough to try and track them.

Eustace first crossed his legs and closed his eyes to concentrate. He used Ren to charge up his aura before doing anything else. He would be stretching himself to the absolute limit to pull this off. First, he used his aura to form an En barrier of 10 meters, which was more than enough to cover the entire bar. This would let him know when the next batch of killers would walk into the room and try to take him out. This, by itself, took about 23 percent of his total nen away from him. The next phase of the plan was to use the aura he had generated to form two of his rubber hands and extend them towards the door, ready to strike any possible intruders. Even a light punch from his hands would be enough to knock any of them out. After all, those who had yet to awaken to their aura were extremely sensitive to the slightest bit of nen techniques. Of course, all of this activity was hidden by In, just in case the group of killers had any nen-users among them. The chance was slim, but it was a simple precaution.

The en sphere would allow him to sense all he walked in even with his vision completely obscured, the arms would be there to attack all who walked in, with the payoff being that, by the end of the preparation process, he had almost no nen to defend himself and would undoubtedly be exhausted by the end of it. Honestly, he could already feel his energy waning. He was focused on the front of the bar so if anyone was to attack from the back door he would be in trouble if they managed to spot him quickly enough.

He wanted to follow after Alex and Roy, but there was no point if they had to worry about some thugs trying to fill ‘em up with lead. The best he could hope for was that they left the moment they realized that just walking into the room warranted being damaged beyond all repair. He found the idea of using nen on those without their nodes opened tasteless, but if they were ready to take lives there was no other option.
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Two goons dressed in street clothes pulled up to the bar, exiting their cars loudly. The building was dark and the gunmen had said that their target had ran out the other end. Their new target that is, the old target the hunter was still who knew where. But right now whatever he was after didn't matter nearly so much as whatever Roy could do to them. The knowledge that he had, that he could give to the authorities could bring their operation crashing to a halt. But they had prepared for that.

The two guns pulled out large caliber pistols, and the gunman descended from the top of the building that he was on. His position no longer mattered now that the light had been turned off, there was little they could unless they went in there. Meeting up with the two new goons they merely nodded at eachother. They had only minutes to get out of here before the cops showed up.

The gunman kept his machine gun out, now fully reloaded and prepared to riddle anything that looked out of place. They cautiously entered the bar, one of the pistol men pulling out his flashlight in order to take a better look around, looking for anything, any clue as to where Roy had gone.

The pale man cast his gaze at the building one last time before he walked away. He caught of glimpse of something...something like nen. He genereally tended to keep his eye out for something like this but now he focused his nen in to Gyo.

He couldn't see anything but for a moment he thought he saw a flash of it...if that were true then that meant the hunter might still be in the bar. Damn it to hell...that meant that Roy and the other man were defenseless! He clenched his fists in anger as he turned back to go find them. They were gone. He breathed deep trying to calm himself.

Dead men didn't walk for long though. Before they knew what was happening they would be in a coffin. But for now, the hunter. The pale man pushed his sunglasses up to cover his violet eyes as he strode to the edge of the building and jumped off. They had approximately 3 to 4 minutes before the police arrived. In this neighborhood the gun shots wouldn't be sending people in to a panic. He imagined half of them here merely called the police out of habit. But still, they would eventually get here.

He fell to the ground without making a noise, and leaned against the wall of the building. He would watch these three men from a distance, and if he saw an opportunity to strike he would take it. If they could get rid of the hunter now then that would make Roy and whoever else a simple task.

Then he thought for a moment. Why kill the hunter right away? After all if he was allies with Roy then he would have to meet up with him at some point. The pale man laughed to himself as his muscles relaxed. That could actually work out quite well.

The pale man used In on himself as he seemingly sank in to the stone wall behind him and dissapeared from sight.

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Roy barely registered the words of his knew companions, but he did understand enough to gather that they would both be coming with him, eventually. It would be hard to give Wes the directions, but he would find a way. Alex had decided to run with him and that made sense to him. Neither of the non hunters liked their odds very much against many dangerous men with guns.

Alex followed Roy through all of his twists and turns, and taking strange roads, and diving to avoid cars. With some luck on their side, they had seemingly made it to Roy's safe house.

It was an abandoned looking warehouse district. Where the buildings had been all but torn down, and the only kind of people who traveled through here or worse yet lived in here, had no other options. Or if they were like Roy, needed a place to escpape.

