I don't own any of this characters, expect my OCs

Somewhere in Venezuela lies a bakery. Where a husband and wife make some of the best homemade bread, muffins, pies, and cakes in the town. However, unknown to most of the citizens in the town, they also work for the U.S government as spies. They have been tracked someone for sometime now. When they opened up shop one morning, they had a most interesting visitor as if god himself wanted them to find their target. So instead of them finding him, he found them. They knocked him out, and dragged him downstairs. Most people don't get to see what they hide in the basement of the shop, but their visitor would soon find him. The husband carried their visitor over his shoulder as his wife opened the door. A woman is on the other side.

"We have him." The husband said.

"I can see that." The woman said. "He isn't dead, is he? Because he is no use to us dead."

"No, he is alive." The husband said. "Where do you want him?"

"Hang him by his arms over there." The woman said. "And if you don't mind, take off his shirt, pants, shoes, and socks. Please and thank you."

The husband did as he was told and hung the man by his arms. He removed the article of clothing that she requested. The woman walked up to them and patted them both on the shoulder.

"You two have done great work." She said rubbing their shoulders. "And with this last job, you two are done. You can continue to run your bullshit bakery until you both die. Run around naked, bake bread, jerk off, or whatever the fuck you want to do. Now leave me with my specimen."

The husband and wife left. The woman turned to her "specimen" and admired his body. Toned, muscular body. He was said to have been through many battles, yet shows no signs of it. He matches the picture they sent. Just to be sure, she checks his neck and confirms it. He has a small scar on neck. Grabbing her "Toys" and a small bucket of water, she walks over to him. She pours the water all over him to wake him. The man wakes up coughing.

"Where..am..I?" He said trying to figure out where he is.

"You're where you need to be, right where I want you." She said walking over to her desk and coming back with a folder. "I've been watching you for a long time now. And I must say, I like you. But no matter how handsome you are, I have question and you will answer them."

"Sure, just one question." He said.

"I'm in a good mood, so ask away." She said.

"Do you have a towel I could use?" He asked. "I'm quite wet and would like to dry off. If you could get me one, that would be nice."

She raised an eyebrow at his comment.

"I need you like that for the game we are going to play." She said grabbing her "toys" to show him. "It's a fun game and you're going to love it. You see these rods, they use this crazy thing called bioelectricity. They can go as high as over a million volts. I never got that high with them, but I could if you make me. So I ask you some questions, and if I don't like the answers you give, I'll give you a little shock."

"Of course, for once can I bitch the try drastic measures to get what they want." He said cursing his luck.

"Okay first question, where is Rosarita Cisneros?" She said dragging the rods across each other.

"Who?" He asked.

She smiled as she placed both rods on his body electrocuting him. Every single fiber of his being wanted to scream out in agony, but his gritted his teeth. She removed the rods.

"How that feel, smartass?" She said walking around him. "You can scream. These walls are sound proof. Scream and cry all you want. It's just between you and me. It'll be our little secret. But, that's what happens when you decide to be an asshole when I ask you a very simple question. Don't a dumbass again, do you understand me?"

"No, I didn't quite catch that." He said as she brought one rod to his arm.

The rod burned all of the skin off of his arm. She dragged the rod up and down his arm. Pushing it further in until she reached his bone before removing it. The man took deep breaths.

"Still not getting it." The man said.

She electrocuted his other arm. The smell of burning flesh begins to fill the air. It makes the man want to vomit as the woman loved it.

"Okay okay I got it, shit I lost it." The man said not relenting on giving his interrogator a hard time.

She electrocuted the place where the sun doesn't shine. This one got him to scream in pain. He starts to shake and moving around trying to escape the rod. She removed it. She looked at him, then at her folder.

"So let's see here, Jabari Omoi Ning." She said reviewing her folder. "Seems a little effeminate if you ask me. It says here you have a Mongolian father and a Tongan mother. Aren't you special?"

"Shut the fuck up." He said.

"Awe, what's the matter?" She asked getting in his face. "I can't believe I ever thought some jackass like you were cute. But not all is lost, I could make you my bitch. After I break you that is, you'll be my bitch. And you'll be a very good bitch. Now where can I find the Bloodhound of Florencia?"

He said nothing.

"I know you two have worked together in the past." She continued. "I know you're not in Venezuela on business. I could have you arrested and have them throw you under the prison for the crimes you've done. Maybe after I find the Rosarita, I'll pay a visit to the little girl you seem to be so fond of over in England. You did promise her you would come back for her, didn't you? I'll be sure to give her your regards."

"You shouldn't concern yourself with the girl or the Bloodhound, you should be more concerned with how you are going to get out of here alive." He said as he starts to laugh. "If you plan on shocking me again, I suggest you turn up to max and hope I die, because if I don't you will die here in this room."

