Chapter 1
Brakmar, how I hate this place, and I do mean it. It's not just because it's literally "the city of darkness and evil", this damn place is hot as hell, they charge for almost everything, and there are criminals in every corner. Someone might wonder what I'm doing here if I hate this city so much, and honestly, I would have avoided this wretched place if I could. Unfortunately, I need supplies for my travels, and as evil as the city might be, they sell more than just poisons to kill someone. On my way to the market, I pass a building that's right next to a bridge, and I wouldn't pay too much attention to it, if it wasn't for something peculiar about it. First thing that I notice, is the sexy girls standing outside, with those dresses leaving a good amount of cleavage exposed, and those long boots. The second thing I notice, is the sign on that building, which was very simple, it has the drawing of a man and a woman holding hands. If I'm not mistaken, which I'm not, that's a brothel. In all honesty, that's the only good thing I find in this city. If I could, I would choose the Ecaflip standing next to the Cra, take her upstairs, kiss those luscious lips, rip her clothes off, and make some sweet love to her. I mean, no one can blame me about it, I haven't done it in a while, and I'm feeling a little frustrated. However, she would most likely say no, call the guards, and I would be thrown in jail. I don't know what's with them, Bonta pretty much allows same-sex marriage, but this isn't that kind of city. Oh well, maybe another time, it's not like it would be hard in getting someone to spend the night with. As a Sacrier, I'm a very good looking person, with my short red hair, my olive skin complexion, and dark brown eyes. I also have these muscles, and thanks to them, let's just say that I've got a lot of approval from the ladies. Well, enough about that, I continue on my way to the market, and I notice an alley that goes straight to my destination. I go in, and halfway to the end, two strange people come down and block my way. Not only from the front, but two more also land behind me, which makes it obvious that it's an ambush, or robbery, whatever they want to call it.
"Good afternoon, young lady" says one of the guys in front of me, which looks like a Rogue. It makes me wonder, how do they know it's afternoon? You can't see the sun from down here.
"Hello," I say out of politeness.
"I'm sure you can pretty much guess what this is, am I correct?" Is he trying to sound cool or something? Because it makes me want to punch him even more.
"Depends."
"On what?" says someone behind me, I look back, and find another Rogue with a Sram next to him.
"If you leave now, it would make it a waste of my time, but if you stay, it's going to be a beatdown for you guys." My words makes them laugh for some reason.
"We got a brave one in here," says the Sram behind me. "I like her type, I can't wait to hear her cry." He probably gets off from that.
"Okay, before you guys continue, let me tell you this," I say. "If you don't leave, I'm going to kick your asses," after I say that, I turn to the Sram and say this. "As for you, I'll make sure to kick your ass so hard, that you won't be able to sit down for a month." After hearing that, the Sram pulls out some knives, and I can see that one of the Rogues pulls out a knife, the other one a sword, and the last one a gun.
"Just for that, I'll make them your last words." Once he finished saying that, I hear the Rogue with the gun preparing to fire. I quickly grab him the tattoo on my left arm, pull him towards me, and punch him with a Blood Rush right in the face. My attack quickly knocks him out, and I hear something flying towards me. I look behind me, and just as I expected, knives were on their way to stab me. I easily move out of the way, and notice the other two Rogues on the air, ready to plunge their weapons on me. I dodge the knife, harden the blood in one of my arms, and block the sword with it. I quickly move out of the way, grab the Rogue, and use his momentum to throw him behind me. Then, the Rogue with the knife lunges towards me, and I kick him with a Rocky Foot. I slam him against the wall, and he falls unconscious. That left the Rogue with the sword and the Sram. The Rogue tries to attack me with his sword, while the Sram prepares to throw more knives at me. I react by using a Rejectattoo, and it hits the Rogue on the stomach, which push him towards the Sram. He moves out of the way, and I can see that the attack knocked the air out of the Rogue, leaving the Sram as the last one.