Roy had created this place before his forceful promotion, when he knew that no one had eyes on him. As of right now they only knew about a few of his places, but there were still one or two that he had kept secret from them. They would look here eventually, but first they might check the fake safehouses that he had set up throughout the city.

Roy pushed open the door to one of these old warehouses, and spotted a disgusting old brown rug on the floor. It was mainly empty of all things except dust, and rot. Roy threw the rug against the wall as he fell to his knees. Panting like he had never done before. Every muscle of his was on fire, and his heart felt like it was going to pound through his chest. But he had made it, they had made it.

Roy lifted up what appeared to be the door to an old wine cellar of some kind and lowered his body down in to it. He assumed Alex would follow behind him, and so as he hit the floor from the 2 foot drop or so. He said to Alex through his hoarse exhausted voice.

"C-close the door-on your way-in." His voice cutting off periodically as he tried to inhale air into his burning lungs.

Then Roy flipped on the lights, illuminating the small room. It was about 8 and a half feet tall, and 15 feet by 15 feet. Small but it would do what he needed it to do. There was a desk in the center, with a trash bin near it. Some cupboards, and a chest or two. As well as several chairs on the front side of the desk, and one on the other end where the drawers were. Roy knew that they were other supplies in this room strewn about the place. But he would have to search just to be sure it had what he needed.

Roy might have said something else ot Alex but he suddenly grabbed at his stomach and made a foul gagging noise. He stumbled forward to a trash bin near him and wretched in to it. Puking out the contents of his stomach. He did this several times before he was finally able to bring himself to stop, and he then he just stayed there. Hands and knees on the floor face over the trash and his breathing finally beginning to regulate.

Sweat and blood ran down his face still and soaked in to his cloths. He grimaced as his nose picked up the strong smells coming off of him. He could smell the iron like hint in blood, mixing with the strong liquors that he had drank only a while ago, as that started to perspire out of his pores along with his sweat.

Disgusting, and noxious sure. But it would do him well to be sober. Roy would have taken off his jacket and tried to cool himself while he thought, but he would leave it on in the spirit of this sweating it out tactic. Finally Roy grabbed at the desk in front of him, and shakily rose to his feet. His muscles now that they had been rested were stiff and in a lot of pain. But at least that aweful burning had stopped.

Roy forced his exhausted body to move to one of the cupboards and pulled out a few bottles of water, throwing some to Alex, and then inviting him with a hand gesture to sit down on one of the chairs at the other end of his desk.

Roy collapsed into the seat on the far end of the desk and pulled open one of the drawers, taking out a pack of cigarette's, a lighter, and an ash tray which he set down. He lit a smoke quickly as he began to search for something in a different drawer, he found it. Roy pulled out a note pad and a pen, putting it down next to the ash tray. He began to write to things down on it.

Roy didn't look up from his work as he talked to Alex. "I'm sure you have questions, so ask them."

Alex responded to Roy immediately."You're with that gang, aren't you? It's the only way I can think of that would let you know what was about to happen."

Roy kepy his head down still, not out of shame, but merely keeping his focus on his task.

"Correct. I was with them up until tonight. In saving your life I decided to leave them. I'll need your help to escape the city. They know your face, and if you decide to leave on your own you'll almost certainly die without my help. Can I count on you?"

"Not so fast. I have more questions that need to be answered, and just because you saved me in there doesn't mean I can trust you yet." Alex mulled it over. "Why save me and Wes in the first place? I assume you were planning on having us killed anyway, why betray them?"

"I'm not asking you to trust me. I'm asking you to trust the fact that I need you. My original plan was to have you killed...but luckily for you I decided against that. I guess I simply can't handle life in the mob anymore to be honest. So that's why I saved you. I need your help, and especially the hunters."

If Roy had wanted him dead, he only had to let the bullets take him earlier. With this in mind, Alex decided he probably wasn't setting a trap for him, though he might still have ulterior motives. "You really didn't think this through, did you? If what you say is true, they'll be hunting us even right now. Wes is probably already dead as well, so we can't count on help from him." Alex stood up. "I'm willing to help save both our skins, but unless you have a plan, I don't favor our chances."