"Your funeral, don't say I didn't warn you." She said raising the voltage before shoving the rods into his body.

Blood cam shooting out of his body as he screamed in pain. The lights in the room flickered on and off. She pushed the rods further into his body. He grabbed the ropes the was held by until his hands started to bleed. When she finally let go, his head dropped to the ground and his body was left smoking.

"What a waste." She said turning away.

She took off her gloves and put her rods away. As she put her toys away, the rope snapped and the man's body dropped to the floor in a loud thud. She shrugged seeing the limp body there. When she finished getting her stuff, she turned around and bumped into something. She looked up and there he was. As if she had seen a ghost she dropped to the floor.

"Just what are you?" She said in disbelief that he survived as she backed away.

"Do you know who I am?" He said stalking her. "Do you know what they used to say about me in the underworld?"

She continued to back away.

"Heh heh heh." He said continuing to stalk her.

When she reached the wall, she had nowhere to go. He grabbed her by her hair.

"A monster through and through." He said getting inches from her face. "I'm the violence on the back streets. I'm Marshall D. Teach and you're going to die. I'm the spawn of your bad dreams. I'm Marshall D. Teach and you're going to die. I'm product of your weakness. I'm Marshall D. Teach and you're going to die. When your gods gone, you can believe this. I'm Marshall D. Teach and you're going to die."

"Fight, Teach, fight." She whispered.

"It's actually Kill, Teach, Kill." He said.

When the door opened to the main room of the bakery. Everyone looked as shock as Teach emerged from the back with no shirt, no shoes or socks with blood all over his body. He walked by them until he reached the husband and wife. He looked them down as if they were next. He grabbed a two muffins and pointed to the exit. They nodded and he left with two muffins.

Inside of a small warehouse, some triads are celebrating after a successful bank robbery. Beer, women. drugs, and money all around the room.

"Let's party." One triad member said as a stripper gives him a lap dance. "Fuck the police. They don't run shit, we do. We're the fucking triads."

"That's right." Another said.

As they continue to party, one gets up and leaves the room. One of the women hired to cater to gang members followed him outside.

"Something wrong, Master Kai?" She asked him.

"I don't know." Kai said turning away from her.

She walks over to him and holds him close. She glides her hands down his well toned body.

"Kai, you can talk to me." She said hugging him tightly.

"I just, feel I could have done more with my life than being a thug." Kai said. "I'm a murderer. I remember I wanted to be a police officer when I grew up. Defending and protecting people. But now, I kill people for my own benefit."

"You can always change." She said.

"That's what kept telling myself." Kai said grabbing her hand. "Jasmine, maybe with you at my side. I could change. Leave this life behind me."

He held her close and returned to the party. The festivities when on as planned. All the women got together and performed their famous dance. As the finished, the lights went out.

"What the fuck just happened?"

"The lights, somebody turn out the lights."

BOOM BOOM BOOM

"What the fuck was that?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Somebody is in this room."

BANG BANG BANG

The lights came by one. The triad members grabbed their guns and looked around. Searching every room, every closet, and bathroom, looking for the intruders. The women were gone. Kai returned the main room. Something dropped on his face. He looked up. Kai found something.

"Guys, look at this." Kai said pointing to the ceiling.

One of their gang, hung from the ceiling.

"My god, Jackie no." One member cried out. "Whoever did this, is going to pay. Whoever did this picked the wrong group of people to fuck with. They're dead. Every single one is fucking dead."

There is an open door. Two members go to investigate. Slowly, so not to walk into any trap.

BANG BANG

The remaining members rushed into the room, they were shot dead. Three down, three remained.

"Okay, let's calm down." Kai said trying to maintain control of the situation.

The other two wanted nothing to do with this and ran for the exit. Both ran into trapped and died as well. Leaving Kai alone. He turned around and he got shot in both knees. Kai crumbled to the ground in agony. Looking up, he saw his attacker. He had on dark pants, his tan muscular body covered by chain mail, and his face covered by a mask resembling a jaguar.

"You did this?" Kai asked.

"I did, and you're the last one." He said pulling out a revolver.

"Please, stop." Screamed Jasmine running into the room and covering Kai's body with her own.

"I thought I told you, I let you live if you left immediately." The attacker said.

"Please, let him live." Jasmine said in tears. "We were just speaking about leaving this life behind and starting new. Now we have this chance. So spare him, I beg you."

"I must fulfill my contract." He said rasing his gun. "If I have to shoot you to get to him, I will."

"Then kill both of us." Jasmine declared ready to die.

"So be it." He said before shooting them both.

After that, a businessman walked into the room. He casually steps across the blood. This is a man who knows full well about bloodshed. Yet his has are clean, not does he has the smell of blood on his person.

"I'll take my payment now, Mr. Truelove." The killer said extending his hand.

