He down his drink and slammed his hand on the table.
"Another." He mumbled to the barkeeper. The barkeeper raised his eyebrow in question.
"That's enough for today son. Can't have you getting to drunk." The young man scowled at him and got into the barkeepers face. "The names Simmons. Jake Simmons. Or did your thick skull not process that the last time I told you?" Jake spat into the barkeepers face. The barkeeper just sighed. "Seems Its to late. Your already drunk."
Jake was a young man at age 19. He had black, scraggly hair, dark green eyes, and I scar on his lip. He wasn't tall, and he wasn't exactly short either, being 5'8. He wasn't built, but more on the scrawny side. He wore a black duster and a grey T-shirt underneath with a white cross with vines with red thorns covering it. He wore loose grey jeans with a black buckler holding them up. His shoes were steel toe and heel combat boots. For accessories, he had a digital watch and a high crowned, wide brimmed black hat on his head.
A beeping was heard from his pocket, and he pulled out a scroll. He read the message, and swore under his breath.
"Contract?"
"Contract."
The barkeeper sighed. "Need the juice?" Jake nodded, holding his hand out. The barkeeper reached under the bar and grabbed a small vial of green liquid, which jake grabbed and downed quickly.
"If you didn't help make most of it, I'd charge you."
Jake waved his hand and lowered his hat over his face. "See ya later grandpa." The barkeeper grunted in annoyance. "And you get to call me names?" Jake waved his hand as he walked away. "Yeah. See ya."
When Jake exited the bar, he walked into the nearest alley way and pulled back his left sleeve, revealing a pad with a keyboard and a screen. He types into it, and moments later, a unmanned motorcycle came screeching down the alley way. Without stopping, Jake grabbed the handle and swung himself on, not losing any speed and taking control of the bike.
The bike was a sleek black sports bike with a white racing stripe down the middle. It had no real visible special features to the naked eye. But, when it needed to...
He looked at his scroll again and sighed. "He's on the move, shit." He came to an overcrowded public place, and the target was right through there. He merely grinned and flipped a cover on his handle, revealing a button. He pressed it, and hidden thruster on the bottom of the bike made it jump upwards. As it flew through the air, the front and back wheels split and turned into rotary blade, making it hover in the air. He pushed forward, and the thrusters on the bottom of the bike increased in power, sending him flying over the crowds of people.
"Screw you atlas, and all your community parks." He mumbled to himself. A screen between the handles of the bike displayed a map, showing the location of the target, and Jake himself.
"Holy hell he's moving fast." Jake thought to himself as he found his target. A fairly large white car was speeding down the highway below him, cutting off people and going through traffic.
"Someone's in a hurry." He thought to himself. He flew closer to the road and turned his bike back into it's land mode, making some cars swerve out of the way.
He sped up, chasing the white car. He pulled up next to it and waves at the driver with a smile. The driver was wearing shaders and a bandana on his head, typical gangster thug look. He made a double take on Jake, before giving him a scowl and pulling a gun on him.
Seeing this, Jake punched through the window and grabbed the gun, shooting the driver with it. The car swerved and drove off the highway into some alleyways of smaller buildings underneath the highway. Jake followed after them, turning his bike into it's flying mode to slow his descent.
When he got down into the alley. He found a shorter and pudgy man in white suit run into a nearby building. Jake looked back at his scroll lazily. "Yep. That's him." He got off his bike and pressed some codes into his wrist pad, and the bike drove off. He walked through the door of the building, and saw the target run out the back door.
"Not very fast." He said to himself with a laugh. He walked out the back door, only to find the pudgy man struggling to climb over the fence. "Wow." He thought to himself as he walked up to him. The pudgy man turned Around to find Jake walking towards him. He growled with anger.
"Little shit, do you know who your dealing with!? I'll have your head mounted on my wall!" Jake yawned. "Honestly, yours might be, depending on my employers intentions."
Jake pulled out a metal plate with half circles cut out of on opposite sides. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." He heard clicking come from the rooftop, and he turned to look. A sniper was up there, with his sights trained on him. He ran for cover behind a tree, wood pieces flying as the tree got hit.
