SOUL: Just something new I wanted to type up

Desperate Souls

By Soul-Girl

Prologue

It had just stop raining, Hwoarang Sashin age twenty-five, a man of 6'3 with wind whipped reddish-brown hair and dark brown eyes, a sight many women fell for only to end up with broken hearts, dressed in a tan colored blazer, pressed white shirt, red tie and brown dress shoes.

He was also a made man in the Yakuza, and his two bodyguards, (1) Zhao Junli and his brother Alex Junli, dressed in black blazers, white shirts and black ties, both twenty-six, left the strip joint at three in the morning, smelling of smoke, booze, sweat and other bodily fluids.

One would have no way of knowing that they were in the Yakuza unless they were to look at the right hand of all its members. A red dragon claw tattoo outlined in black signified them as the red dragon clan.

One of his bodyguards started laughing, "Did'ja see the tits on the one in the red leather outfit, Zhao?" Alex asked as he nudged Zhao with his elbow. "She had the bra with the steel spike nipples." A smirk spread across (2) Zhao's normally blank face as he gave a slight tilt of his head indicating that he had.

They were making their way back to their hotel rooms as they had just completed a hit and they decided to celebrate at a strip joint.

BANG. . .

Hwoarang, Zhao and Alex suddenly froze hearing the gunshot rumble through the air like thunder they put their hand on their pieces. A puzzled look was on Alex's face as felt something warm run down his chest, he brought his hand up to his chest then he brought it up to eye level with his face seeing the red liquid coating his fingers.

A choked gurgle escaped his now blooded lips as he spit up blood. "H-H-Hwoarang!" Alex whispered, stuttering in an alarmed voice. Zhao and Hwoarang whirled around, their eyes going wide at the gunshot wound, before they could udder a single word…

BANG. . .

The next blast came from behind Alex. Hwoarang and Zhao could only watch in horror as the front of Alex's head exploded covering them in blood and brain matter, his lifeless body dropped to the cold concrete with a heavy thump.

They looked up in time to see the shooter, garbed in a dark gray cloak like trench coat with the hood drawn up, aim the gun at them again. Zhao, in his grief and rage over loosing Alex, started firing bullets blindly at the hit man.

It seemed that none of the bullets were having an effect on the hit man. Hwoarang, seeing what was happening, started running down alleyways leaving Zhao to protect himself.

BANG. . .

Feeling a sharp explosion of pain enter his leg, he collapsed to the ground screaming in pain and horror holding his leg. He grimly noted that his kneecap had been shot out from the backside shattering it completely.

BANG. . .

Another thunderous like shot rang out. Hwoarang looked up in time to see the bullet go through Zhao throat, tearing through his windpipe and severing his spinal cord killing him instantly. He started crawling down the ally only to find a dead end. A shadow loomed over him, quickly he turned with his gun drawn, a sharp pain entered his hand as his gun was kick out of his hand and another gun jammed painfully into his neck.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. . ." the gunmen chastise him, as if he was some misbehaved child who went into the cookie jar, he dropped his hood showing pale features, silvery-white hair and dark gray eyes stared at him blankly. "P-p-please. . .don't kill me. . .I-I-I'll give you anything, anything want, just let me live." Hwoarang begged, sweating and shaking.

"Dear, sweet, Hwoarang," he mockingly cooed as he stroked Hwoarang's cheek with his gloved hand, a pitying look on his face. "Did she beg for life, too, Hwoarang?" he asked, whispering in Hwoarang's ear. "No. . .she was too stubborn and we both know that. . .too stubborn to give up." He said staring into Hwoarang's now wide fretful eyes and ashen white face.

"And you know what? She was also too stubborn. . .stubborn to die." Hwoarang's body gave a harsh jerk as his eyes widen in horror. "I'll take you up on that offer though."

"W-whatever you want." The gunman nodded his head as he stood up, "Whatever I want?" he asked, raising a brow as he turned and walk a few paces away. "Whatever. You want." Hwoarang quickly replied. The white haired man began to chuckle, "Whatever I want. . ." he mumbled to himself. Something in his domineer changed that scared Hwoarang shitless. "Well Hwoarang. . .I want your life!" he shouted, whipping around, his gun raised and he fired.

BANG. . .BANG. . .BANG. . .

The loud thunderous like booms rang out through out the empty, cold, wet streets and then all was quite. "Kokuzoku. Fukyuu uchini jigoku." He said, his manic laughter following him as he left the alley and he started to hum a hauntingly, happy, tune to himself.