"Of course, a job well done." Mr. Truelove said giving him his payment. "I trust all of them have been accounted for and disposed of. I see, you added an extra to the body count as well. But what about the money?"

"It's in the back." He said. "My partner is taking care of it as we speak. She is bringing it to the safe house. As for the extra body, an unforunate but unavoidable situation."

"Always taking care of business." Mr. Truelove said. "What about the other point of interest?"

As he asked that question, the killer received a phone call.

"It has also fallen, everything is proceeding as planned." He said.

"Fantastic work, I knew this was the organization to pick for this kind of work." Mr. Truelove said with a big grin as he put his arm over the man and led him to the door. "Let me ask you, have you ever been to a place called Roanapur?"

"No, but I will have to increase our fees if you want us to go there." He said matching him stride for stride.

"No problem, as long as you follow my orders to the letter." Mr. Truelove said.

The rain comes down and lightning flashes in the night sky. While everyone is looking for some shelter from the rainfall, a car comes rushing through the city streets. The car turns into a cargo bay. The car comes to a full stop. A large man comes out of the car. With an umbrella in hand, he opens the back door and out comes Balalaika. The leader of the Hotel Moscow organization. With her second in command Boris at side, the walk deeper into the cargo by until a man emerges from the shadows, Mister Chang of the Thailand branch of the Sun On Yee triad.

"You're late." Chang said as his henchman gives him a cigarette.

"My sincerest apologies." Balalaika said. "There was some work at the office that needed my full attention. I'm sure you can understand where I coming from."

"So, is there any reason why you brought me out here at this time of night?" Chang asked as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Or where you just feeling nostalgic and wanted to talk about old times?"

"I'm sure you've heard about what happened in China." Balalaika said.

"Yes, I have." Chang said. "They took down one of our strongholds. Blew it straight to hell. No signs of a break in, no witnesses, nothing. As if we're dealing with fucking ghosts."

"One of my strongholds was attacked as well it seems." Balalaika said.

"But the Cartel, and the other gangs wasn't attacked at all." Chang said as the rain picks up. "I doubt any of those gangs have the stones to try to pick a fight with either of us, let alone both of us."

"True, and they wouldn't be able to pull it off this well." Balalaika said. "We're dealing with real professionals. Not some hoods who were looking for a fight."

"If this keeps up, I might need to take a more hands on approach." Chang said moving away. "If you don't have any more to say, I'll be on my way."

Balalaika watched Chang leave until he was out of sight.

"Comrade, let us go." Balalaika said leaving the sight as well with Boris at her side.

Another hot day in Roanapur. This is a place where people live as the please. If you want to eat food that's bad for you and balloon up to 600 pounds and die of a heart attack, that's your business. If you want to drink, get into a bar fight, and die after a beer bottle to the head. That's your business as well. Nobody cares. Nobody is going to give your limp, rotten, dead body on the side of the street a second look. Though I must say, sleeping in is one of the best things in the world. Revy would be the first to tell you that. I walk into the main room and see Benny reading a magazine.

"Morning Benny." I said.

"Morning Rock." Benny said. "Dutch left to collect the money from the last job we did. He left some coffee in the pot in case you want it."

I get myself a cup of coffee.

"I've been meaning to ask you, have you ever regretted choosing this life over your old one?" Benny asked.

"Honestly, sometimes I do." I admitted. "At my old job, I didn't have to worry about dying, or dodging bullets, or having a co-worker putting a gun to my head. But I have no regrets. This is my life now. I'm right where I am. I'm not anywhere, but where I am now."

"I hear ya." Benny said checking his watch. "No use thinking about what would've been. We can't change what happened. It's best to think about the here and now."

"Where's Revy?" I asked Benny.

"Don't know, I saw her leave but she didn't say where she was going." Benny said. "She could be anywhere from the Yellow Flag, to Rowan's strip club for all we know. Better there than picking a fight with someone who looks like they can handle themselves in a fight."

I guess he's right. I never have to worry about her because I know she can handle herself in any situation. She always finds her way back. But Revy has a bad habit of turning almost any peaceful scenario into a gunfight. I don't know if that's something she does naturally or did she have to work on it. But she always seems to be at her happiest and saddest in the middle of a fight. I remember hearing stories about samurai who could only find meaning in the heat of battle. I wonder, is Revy like those people?

"It's about that time." Benny said checking his watch. "Let me know if you need to borrow the car."

Benny got up and went to his room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Meanwhile at the Rip-Off Church, a game of poker is being played.

"So Revy, I see you and Rock are quite close." Eda leaning back in her chair. "You know, you never did tell me what happened between you two while you were in Japan."

"It was a job for Balalaika." Revy said. "New country, same old bullshit. Talking here, shooting there. More things change, the more things stay the fucking same."

Cut through all that bullshit and get to the good part." Eda said moving closer to Revy. "You were alone with Rock, right? So did you get in those pants or what?"

