Based on Guilty Gear by Daisuke Ishiwatari.
THE MISSING LINK.
Story by Riddle Glitch. Note: This fic is on hiatus and it'll take me a while to figure it out how to make this fic work.
Chapter 01: Mister Badguy.
Somewhere in Neo New York, a man walked through the desert of what once was New York. You could see the statue of liberty covered in sand not far away from where this man was heading. He was a tall man, well build with long dark Brown hair in a ponytail, he wore a red jacket with no sleeves and light White pants with red shoes. He had a red headband with the Word "FREE" carved on it. On his hand, he was holding close a rectangular sword.
Soon enough he reached the place he was looking for.
He walked into a bar, there was a lot of noise around the place, people celebrating, people mourning, people depressed, there were all kinds of emotions going on. He went straight to the bartender, taking a seat on a wooden chair before lightening a cigarette.
"Hey, it's been a while, you want the usual?" The bartender was cleaning a glass while he spoke, he was rather thin but friendly looking.
The man simply nodded, he was a man of few words.
The bartender put out a clean glass and then took out a bottle of bourbon, pouring a nice amount of the liquid he then handed it over. "Here you go."
"Well am glad you are 'ere already, Mister Badguy." The voice of a older man was Heard from behind, laughing softly, he took a seat.
"Sheriff Dylan, what can I get ya?" The bartender smiled as he saw the large obese guy with the cowboy hat.
"What he's drinkin', what is it? Bourbon? You should drink something else boy, you always drink the same." Sheriff Dylan told Badguy.
"Why hello there Sheriff Dylan, does your friend need any company?" The voice of a woman was Heard, next to Badguy who remained there, smoking his cigar.
"Darlin', I don't even know what this guy is thinkin' everytime I meet him. Say, Badguy, you going take this fine Young lady somewhere?" Dylan chuckled softly.
"Fuck off." Badguy said, smoking some more, he aimed his words towards the woman, letting her know he wasn't interested in any of her attentions.
"How rude." The woman said and walked away.
"You never change, do ya?" Dylan laughed softly, drinking the glass of bourbon the bartender handed him.
"You've got work for me?" Badguy said.
"Well... I had, but you know, the current bounty I was going to hand you over was just taken care of." Dylan sighed softly.
"How much?"
"It was a pretty fat bounty. You've Heard of Jonathan Sfondi right? He was just captured by the captain of the Holy Order Unit within the International Police Department."
"That guy?"
"Eeyup, your good friend Mister Kiske."
Badguy just grabbed his glass, not drinking, just keeping it close to him.
"What else do you got?"
"Well... I've just Heard of a bounty, as a matter of fact I just got the file."
"Is it worth it?"
"It is bigger than Sfondi's. This is one serious bounty, boy. Guess who was the one who issued the bounty?" Dylan looked at Badguy and then told him. "Illyria, it was issued by Queen Ariels herself."
There was no response coming from Badguy, he put out his cigar on a ashtray nearby and then grabbed the file that Dylan handed him.
"Test Undersn aka Testament."
Looking at the pictures on the file, it showed a man with pale skin and long dark hair.
"Does the old man know?"
"Like I said, I just picked this bounty up on the way here, but if I got the file, surely... Mister Undersn got it also. What ya gonna do, boy?"
Grabbing the glass again, Badguy drinked the bourbon quickly and stood up, putting a 10 world dollar bill on the table and grabbing his sword while beginning to walk away and out of the bar.
"A bounty is a bounty, I gotta make a living."