"The hard way then." He mumbled. He waited until the shooting stopped. He peeked over to see the shooter reloading his weapon. Jack took this as a time to strike. He ran to the side of the house and leapt onto the side of the building half way up. He then jumped up and away from the building, going higher than the building.
In mid air, he pulled out two desert eagle .50's from within his duster. One was white, with gold trimming and a gold sun on the handle, the letter A engraved into the sun. The other was black, with red trimming and a red crescent moon on the handle, with another A engraved into the moon.
The gunner didn't even have time to look up before he was shot to all hell. Jake landed with a backroll, and looked for his target. "Fat little shit. Where ya go?" He mumbled angrily.
He walked to the front of the house and found the man running down the street, wheezing as he went on. "Oh for the love of..." Jake aimed at the target with his white gun and shot him through the knee, making him fall to the ground with a pained yell.
Jake marched up to the man as he tried to get back up and kicked him in the back, making him fall again. "I'm REAL close to bringing you in dead." He said through gritted teeth. He grabbed metal plate and slammed it into the mans back. A blue light coming from the plate enveloped him, putting him into stasis.
Jake tapped into his wrist pad, and his bike rode in from an alleyway. He went up to it and pressed a button on the rear of the bike. A small trailer unfolded out of it, having a hover system instead of wheels for heavier loads. "I would sling you over the back of my bike, but you might crush it." He called over his shoulder to his paralyzed prey.
After some rolling and heavy lifting, he got the man strapped down onto the trailer and drove off. He saw some cop cars coming from the opposite direction. "Shit." He drove into another alleyway, deciding to take the longer, but more secretive route.
After some time of traveling, he got to the docks. He noticed some cars and a limo pulled out front of a warehouse in a semicircle. "Rich boy eh?" Jake thought with a grin. He pulled up into the middle and stepped off, letting the engine run.
A man stepped out of the limo. He was stupidly tall, which made me question how he was comfortable in the limo. He was at least 7 feet, wearing a black suit and red tie. He wore a fedora, which was equally as black as his suit. He seemed to be bald, since he had no sideburns, and his eyes were a pale blue. His skin looked pale, like he spent all day indoors. His face seemed expressionless, giving an eerie feeling to the air.
Jake kicked off the fat man off the trailer, knocking off the metal plate as well. He immediately started to scream profanity, but stopped when he saw the man, sheer terror on his face.
He looked at jake with pleading eyes. "Please no! I...I take back what I said. I'll do anything! I'll pay you more! How much is he paying you!? I'll double it." The man in the suit spoke, his voice sending shivers up my spine. "The offer I made was 1,000,000 lien. A bit higher than your average pay grade, eh?" He said to jake and the man.
"Now, if you please. Hand over the man. You'll get your money." He motioned his hand to one of the other cars, and another man came out, holding a suitcase. He opened it, and Jake could see from where he was standing the big numbers on the lien cards.
"Alright, as I bring tubby over there, he puts the money on the bike. Deal?" Jake said to the tall man, picking up the fat one by his collar. The tall man smiled with obvious fake kindness. "Deal."
He walked over to the tall man with the fat one, keeping an eye on the one with the suitcase as he walked to the bike, placing the case on the seat.
Two more men came out of another car, one carrying a potato sack and another a Pistol. Jake kicked the fat one to the tall mans feet, who kneeled down and smiled. "Now, you know I don't like being double crossed Lenny. I gave you a fair amount of chances." The fat man, who's known as Lenny, began to cry. "Please! I'm sorry mr Snello! I...i swear on my life that I won't betray you!"
Mr Snello leaned down and whispered into Lenny's ear. "No use swearing on something you lost." The man with the potato sack threw the sack over Lenny's head, then tied his hands behind his back. He then threw lenny into the trunk of the limo, all the while Lenny was screaming for mercy.
Jake clapped his hands together and walked backwards. "Great. You got your man, and I got my money." Jake said with a smile as walked over to the suitcase. He opened it, looking over his shoulder at Mr Snello as He did so. "But I got to say, I'm surprised you gave me..." He looked at the suitcase, and his smile melted off his face. "The fuck is this shit!?"
The suitcase had two phone books in it, each big enough to fill in the space of the case. Jake threw them out, and found that only a layer of wads of cash were in there. He turned towards Mr Snello angrily.