Roy looked up from his task for the first time staring the man Alex in the eyes as the smoke from his cigarette drifted gently into the air. "Wes may or may not be dead. I don't think he would have stayed if he didn't think he had a chance. The mob is indeed after us. They'll be here soon enough. As for a plan."

Roy slid the note he had been writing over to Alex. It would read. "I Roy hereby confess to the murder of the man Sall Fletcher. My fingerprints, and blood can be found at the crime scene. I also confess to being a high ranking member of the local mob. This is but the first of many acts of domestic terrorism to come. Prepare yourselves." Roy had placed his bleeding thumb on to the paper in order to give the police both a fingerprint and a blood sample.

I need you to give this to the police. Roy spoke without registering any kind of emotion. "I don't expect you to understand the plan fully, but just keep trusting the fact that I need you."

Alex looked at the note, raising an eyebrow at the contents. He glanced back up at Roy, seeing the man's determination in his eyes, and that same glint that reminded Alex of himself. "Are you sure? I can tell you have a plan, but from where I'm standing this will make our fight even more difficult."

Roy nodded his head. "That's what I'm counting on."
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If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.

Alex sighed, not enjoying being kept in the dark. He sensed Roy did have a plan however, and decided that his best chance of survival was to go along with him. Roy knew the mob best, and Alex decided he could trust Roy's desire to live. "Fine, I'll get going as soon as possible. Got a change of clothes?" Roy pointed to one of the chests, then pulled out a phone and dialed. Alex opened the chest to find a plain navy blue hoodie. Alex took off his coat and folded it into his bag, donning the hoodie, while Roy talked on the phone, apparently in an attempt to reach Wes. Alex only caught the end of the conversation. "... meet me at 5189 Willow Drive."

Alex narrowed his eyes at Roy, wondering what the man was hiding from him. Roy handed him a map to the police station without a word, and started rummaging around in another chest. Alex knew Roy probably wouldn't tell him anything, and decided not to stick around any longer. He climbed the ladder out of the cellar, and pulled up his hood. "Time to add fuel to the fire." Alex turned in the direction of the station, and set out, keeping an eye out for any mob members. The night air chilled his face, and Alex shivered, his breath misting in the air.

Alex walked down the sidewalk, checking his map. According to it, he was about halfway to the station. Footsteps, echoing behind him. Alex resisted the urge to look over his shoulder, and instead abruptly turned into an alley. He started running immediately, sprinting for the next corner. Gunshots echoed down the alley, and bullets cracked into the wall next to him. Alex rounded the corner, safe for the moment. The footsteps echoed quickly, they were running down the alley towards him.

They were well armed. Too well armed. He couldn't get them all without the element of surprise. Alex sprinted further down the alley, aiming for a small door. He slammed into it shoulder first, and it caved under his strength. Alex stumbled into the dark interior, quickly taking in his surroundings. Perfect.

The thugs ran up to the open door, and peered inside. The soda factory was in full operation, lit up well. Cans rattled along the assembly line, each station performing its task. Fill up the cans, paste on the labels, make the cans, everything had a purpose. The three gangsters walked inside, knowing the man was hiding in here. They stuck together, knowing that splitting up would increase their chance of getting picked off one by one. One of them kept an eye on the door as well, making sure Alex didn't slip out while they weren't watching.

Alex watched them, noting their decision to stick together. They clearly intended to riddle him with bullets, even if he took out one or even two of them. But there were ways to deal with small groups. Alex reached into his bag and removed the can of soda he'd stored in there earlier. He unsheathed his knife and made a small cut in the aluminum, and then laid the can down, open cut down, and quickly distanced himself from his location.

The gangsters turned quickly at the sound of liquid dripping onto the floor. A puddle of neon green was forming about 10 feet behind them, and they looked up to see the can sitting on a roof beam at least 20 meters in the air. One of the three quickly turned to watch the group's back, making sure not all of them were distracted at once. No one appeared to make a surprise attack.

Alex was perched on the roof beam directly above the group. He had no choice. He couldn't slip out, and they wouldn't let him pick them off. This was the best he could do right now. Alex slipped out his knife, knowing his sword would be too clunky with the three of them clustered together. He dropped down, a silent shadow from above.

