Prologue: An old acquaintance
By: Lord Genesis Shadow
Disclaimer: I do own Gene Shade and all other characters mentioned. This story is rated M for violence, language, and any people whose dirty minds make things that aren't dirty seem to be. Those of you under the age of 18 should not read this, I myself couldn't really care less, but I don't really want to have your parents bugging me today or any other day for that matter. To the rest of you enjoy and please pardon my grammar and any spelling mistakes (I blame my software for the spelling, the grammar is just my laziness or boredom.
It seemed like a normal day in the countryside area twenty miles north of Sent, but in this world the word 'normal' depends on a personal view of the word, but to most people would say this qualifies hands down. The only movement was made by two men walking side by side.
"So, how are things going for you Tom? Still kicking the shit out of anything that threatens you?" Asked the taller one with a smile.
"Yeah, but not so much in recent days." replied the one called Tom, "Though otherwise I'm doin' pretty good for myself. How 'bout you Gene? Still keeping people out of troubled situations?"
Gene looked ahead of himself for a moment as if thinking his answer through.
He was wearing a very worn out and faded gray tee shirt that looked as if it were the victim of a starving family of moths, a pair of jeans that looked flat out shredded, a leather jacket that looked like it belonged on a biker, a pair of boots that looked like they belonged on a cowboy, and strangely a straw hat that one would normally not see in this particular day and age, but the oddest thing about him was his skin, it was pale blue.
"Yeah, not much goin' on though. Got myself a few new allies, and a few new enemies. I guess not many people think a guy like me is worth much, but really I stopped caring a lifetime or two ago. Licorice?" Gene offered.
"Nah, my dentist has been on the back of my teeth lately about the junk food again, unlike you I can't just rip out a tooth and wait twenty seconds for a new one to grow in."
Gene smiled again. "I actually don't eat these things, tastes too sweet if you ask me, I was just being polite. So, no chance avoiding a fight this time, eh?" He asked casually.
"No, the chief has been on me lately saying if I don't at least try to gauge your power he'll have to reassign me to another case. Just try not to kill me if you can help it, 'kay?" Tom said with a nervous laugh.
The last time he "gauged" Genes powers he ended up with two broken ribs and a lot of bruises. Tom was pretty much like most elves, tall, handsome, but unlike most elves he was a very dangerous adversary to even the strongest demons, but he hated fighting him because he wasn't even in Toms class, far from it, he seemed like he might as well be invincible. Tom was five feet, eight inches tall, weighed about one hundred and thirty six pounds, had shoulder length red hair, and blue eyes.
Gene on the other hand was six feet, nine inches tall, weighed three hundred and twenty some odd pounds, all of which seemed pure muscle, had long metallic looking silver hair with a hint of blue, and eyes the same color of his hair. He also had four arms instead of two, the others residing below the usual pair.
"I really hope you get hazard pay out of this Tom, as I recall last time we did this you were in the hospital for a week before they let you out." Gene said to his old friend.
"I do for your information, buddy, but don't worry about me, I have been training harder than ever." Tom said, having stopped several feet back dropping his arms. Gene had turned around and had stopped smiling about twenty feet away from Tom.
If someone were to see them at this point one would assume that they were mortal enemies for a second or two, but they had done this several times before and Gene new from experience the fight would only last for a few seconds to a minute at the most. They dropped their weapons on the ground and Tom readied himself in a combat stance, whereas Gene just stood there with two arms folded across his chest and the other two in his pockets.
Tom ran forward and thrust his right fist at Genes face, but before he had even gotten close Gene had simply vanished. Gene had disappeared and reappeared behind Tom and backhanded him in the ribs sending him flying some five yards away, but true to form Tom punched the ground and righted himself after two, but did not count on Gene to attack again so soon. Gene had already taken off from his standing point and stopped only five inches from Tom and slugged him hard in the stomach forcing him to bend forward long enough for Gene to bring up his knee to his nose sending him two feet up before meeting with Genes elbow to his mid-back knocking him unconscious for the third time in a year.
"You always leave your guard open Tom." Gene said as Tom hit the ground with a light thud, then looking over to his left he saw a team of men rushing over in his direction. "Oh well, here come your buddies from the infirmary." He sighed. "He has three broken ribs,
and two fractured bones in the middle of his back this time guys. I would say at least two weeks bed rest and a bit of toilet paper for his nose."
"Thanks Gene, we'll take care of him right away. By the way, would you like the results of the scans we took of your combat performance?" One or the medics asked, having done this one too many times in his life.
"No, but make sure you increase the number by about twenty times, seeing as I only used five percent." Gene replied, also having done this more than a hundred times too many in his life.
"Will do." The medic said, pushing a few buttons on a small device in his hand. Gene had already started walking as the medics disappeared from view.
Gene picked up his weapons and returned them to their rightful places. "One of these days Tom, you are going to kill yourself fighting someone like me, but the same could easily happen to me." Gene muttered to himself while pulling a tooth pick from his upper right hand jacket pocket, "After all a Guardian enforcers life might as well be sand in an hourglass that tips over when ever it feels like it." He said to himself while sticking the tooth pick in between his lips at the left corner. "Oh well, this is hand I've been dealt,
might as well make the most of it." He said as he approached the "Broken Blade", a bar that he visited when he was in this particular neck of the world. Gene sighed wearily.
"Might as well get a drink before the next bit of Hell I gotta fight finds me." He said as he entered the bar.
If anyone wants to see what happens next, the next chapter should be up soon. Until next time I leave this quote, "When life gives you lemons, get a hammer and teach those lemons the meaning of the word 'lemonade'."