"Okay, last chance, leave or accept the consequences," I say, and I hope that he's not as stupid as I think he is. Unfortunately, he proves me right, and makes a clone of himself. Oh well, no one can deny that I tried to be nice. The clone pulls out a scythe out of nowhere, and dash towards me. I use my Light Speed spell, move towards the clone, punch it right in the face, and get closer to the Sram. He tries to move away, but I catch him with a tattoo, and pull myself towards him, with a Sacrier's Fist ready for him. I land it squarely in his face, and leaves him unable to continue the fight. Now, in any other circumstance, I would just leave them on the ground, and go on with my business. However, I'm a Sacrier of my word, and get everything ready to fulfill my promise. I prepare the Sram, lift his butt just enough to get the right angle, and move away. Then, I run towards him, and kick him with a Rocky Foot as hard as I can, and send him flying to the other side of the street. That probably got some attention, but I'm sure they would forget about it. This is Brakmar, so I guess this kind of thing is pretty common. I continue on my way, get out of the alley, and finally reach the market.
I immediately start looking the many goods in the marketplace, and I have to admit that the prices can be a bit ridiculous. Of course, I don't say anything about it because I fear that they would raise the price out of spite. I quickly buy everything that I need and put it into my bag. Now that I'm done here, I'll have to look for a place to stay, and when I say that, I mean a place where I can sleep and no one will bother me. I start to leave the area, and on my way, I see something that should be completely expected of such a place like this. A pale Sram with very long black hair and brown eyes, sitting on the ground and begging for money. I guess she doesn't have the weapons to steal money. She's wearing a black skin tight one-piece suit with red bones drawn in it, and black arm sleeves with red knives drawn in them. I get near her and she put her hands forward, and I try to ignore her, but I look into her eyes. I see nothing in them, no insanity, no hunger, and worst of all, I don't see any hope in them. I look away, tell myself to keep walking, and keep telling myself that there's nothing I can do. There's no point in helping her, nothing will change if I help her, and even if I do, she's just going to continue living as a bum, just another one among the many. I tell these things to myself, which doesn't explain why I stop, instead of keep going on my way. I know this feeling, I don't know what it is, but I know it. Still, I turn around, go back to the Sram, stand in front of her, and she looks at me. I look back at her, I put my hand into my bag, and start to look for something to give her. I quickly pull out an apple, which is better than money because I don't know if she will buy something to harm herself or someone else. I present the apple to her, she looks at it for a moment, and looks at me in confusion. I gesture with the apple, so that she takes the fruit. She looks at the apple again, and finally grabs it with both hands, as if it was a treasure. With the fruit in her hands, I turn away, and go on my way to look for a spot to rest. I start to feel better about it, even though it won't do much, at least it brings me some peace.
I find a secluded spot, and made sure that no one followed me. I don't want some stranger taking my bag, and attempting to enter my home, or room, or whatever it is that people want to call it. I put my haven bag on the ground, and enter into it. It has just the basics for my travels, like a dresser, a table with some chairs, my bed, a stove, and so on. According to my clock, it's around ten in the evening, so I should prepare for bed. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, and I don't want to be here any longer than I need to. I take off my shoes, my vest, my tank top, my pants, and my underwear. Then, I move towards my buckets, pull the big one filled with clean water near the end of my bag, take a small bucket, soap, and shampoo. It may not be much, but when you're traveling around like myself, this is the best one can do. I don't complain, but some people aren't suited for this kind of thing. When I'm done with my bath, I put on my new underwear and my pajamas, which is basically another tank top and some shorts. While I wait for my short red hair to dry up, I prepare a light dinner, and eat it. By then, my hair should be already dry enough to go to my bed. I turn off my lamp, lock my bag, and I would have gone under covers, but the city is so hot, that I don't need to. It's a good thing that I'll leave tomorrow, I really hate the city, which is why I lay down, and quickly go to sleep.