Alex landed on the shoulders of one, breaking his collarbone immediately. As he crumpled to the ground, Alex swung his arm, letting the weight of the knife slip out of his hand. The knife flew not more than three feet before burying itself in the back of the second man's head. The third turned, preparing to fire, but Alex had already dashed towards him, low to the ground in a boxer's stance. He hammered two quick uppercuts into the man's stomach, before swinging his elbow in a sharp motion to slam into the man's face.

The third man crumpled to the ground, his nose broken, and out of breath from the uppercuts. Alex quickly turned to the first man, breathing heavily from his exertion, and saw him pull a sidearm from his belt. Alex grabbed the nearest gun from the ground and pulled the trigger at the same time as the man with the broken collarbone. A hammer-like blow hit Alex in his left thigh, and he growled. The man was already dead, but Alex unloaded the rest of the magazine into the man's body. He threw the gun aside and panted, taking out his basic first aid.

Alex laid the note down outside the door of the police station, and limped into the alley, gritting his teeth in pain. He'd dressed it as best as possible, but the pain was killer. Come to think of it, Roy hadn't specifically told him where to go now, but Alex remembered his call to Wes. 5189 Willow Drive.

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Eustace’s heart stopped as he heard the sound of the car pulling up outside. He took several deep breaths in and out to calm his nerves. He would be breaking one of the paramount ethical codes of nen usage: never use it on one without it. He gulped, focusing more on maneuvering his arms while the barrier was still in place. Five seconds after all three of the goons entered the bar, he hesitated slightly, as though expecting more to come, but there were none. Delaying it any further would be detrimental, though he had to grit his teeth in preparation for what would happen next.

With expert precision, he slammed his nen fists into the knees of the assailants, cleanly moving from one to the other as their legs detached from the rest of their bodies. The severing happened so quickly that all one could hear during the process were a few cracking bones. There was a calm before the storm, brief silence as the men fell down to the floor. They all shot their guns at least once on their ways down, with Eustace barely avoiding allowing his arms to be injured. Then there were the blood curling screams. Screams that made the young man feel inhumane over the fact that he could cause any person that much suffering. The one grace he still had was that the lights were still shut off and he wouldn’t be forced to face what he had just done.

He could feel the guns hit the floor and picked the two pistols up with hasty hands. The chaos had gotten to him so badly that he had momentarily forgotten why he was doing any of this, yet he pressed on. Through the sounds of agony and torture, he brought the two pistols to his side and immediately rose up from the ground, En barrier breaking as he did so. If there were any more reinforcements, he doubted that they would be eager to tail them after their allies’ legs were replaced with stumps. At that moment, the sound of the cell phone ringing on the bar counter struck him with twice the intensity as a gunshot.

He swiped the phone and ran out through the back door. His nen arms loomed over him still carrying the guns as he dashed through the alleyway, not so much as noticing the man who was lying in pain in the garbage. Before heading out, Eustace stopped just as he was about to enter the streets. He placed the phone on the floor with haste, taking a pistol from a rubber hand. He didn’t know a lot about guns, but he knew that most of them had a sort of safety setting which he would need if he had any chance of concealing them. They were a necessity in case those thugs decided to ambush him when he met up with the other two.

He untucked his shirt and loosened the belt he wore just a bit. Then, he shoved the gun’s barrel into his pants and repeated the process with the other remaining pistol. He used the now loose shirt to cover up the pistols, praying that he had not somehow mucked up the safety. Adrenaline was flowing through him and he felt as though his body was going to burst from the wild energy he was feeling. There was dried blood on his hands from the unseen mess his nen arms had made back in the bar and his shirt was stained with that same substance, merging in well with his soda stains. In a way, it was fortunate that that girl had lost her temper with him. At least being stopped by the authorities because of blood on his shirt had essentially become a non-issue. It sickened him that he had been forced to spill blood in the first place, but what else could he do? Let himself and the others get shot down for reasons even he wasn’t aware of yet? Not happening.

He finally picked up the phone after it rung and rung for what seemed to be an eternity.

“H-hell—” Eustace tightened a hand into a fist and brought it to his mouth, stopping a stream of vomit from rising up through his throat. He steadied himself again before trying once more to answer the call. “Hello?”
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"Wes it's Roy. I take it since your answering the phone you've subdued a few of the mobsters. I'm sorry, I don't have time to explain but meet me at 5189 Willow Drive. That isn't where I am, but it's where I'm going. If you don't know where that take a map from somewhere or use your own phone, do not bring my phone with you. You will be followed, you may be followed anyway. I'll answer all your questions soon I promise."

