Prologue-Prelude to a Finale
All was quiet in the island town of Water 7. Home to many carpenters and shipwrights, Water 7 had been experiencing a time of peace and prosperity. However, there had been talk of an attempt to murder the leader of the town, Iceburg-who had shrugged off these as simple rumors. But, to keep himself safe, he hired over 100 bodyguards, and made sure to set traps at all areas of his home. One particular night, he was in his study when he heard a commotion outside. "What the…" He looked around, picked up a handgun he had on the table, and slowly opened the door. What he saw shocked him.
All of his guards were laying dead, and a group of men were before him, with blood-stained swords, guns, and various other weapons. He attempted to get back into his study, but it had locked itself-a security measure he implemented. He franticly tried to open the door using the code, but a knife flew past his head and into the control panel, destroying it-and any chance to get into the room. His mouse poked its head out of his shirt pocket, but quickly went back inside. "Wh-who are you people?!" Iceburg demanded.
"Hahaha!" A figure stepped out from the shadows. "Did you flashily kill the guards like I told you to, boys?" "YESSIR!" Iceburg stepped back. "What do you want from me?!" "Oh, nothing much. Just all the money you have in the house." "I don't have any-" "You were able to get over 100 guards and an advanced security system," the figure, his face still in shadow, responded. "Of course, there must be some reason for that. Now…if you'll sign this." The figure pulled out a set of papers. Written at the top were the words "Last Will and Testament." "All you need to do is sign this and say you leave your entire fortune to me."
"I'LL DO NO SUCH THING!" He pulled out his handgun. "Now, now, no need for that." It was dark, but in an instant, the gun was gone from Iceburg's hand. "Wh-what in the world…" "Don't worry. Just sign this, and we'll leave. I'm a man of my word." The figure said. Realizing there was nothing he could do at this point, Iceburg walked over to the figure and signed the will. "Very good." "Now leave. I never want to see you people around here again." Iceburg ordered. "I don't think so. I told you, I'm a man of my word." He pulled out the gun. "And I gave my word that I'd have the fortune, and the only way to do that, is to end your life so I can be the heir. I've already got someone to take the fall, so I won't be implicated." Iceburg attempted to run, but he was stopped by a force he couldn't see in the darkness-though it felt like a hand on his neck. "No!" He heard the gun cock. "I may as well tell you my name, since you'll be dead soon anyway." The figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing the face of a mad clown. "You can call me the Harlequin. BWAHAHAHA!" The gun went off, and all was silent.