Note: Hey everybody. This is the first chapter of my awesome fanfic. That you will read or die. It takes place ten years after Guilty gear XX, so many parts that haven't been proven canon are. Enjoy!
Disclamier: I don't own the Guilty Gear plot or its characters. I wish I did. But the made up characters and made up plot are mine. MINE!
The slums of Zepp were not where you wanted to be. All sorts of scum infest the gutters of this wasted junkyard of scrap metal and excrement. But for Johnny, it was the only place he could hide.
He fit right in. A pirate womanizing alcoholic like himself easily fit among the crowd of the dirty, stinky inn he hid in. he sat in a dark corner, always watching and keeping a firm hand on his blade. The bar, while awful and cheap, was full of people. It was poorly lit, and the barkeep was an old, fat, and bald man. Perfect. No one would find Johnny here.
All of the sudden, while smoking his cigarette, he thought of someone he hadn't in many years. May. He cursed himself. Why hadn't he remembered!
He put out his cigarette in the ashtray, and then slumped backwards. May. Oh, why hadn't he remembered!
He hadn't remembered the last time he had saw her. Or any of the pirates. Or Dizzy. Or Sol. Or…anybody.
He tried to remember when exactly it had happened. So many years of turmoil had occurred time was a useless blur. He had forgotten of its existence. He had forgotten everything. Desperately, he tried to piece things together in his mind. The whole time, he had just been drifting along in life, trying to avoid the hundreds of hunters, cops and Gears. He rubbed his brow, and struggled.
Ten years. Yes, it must
have been at least ten. It was when the guitar woman, Ino was her
name, knocked Dizzy of the ship. He looked for her, but was stopped
by Sol. Then, it happened.
Dizzy, she joined That
Man. And she destroyed their ship. Damn how could he have forgotten!
Suddenly, a hand slapped down on his table. He was jolted back to reality. Looking up at the body the hand was attached to he saw a big broad man. Pointing a gun at him. Damn it! A bounty hunter.
Actually, twenty of them. All around the table. The broad man spoke first.
"Johnny, did you know of the 500,000,000,000 World Dollar bounty on your head?" The man smiled. Johnny had seen him before.
"I thought I killed you last time." The pirate mocked, but still keeping a hand on his blade. The broad man snorted, then remarked." Johnny, I've been chasing you a while, and I've decided to take the Dead bounty instead."
There was an explosion from the gun. A projectile zoomed outward. But Johnny was faster. With a quick wrist-flick, his sword had chopped off the man's hand. Then, Johnny ducked just as the bullet ripped apart the wall behind him, and then scurried out from under the table.
The broad man was out, but he sill had about nineteen men to deal with. One charged him with a sword drawn. Johnny slashed him and he collapsed. Four more men charged. The pirate stabbed the first, and then delivered a round kick to the second's temple. Ripping his sword out, he blocked a small, blonde haired man's attack then proceeded to kill him. The last one found a sword through his head.
The rest of the bar patrons fled the bar. They had seen this plenty of times before, and wanted no part of it. Johnny continued to finish the rest of the hunter's dodging bullets and blocking swords. This was easy for him. He had done this countless times before. Dodge, slash, stab, dodge, mock, dodge, slash, stab….
Then, as he made it down to the last hunter, something stopped him. A cold, red steel object wrapped around his face. A hand? No way, no one had a hand that big. But it was. He had seen it before.
He heard a gruff noise from the bearer of the hand, and heard the last hunter fall against the ground. He felt the another hand wrapping around his waist, lifting him up and placing him on something.
"Let go!" he finally yelled. Surprisingly, the giant did just that. Shocked, Johnny smiled at the "giant. He sat on the shoulder of a very friendly giant.
"Yo, Potemkin."