Roy hung up the phone and tossed it against a wall destroying it. He rounded up several things, including a gun, some bullets, and knife. He took a few other supplies with him as well, and also a large store of cash. He would be needing that for later.

Without wasting a second Roy exited his safe house, and looked around the broken landscape. There was no one here as far as he knew. Good. Roy took off on a light jog, and made his way to another broken part of the city. If he timed this correctly they should all be meeting up in the same area all at once...

Roy saw a homeless man dressed in tattered plaid and he nodded to him, the man followed him behind a corner and he spoke to him. "John. I need another favor. " The hobbo named John smiled and rubbed his grimy beard. "Is that so? Your favors always pay pretty well, but you look especially desperate. I'm either very lucky tonight, or very unlucky."

Roy shrugged as he lit up another smoke and shared one with the hobbo. "A bit of both." He said as he exhaled the cloud. "But you'll be paid don't worry about that." Roy handed him the dufle bag that he had been carying and when the hobbo opened it up his eyes widened and his jaws dropped.

"H-how many of us do you need?" He responded exasperated. Roy looked him in the eyes as he said. "All of you. I need all of you." Roy handed him a note that he had written back in his temporary shelter. The hobbo read it and laughed loudly. "Well well well. Finally couldn't take it anymore huh? I think this'll work out really nice for all of us."

The hobbo walked away and gestured to a few more of his homeless constituates. Roy took off running again, faster this time without having to lug around that damn duffle bag. He had sobered up pretty quickly tonight, having puked or sweated most of the alcohol out. He would need to be sober, as much as he didn't want to be.

Roy looked off in the direction of the police station as he finally made his towards the area where he was going to be meeting with his companions.

It would all be starting soon...
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Alex panted, watching as his icy sweat dripped into a puddle beneath his feet. The pain was clouding his mind, and he couldn't remember why he was heading to the address. He just put one foot in front of the other, like a rusty pendulum. He vaguely heard sirens and the sounds of city life, as if through a haze. And of course, the ever present whispering in his head. He couldn't tell how loud it was anymore, the only thing that let him know how close he was to losing it.

The pain ripped through his skull once again, banishing any semblance of complicated thought. Cold sweat. Warm blood. More puddles. Forward... or was it back? Who could tell. Certainly not him. Alex wondered why he was on the ground. Hadn't he just been standing? His heartbeat thumped, vibrating throughout his entire body. He couldn't tell if it was fast or slow however. Through his blurry vision, he thought he saw a pair of shoes.

"Here Alex, I made some applesauce." Alex laughed in pleasure, and clapped his tiny hands together. He reached out to grab the bowl only to see his hands covered in blood. He looked up at his mother in confusion, only to see the red liquid dripping out of her eyes and mouth. She smiled at him, and leaned in for a kiss. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Alex's eyes opened. He was in the same alley he'd fallen down in. There were no shoes in sight. He breathed in deeply, composing himself without getting off the ground. The pain was still present, but... something was different. He couldn't pin it down. He didn't have the luxury of laying in a back alley; it was time to go. Roy was waiting for him, at least Alex thought he was. Who knew what the man had planned.

Alex slowly gained his footing, leaning against the wall for support. Fuck, that leg wound really was a bitch. Alex limped off once again, heading towards the address. He didn't notice that the voice that had been clouding his thinking had completely disappeared.
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Roy recieved one last call on his phone before his plan was completed. Wes told him that he couldn't meet him at the desired location, he didn't trust him, he wanted nothing to do with any of his plans. It was fair enough, and too be honest anyone who was trailing him would certainly get thrown off by it. After all of this he had no idea how the mob might react to him but odd's are they wouldn't fuck with a hunter unless they had too.

Roy had finally made it to the meeting place, it was actually a well lit area in the middle of the city, people all over town were walking about on their way. However police officer's and cop cars raced about with their lights on. The people didn't seem to be too disturbed by it. It was kind of common around these parts but Roy knew for a fact they were looking for him.