"You trying to play me as a fool!?" Mr Snello tsked as he reached behind him, an annoyed look on his face. "I'm not, no." He pulled out a pistol that seemed to be able to stop a charging Goliath in it's tracks.
I reached for my pistols, but he then pointed the gun at the one who placed the suitcase on the bike and shot him, sending him flying over the hood of the car he stood In front of. "But, you did cause some trouble in the process of your job. The rest of the money was used to keep the authorities silent about the little fight on the bridge. That was one of my vehicles, and I didn't need them tracing it to me."
Jake raised his guns again, pointing them at Snello. "The contract never stated anything about reward deductions for misshapes!" Mr Snello holstered his gun and sighed. "Yes, but I know your type, and you people never go for those type of jobs. And now that you threatened me..." He snapped his fingers and eight people piled out of the cars, all with pistols. "I have no choice but to eliminate you. Boys, light him up." He said as he got into his limo. It drove away, fading into the night.
They walked forward, and Jake had no choice but to activate his semblance. Jake Crouched slightly and bursted forwards, a black blur, and placed the nozzles of both his pistols on two of the nearest guys chests, them being right in front of him, and pulled the trigger, killing them both instantly.
They started shooting, but Jake had already moved into the air, seemingly flying. He shot down, hitting one in the head and another one in the right of his chest. They shot at him again, but Jake had seemingly blinked out of the air and onto the ground, where he sped off behind the cars and up the building. He looked down at them as they aimed around, confused.
"Where the fuck you go!?"
"Guys, he a teleporter. Watch your backs."
"Bullshit. I've seen people like that, and this is different."
"Then what the hell is he!?"
"You're all just slow." Jake called down from the top of the building. They aimed at where he was, but he was gone. They heard someone whistle from behind them, and they turned around, only to get shot in vital areas. Jake then walked up to each body and shot it in the head. "Can't leave witnesses of that show." He thought to himself.
He got into his bike, clipping the suitcase onto the the side, and drove off towards his home. His home was a small apartment building, or it was, until he got there and found a couple of cars pulled up hazardously in front of it.
Jake got up and silently walked up to the window and peeked in. People, who were dressed like the ones he met at the dock, we're looking through his stuff. Annoyed, he pulled out his guns and kicked the door down. He shot them before they could fully look at him. He saw what they were looking through.
"My money...thieving little-" Jake stopped when he saw one holding a pair of his underwear. He didn't keep money in there. For good measure, Jake walked up to him and unloaded both clips onto the mans face, leaving a bloody mess for a head.
Knowing what's to happen next, Jake packed up some clothes into a backpack and dumped all his remaining money into a duffle bag, which he slung over his shoulder. He grabbed a lighter from one of the men and lit it up. He took one last look at the place before throwing the match onto the bed, starting a fire.
When he got outside, he pulled out a brick from the sidewalk and went to one of their cars. He turned it so it faced the apartment, and got out. He threw the brick onto the pedal of the car and it drove straight into the apartment.
He got into his bike and drove off, his apartment exploding as he exited the parking lot. Sirens could already be heard in the distance, and he needed to get out of town. He drove to an airship liner and came up to a person about to close the vehicle transportation deck.
The person turned around with a confused look. "Sir, this is a restricted area. Can you please-" Jake pulled out a wad of lien cards from the duffel bag and showed it to him. "This, if you shut up and let me on." He paused before taking the lien and stepping out of the way. "Please make sure your vehicle is secure when you park it."
He drove in and parked his bike in a empty spot. A blue shell of light surrounded the bike when he got off it, keeping it in place. Jake then walked onto the deck and leaned over the railing as the ship started to take off. The intercom came on with musical ding. "Now leaving atlas, and heading to vale."
"Vale..." Jake thought as he looked at the tall buildings of atlas. "Been a while." The skyline of atlas faded into the night, and so did his home.
Hey, blaze here. I'm gonna be writing another fiction here. So I'm gonna try juggling these two, making go from one after the other. So expect the next one to be A New Beginning. And to those who complained about the spacing. I looked back at the chapters...and it was pretty bad, yeah. So I fixed them, and hopefully it's better. So until later, Blaze out.
P.S: see if you guys can find my painfully obvious Easter Egg of a certain friend of any person who likes internet horror stories XP.