i don't own runescape, but i do own almost all the people i made in here...well their personalities anyway.

chapter 1: Enter red Hawk

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"AHHHHH!!!"

"RUN!!!"

Three highway men had just successfully robbed another pair of travelers on their way from lumbridge to falador. That was their fourth in an hour, and they felt like they were on fire. One noticed something out the corner of his eye...two men...beige...cloaked men? You don't get those looks in this region often.

"More travelers!" he hissed at his leader and fellow grunt

"Back to the hiding spots boys, this will be our ALL TIME RECORD-" his two lackey's winced, remembering they'd tried once before and failed miserably."- of most thefts in a day and i do NOT want this going wrong!" he said in a hushed, aggrivated tone remembering how they had been cause for failure nine times out of ten.

The two traveling men just made it to the path's intersection when the highway men jumped out and gave their famous line.

"Stand and deliv-HUH?!"

"Stand and delive-HARRY!"

"stand and de-UUUUAAAHHH!!"

The taller of the two travelers had turned and ran "harry" through with a long two-handed sword. From the looks of it, he got him in the heart. Had he not screamed, the other two would have doubted he felt it at all. One bandit noticed the smaller man had still not turned around. It accually looked like he was fiddling with something, but from his angle he couldn't tell.

"BASTARDS!!!" The highway grunt yelled as he ran at the still turned around man, arms raised prepared to chop him in two. The long bladed man did nothing but watch, allowing his earth brown eyes to be visible and showing quite alot of amusement.

"SUMMONING: SPIRIT SCORPION...POISON SHOT!" The smaller man's voice rose with every word.

The once running thief had made it within two feet of the man before he felt heat in his chest. He looked down to see he had ran into a tail of some sort and now had a stinger in his chest. He looked at the smaller man, laughed, pulled the stinger out and poised to strike again when he droped to his knees, suddenly screaming in agony.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He began frantically ripping through his shirt to see that the stinger's poison had melted a hole in his chest. The hole got to be about three inches below neck before his screams turned to gurgles and finally silence. Ironically he was still alive, as the poison only ate through his esophagus so far. That was a good sign, as the heart was next in line. He'd have five more seconds tops before the poison would begin to eat away at his heart.

The highway leader looked at the two corpses, then at the beige cloaked men, and back at the bodies. He took one last glance at the travelers who had now...removed their hoods?

The taller man, blood still dripping from his blade, turned to look at the leader. His earth eyes still had that twinkle of amusement. If there were no whites, his eyes would have blended in with his dark skin.

Had the leader not 'soiled' himself in fear, he would have laughed at the way the man's sharp white hair dropped down a bit to frame his face causing a major contrast. The man looked back at his partner who was currently digging through his pack, his scorpion quickly piling the things he threw next to him.

Suddenly the smaller tan skinned man with the grey skull cap on stood up, shouting "found it!" and ran over to the earthen eyed man who had gone back to staring down the highway leader. He quickly opened up a file and handed it to the taller man, who began to read as the summoner replaced all the things he had taken out.

"Jeof...highway man...your success rate is sub-par, which leads me to question the death toll on your records. However, no explanation is needed. The kingdom of misthalin has deemed you guilty. Your punishment is death." finished the dark man in a tone that suggested it was 'just business'.

Jeof's eyes grew wide, He knew his death was coming from day one, seeing as that was the penelty for murder. If only he had known what looking into the eyes of your killer was like, he'd have never started a "highway man's" life in the first place. He briefly wondered if this was what his victims felt like. He watched the dark man's eyes turn from brown to white. He knew his death would be from magic now...he closed his eyes tight as he waited.

'Great, and by magic no less. I heard the pain of some magics can be worse than death itself...please just do it quickly.' the leader thought as he quietly waited.

After about another thirty seconds of waiting, he finally worked up the courage to peep though one eye. He looked up and saw two arrows sticking out of the tall man's shoulder, who had now turned away to face what now had his attention.

Looking past the man, the leader saw a blonde, pony-tailed girl in a red vest and chaps with what appeared to be golden colored hawk eyes knocking back another arrow. She let loose at the tall man again, but the smaller man's scorpion moved to deflect the arrow. eventually locrusilas stood next to him and began deflecting the small flurry of arrows the woman was creating.

The smaller man, who the highway leader assumed was ink, was appearing to have trouble dodging the arrows while maintaining contact with the scorpion, so he dismissed it. However, Even with the strain of summoning gone he still wasn't agile enough. He took a group of 3 arrows to the thigh before yelling in pain and falling over.

The large man, or locrusilas the leader guessed, was fine however. The arrows were pinging off of his body whenever they had managed to slip past his sword. This caused confusion for the highway leader as the two arrows shot earlier got him in the shoulder, but now none were hitting. On closer inspection he noticed locrusilas' lips moving as if chanting.

'prayer...' Thought the leader to himself as more arrows whizzed pass him.