Well actually, more specifically they were looking for a thin man of about average height dressed in a dark suit trying to escape town. So was the mafia at this point. All around town these cop cars turned their lights on and started prowling the streets, looking for the confessed murder who promised more crimes too come. All the while Roy kept his head underneath a dark hoodie as he played with Tenis ball, bouncing it up and down and catching it in his hands.

He had put on some fake glasses, and for good effect he had shaved his head bald. stuffing the jacket with some padding to make it look like he had on some extra weight. He wouldn't be getting pulled over any time soon.

All over the homeless men he had payed were getting their suits on and hanging out in the dark areas, or just running through the street, ordering cabs, and limo's, trying to check in to hotels with fake names, using a few of his credit cards. The police and the mob would be going crazy trying to find him.

A few clever detectives and a few of the smarter mobster's might suspect this trap but they still didn't know where he was, and the hunter had gone off on his own. That was pure luck, and it worked out better than he had ever imagined it could. Certainly it must have appeared that they were on a team of some kind. The one person he was truly worried about...that silent night stalker almost certainly tried to trail him. The hunter should be safe...no gaurentee but they weren't looking to start a war with the orginzation or piss off any of his friends.

Just then Roy saw Alex walking by, he was limping, he had been wounded...the mob must have seen him and recognized him but he was sure he took care of them. He actually walked right by him, even he didn't recognise him.

Roy extended his hand and turned Alex to face him, he winked at him and said. "Seems like you did what I asked. I'm grateful for that."

Alex though weak and fatigued managed a small smile. He responded to Roy. "Nice disguise, don't tell me that's your entire plan."

Roy just smiled confidantly and nodded his head in the direction behind Alex. If Alex turned he would noticed the influx of police cars scattering in all kinds of directions. Voices boomed out of the radio talking about varrious incidents of men in suits, under the name Roy, there were reports of this going on all around, locations kept coming in where his name kept popping up, and then reports of dangerous looking men coming to the area came in. Cops had to come to reinforce the other's who met with these obvious mobsters, tying more of both sides numbers.

The whole city was soon alight with cop cars as they scattered everywhere checking out the obvious, and the subtle claims. The mobster's equally fooled. It was becoming more and more obvious now that something was going down, there were even a few incidents just a couple of blocks away.

People everywhere started to look around and Roy spoke softly so as to not be overheard. "Tonight's a funny night don't you think? All the cops in the city are searching for respectable looking men in bussinness suits. A couple of shady looking guy's in hoodies and sweat pants won't even get a second glance."

Roy's smile only grew. It wasn't a good night, he'd lost someone that he didn't have the right to call a friend, but someone that he cared for. He had injured the men who had just met him and helped him anyways. He had lost everything, his money, his life's work, etc. But he couldn't help but smile, and be a little proud. For one night, he had turned the world upside down.
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If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.

Not bad Roy. Not bad at all. Roy's nudge helped Alex notice the sirens and police cars in a frenzy. Men in business suits? True, the two of them were fairly inconspicuous in their hoodies, but still, was this really all it took? A change of clothes and a note delivered? Alex prayed it would go as smoothly as Roy hoped.

"Where to now?" Alex clenched his fist, digging his fingernails into his palm to distract himself from his leg. No, this would not go smoothly. It had already gone to shit long before the two of them had met up. He could barely walk, and while Alex agreed with sticking to a simple plan, could it really fool the men and resources being employed to catch them? Alex didn't know how hard the mob was searching, but judging by the ruckus, it was no small amount.

Worries flew through his mind. Where would they go? What if they got caught? What if they chased them outside the city? Did they know who he was? And behind all of it, Alex was deathly afraid of losing control. He couldn't hear a thing in his head, and that worried him. He'd already avoided losing it twice this evening alone. If it came back... he doubted he'd be able to stop it.

"Let me warn you... it's only a matter of time before I'm unable to walk." Alex could feel his pulse pumping the blood through his leg to restore what had been lost, the fluid held back only by a thin piece of cloth. It was unsettling. At least he was conscious, an improvement over earlier, if only slightly. Alex gripped Roy's shoulder to steady himself, conscious of his lack of strength. If Roy hadn't been there, Alex would've needed to use the wall instead. No, that wasn't true. Alex could've used a wall regardless. Yet he'd chosen to use Roy's shoulder.