"Fuck off Eda." Revy said.

"Don't bullshit me, did you get in those pants?" Eda said not giving up.

"I'm sick of this shit." Revy said falling on the table. "I'm sick of his shit. He should put on some robes and join a fucking monastery for all I care."

"I'll take that as a no." Eda said looking at her cards. "So what you got?"

"Two pair." Revy said shooting her hand. "Kings and aces. Read it and weep bitch."

"Full house." Eda said showing her better hand.

"Fucking hell." Revy said falling to the ground as Eda laughs.

"This why I love you, Revy." Eda said taking the pot. "Because the lords loves those with open hearts and open pockets. And trust me, I'll find this money a happy home."

Also, at a small office in Roanapur, Dutch meets with an old associate.

"The one who speaks with the people, is the one who has will." Dutch said with a cigarette in his mouth, "The one who has the favor of the people is righteous. And through righteousness, that person can untie the strength of will and strength of character wins wars."

"Bullshit." Teach countered. "The only war to determine true character is in battle. The one who is victorious in battle not only has the favor of the people, but the favor of god. For the one is justified. Because he lived, and the other died. I have taken sips from the cup of destruction. What I did was an act of god. And if I wasn't, he would have struck me down long ago."

"Would who accept all that hatred?" Dutch asked. "To play the role of the warmonger. Fighting until there is peace across the land. Could you bear the burden of all that hatred? People cursing your name, wishing death upon you, knowing you had no friends, knowing you have no love. Could you bear that burden all alone?"

"Nothing new to me." Teach said. "There was a time when I fought for myself and alone for myself. I fought not for any noble purpose, because there aren't any. Fighting for peace, bullshit. How can somebody take another person's life and say it was for peace? Fighting to protect people, give me a fucking break. What makes the people who protect better than the people your enemy wants to protect? To save 10 lives, you slaughter a thousand. Yeah, the makes sense. I don't fight for my flag, because my flag doesn't fight for me. I fight for me. What I want, I take. Until I met Franky. Until I met Roberta. Until I met Gina. Until I met her,"

"A reason to live, is a reason to die." Dutch said. "A crew gave your purpose. They looked to you for guidance. Until then, you were some dog. Growling and waiting to bite anyone or anything in your path. But you never did tell me about you and Roberta. What was that all about?"

"Ask her, I don't know what that was." Teach said adjusting his baseball cap, "We did blow up a lot of shit though. But I can say this though, she was a real bitch. A serious bitch."

"More like the fucking terminator if you ask me." Dutch said with a laugh. "You know she came through here sometime ago. Gave us a real scare too. We almost lost Revy."

"I wouldn't know anything about that." Teach said looking away.

"Tell me you didn't." Dutch said folding his arms.

"I'm sorry, I could refuse I owed her a solid." Teach said. "Give me a fucking break. I never thought I would see that crazy bitch ever again. It was Gina's fault for telling her where we were going."

"Fuck off, sir." Gina called out from another room.

"Back to the point, Roberta is a serious bitch." Teach said playing with the ring on his middle finger.

"Fabiola, make sure the young master doesn't catch a cold." Said the head maid of the house. "We have a guest coming soon, and he must be ready to meet him."

"Yes, Roberta." Fabiola said rushing out of the house.

The current head of the Lovelace Family, Garcia Lovelace is sitting by the pond in their garden. He looks up at the dark clouds in the sky.

"Young master, you should come in." Fabiola said. "Your guest is supposed to arrive soon."

"Right, let's go Fabiola." Garcia said walking into the house.

"Just who is this guest coming over?" Fabiola asked.

"He's an old friend of mine." Garcia said. "We used to play together all the time. He is about two to three years older than me, but that never mattered. One day, his family moved away. We kept in touch, but we haven't seen each other in a long time. Now he can finally come over."

"Okay, I can't wait to meet him." Fabiola said.

"He's great." Garcia said.

The walked and talked for about five minutes before Roberta entered the room with a young man at her side. He is definitely taller than Garcia. When they each other, both of them have big smiles on their faces.

"Garcia, it's been too long." He said extending his hand.

"You too, Johnny." Garcia said shaking his hand before introducing him to everyone. "Everyone this is my old friend, Johnny. So Johnny, everyone."

"This to meet you all." Johnny said with a bow.

Roberta bowed to him as Fabiola went up to him.

"Johnny, this is Fabiola." Garcia said.

"Nice to meet you." Johnny said.

"Same to you." Fabiola said with a smile

"So young master, should I show master Johnny to his room?" Roberta asked.

"It's Truelove. Johnny Truelove."

This is the introduction chapter to my multi-chapter story. I hope you can forgive any grammar or spelling mistake I've made. Please review, tell me what you think. Fav it, follow it, but most importantly, thanks for reading it.