Finally the arrows stopped and Ink looked the worse for wear. He rolled on his side, took something out of his pack and slammed it on the ground. A floating jelly fish type creature poofed into existence and immeadiatly began glowing light blue.

After a small moment Ink stood up and the arrows fell out of his leg. The holes where they pierced were healing up, leaving scars and red marks in their place

"Stupid bitch, always following us with attempts to kill us..." He muttered to himself. Locrusilas nodded his agreement.

"I'M AM NOT A GOD-DAMNED PIN CUSHIN YOU DUMB BROAD!" he yelled and quickly dismissed the jelly fish familar he'd summoned before, only to pull out yet another pouch, kneel down and slam it onto the ground. A large minotaur with a giant dark blue battle axe and armor poofed in front of Ink and stood in a defensive stance. Both feeling the angry vibes pulsing from the blonde.

She shot off another arrow, this one glowing and flying a bit faster, favoring silence as she continued her attempts to land a hit and end the pair.

The large minotaur blocked the arrow with its human sized battle axe and Ink looked just in time to catch her darting off into the forest "Loc, take care of the highway leader, i'ma go get that bitch." He spat, the bandit mentally laughed at himself for getting the names right.

"Right, don't die following her. Remember...she's got the ra-" he began

"The range advantage, believe me i know." he unsheathed a red dagger and took off, the minotaur not far behind.

"now then, that leaves the question of what to do with you...ah yes, death." locrusilas smiled when the bandit opened his mouth but shut it when he saw his hands glow. it was at this point the leader decided he had enough and booked.

"you'll like this, a...friend taught me how to do it." he shot an arm forward.

"BLOODY SNARE" he yelled as vines with long sharp thorns rose up and wrapped themselves around the running man. He tripped and more vined covered in the same thorns shot up from the ground and slammed themselves across the man's back, causing him to scream bloody murder as more razor sharp thorns pierced the areas in between his spinal disks and some even between his ribs. As if that wasn't enough, more and more vines kept adding to the pile, but it was so thick they were not even able to reach the man with their spikes.

"Consider that your jail for the next five minutes of your life...if you live that long." He he kept a straight face now.

It was true, the leader was bleeding out from the thorns and he knew it. As they began to squeeze tighter the leader felt an even sharper pain than before as his once whole ribs had turned broken and began piercing his lung alongside the thorns, which were now growing in length. His eyes rolled back and he began to cough up massive amounts of blood.

With most of his internal body organs skewered from the huge thorns, he died after convulsing from lack of oxygen due to punctured lungs.

Locrusilas didn't even bother to look back as he sped away after his possible pin cushin partner.

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The blonde had ran pretty far into draynor's forest. When she had first started, the sun was just begining to set, and now it was dark. She had numerous cuts and scrapes from all the loose branches she'd run into, and her eyes hurt for maintaining her hawk eyes for so long.

"RRRGGGHHHH!! Why can't they just die like normal people!?!? They always messed things up for me before-" She began to rant. "-and now this! The one that I shot is actually up and chasing me!" She frowned as she recalled her one hundred percent hit ratio with her hawk eyes back in her training days.

"of course, that was back the-OOF!" She was cut short as she tripped over a root that decided to stick out just a little too far.

"owwww..." She grumbled as she pulled herself to her feet and dusted off. She was about to bend over to pick back up her bow when she heard the last thing she wanted to hear right now.

"STEEL BULL RUSH!"

The archer stepped back, or rather stumbled and fell, just in the nick of time to avoid Ink and his minotaur slashing at her simultaneously, the former having sprung above the latter in a leaping motion to cut whatever stood in his and/or his bull's path...He was an empath after all. If the animal wanted it, chances with ink were they got it.

She hit the ground and immeadiatly rolled to the side to avoid the giant battle axe meant for her head. she had no time to rest as ink followed up the attack with a swift kick to the face that knocked her down as she rolled to get up. Still, she knew with it being two to one she'd have no time to relax and rolled herself backwards and narrowly avoided having her head smashed by the bull's giant hoof.

Now that she accually had some distance, she reached behind her and grabbed an arrow only to remember she had to leave the bow if she wanted to keep her pretty head on her shoulders. Both parties paused, Ink fearing the fact that there was distance, the blonde fearing the fact that she had nothing to shoot with.

There was a small stare down. Neither moved an inch, not wanting to set off the other in a frenzy of attacks.

The archer was currently trying to come up with a plan to pick up the fallen bow without losing any limbs. Her brows furred as every solution turned out to be a run-in-and-hope-for-the-best kind of deal. She couln't have that one hit with Ink.

'sure, shrugging off pain is no big deal, but the minotaur would definatly break something or plain chop me in two, and im absoloutly sure ink's dagger is poisoned with the same venom he's used on the highway man earler...it's funny though...he looks like he's really out of it...' she began to trail off in thought when her eyes widened in surprise.