They... Alex had been worried about if they were caught. Why? It was almost unbearably hot underneath the hoodie, and sweat was trickling from his head down to his collarbone. This is no time for introspection. I'll worry about what I think of Roy later. Right now, I'll follow his lead and hope that this whole thing isn't an elaborate ruse meant to deceive me, not that it matters. If it is, they've already won. Alex looked up, gathering his strength. "After you Roy."
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Roy put an arm around Alex for support, the city only getting deeaper and deeper in to the mess that he created. It was a bit anti climactic to be sure...but what all went in to this could have and might still go wrong at any moment. Still though Alex had already been shot, and both of them nearly riddled full of holes already. He had gotten his fair share of excitement and he wasn't looking for any more.

"That's fine, I've got that taken care of. Not intentioanlly of course, but it'll work out fine enough."

Roy looked at the street as a vehicle slowly pulled up near them, and a man dressed in old worn out clothes stepped out. It was John the hobbo that he had hired, though he was homeless he knew that he had a truck, an old beaten down piece of shit. Perfect for what they needed. The police wouldn't have time to set up any precise blockades yet, and they were getting more and more tied up with the mob but getting out of here would be a problem.

Still though, if they walked out the front door, they might just have a chance. The hobbo named John helped get Alex in the car as Roy took the driver's seat. Once they were both in the truck they headed on out. The bed of the truck was filled with wood and the inside carpenter's nails. It was used for smuggling quite a bit, under the guise of repair or construction work. Now he just had to hope that this would work.

Roy took off in the truck through the cluttered traffic trying to make his way to the edge of the city. Cop cars passed by and he mentioned to Alex. "Try and look casual. Don't let your pain register on your face." As roy approached the edge of the city saw a police officer standing guard there, an before he would do anything Roy rolled down the windown and waved him over to the car.

A bit surprised the officer came over to him as Roy called. "The hell's going on around here? Should I be worried? I've got a job to do outside of town but fuck man, I'm not gonna risk my life over it. Is it safe to leave?"

The officer came closer and checked out the car, signaling for someone to check the back which they did, as he leaned against the truck. "Some kind of domestic terrorist. Shot up a man in a bar, been in with the mob for a while, all hell's breaking loose. You'd be safer out of town than in it." The officer responded to him, he sounded inteligent. But Roy could work with that, they'd probably have gotten some information on him...but he didn't know how much.

He held out a pack of smokes to him as he eyed him behind his mirrored sunglasses. "Do you smoke?" Roy's eyes lit up in genuine joy as he pulled one out of the pack. "Hell yeah. Tryin to quit, new girlfriend doesn't like it to much...but it's a work in a progress." Roy shrugged as he pulled one out and lit it with a lighter that he found in the cupholder of the car. Inahling deeply and smilingg at the cop. He said. "Muchly oblidged officer. I'll take your word on this. Gotta admit most the time I'm not a big fan of the police, think you guys can throw your weight around a bit. But times like these I see what you guys do and I gotta say I'm grateful."

Roy knew his eyes were scanning the truck and the people in it behind those mirrored sunglasses but as he stepped away from the car he knew that his ploy had worked. He waved them through and nodded his head. "You can be on your way sir." Roy nodded his head and smiled as he pushed his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose and drove off.

The city was finally behind them, it was an old trick, hide in plain site. It might not have worked on another cop, it certainly wouldn't have worked if they had any info on Roy. But they didn't, and there was a reason it was the one of the oldest tricks in the book. Roy turned on the radio, some classic rocked played throughout the truck as he dusted his cigarette off out the window.

The city's chaos only grew every moment, as the cops and mobster's grew more and more desperate to catch him. He imagined that if they had worked together, or cut some kind of deal they almost certainly could have caught him. But he knew neither would. They would imagine that he would be going to the cops and offer information in exchange for protection. The cops were probably thinking this was either a trap, or that if they caught him they could squeeze some information out of him as they promised him a more comfortable cell. Any reasonable man might have done those things, after all if he escaped, he was on his own.

A wanted man, from both sides. A price on his head, and an outlaw to this city. But he didn't care anymore. Whatever days he had outside this hell whole, away from this life, were worth more than an eternity in this city.

The sound of siren's and the blarring light's slowly faded as they got further and further away from city. His last act there had been to throw the whole damn thing in to chaos just so he could get out of it. It might have been the best thing that he had ever done for it.
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