Ink on the other hand was having a nervous breakdown. he wasn't supplied with any ranged weapons for the simple task of highway man extermination, especially being paired with his childhood friend locrusilas.

'I should really try for a law suit if i make it back alive' he mentally chuckled at the dark thought. he didn't have the luxury of being blessed like locrusilas ....nor did he notice that the girl was missing her bow. Almost all of his concentration was being put into the minotaur protecting him from any attacks sent his way. He was about to dismiss the minotaur and run in when the strangest thought ran through his mind. Sis jaw dropped slighty and he mentally slapped himself for not noticing it sooner.

"YOU'RE MISSING YOUR BOW!!!" Ink bellowed out almost accusasively

"YOU CAN BARELY CONCENTRATE WHEN YOU SUMMON, HUH?!" The would be assassin practically screamed in a teasing voice.

Both had been taken aback by the others comment, but only ink was still grinning like a champion.

"you forget though, idiot-" he began and the blonde felt a change in the air...almost like static "-my familar is my WEAPON, and thats more i can say for you...." the minotaur began charging almost as soon as he had finished the sentence. its once dark axe was now gaining a slightly transparent blue aura over the head and occasionaly a spark would hop from one spot to the next.

Ink held out a closed fist, glowing the same color as the axe. He closed his eyes and the bulls once black eyes lightened up to a tanish brown. It's axe began to float above its head as the blue left Ink's hand and jumped onto the axe, and then began to become a focus point for a softball sized lightning ball.

Both fighters stood for a moment, Ink focusing on completing the electrified ball, and the blonde wondering if now was the time to make the dash for her bow.

The orb disappeared for a moment, and the blonde figured that was her que to run for the bow.

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Locrusilas must have been searching for ink for about 30 minutes now. He had been running before, but once nightfall came he decided to slow down to a walk.

"Yo! Ink!" he pointlessly hollered out for what seemed to be the thousandth time now. he was thinking about saying 'screw it' and calling one of those new "rescue teams" he'd been hearing about so much lately. He silently damned the fact they didn't exist when he first began the life of a scaper.

'Nooooooooooooooooo, we had to learn survival the hard way..." He remembered the falador massacre that'd happened when he was a child...that alone was enough to put a grimmace on his face

------flashback------

blood. fire. limbs. loot.

locrusilas had been running through the falador slums, trying to outrun the murderers that'd been chasing him. they'd caught him twice now, only for him to escape at the last moment. needless to say his pursuers had been pretty pissed by now, and were launching everything they had. the young loc had at least four knives sticking out of his back, and numerous gashes where arrow and darts had gazed him. he was begining to feel woozy and was sure the projectiles had some poison on them.

yeah, he was scared. his head hurt, stomach churned, and his lungs burned. but the thing he was worried the most about the most was the illness that was still eating away at his very life.

(further flashback)

he had run out of medicine before the rampage began, and his mentor had stepped out to retrieve it. he SHOULD have been with his parents, but they were killed by trolls during the small battle at death plateau. they'd mentioned in their will that loc be given to his mentor, who would only answer to kat, to be watched over.

before his mentor made it back, the slaughter had begun, and loc's body was now trembling due to his sickness.

'the apothecary was only down the alleyway a little bit, im sure if i run fast enough i can make it.' he tried to boost his confidence, but as the thought ended another cannon fired and he cried out as it blasted throught the small shack's wall.

deciding it was not safe to stay in one spot for long, he grabbed the child sized bronze 2h his mentor gave him to train with and dashed out the door.

that was when the saveges took notice of him and began to follow.

(end futher flashback)

now he was at a dead end. litterally. he had nowhere to go and the attackers were closing in. he quickly unsheathed the 2h from his back, but the illness had made his body too weak to hold it properly and he droped it.

he knelt down and fell into a violent coughing fit, coughing up drops of blood. his would be killers were advancing on him. he began to fade to black and the last thing he saw before he passed out was a white wolf howling out a whirlwind that blew the attackers back and into a wall.

---end flashback---

He chuckled as he remembered when he first learned that ink had been his saving grace that day.

'I still can't remember how I0 ended up alive though...' he though. true to word, the illness should have taked him, but the next day he woke up in a local hospital set up just outside of falador. the one inside the city appearantly was too gruesome and wrecked at the moment for anyone to want to look at it.

'but enough memories, the sooner i find ink, the sooner we leave. faster leaving equals longer drinking time at home, and thats an equation i can get down with.' he thought with mild amusement

"INK!!!" he called out again for the ump-teenth time.

he inhaled deeply and was about to yell out again when he heard the sound of arrows 'thunkink' into something and a large electrical pop. to his excitement and sorrow he recognized both sounds.

"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK!!!!" he hurriedly dashed off again for his friend, praying to any god he could recall.

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so? how was it? gimme reviews. i got the story pretty planned out, and i think you will like the way i take it. it does calm down soon for a few chapters but i promise you the action comes back full force. a cookie for the person who can tell me what summon ink used. :D