Welcome to chapter 1 of The Hunted Thief
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Roman hurried up the metallic stairs towards Juniors club, climbing three steps at a time, his breath ragged in an almost desperate panic as he neared the top. It was all over the news and if it weren't for the news he knew of it himself, criminal contacts going black. None of them had been taken into custody, all had disappeared, some of them had been Romans contacts as such he headed out to check on his most useful one and one that he could almost call a friend. It took but a few moments for his fears to be realized as he halted with a snarl, taking in the destructive scene before him.
Juniors club was in ruins, a few bar stools lay in the street surrounded by broken glass having been thrown from the inside. Cracks in the walls could be seen as well as scorch marks. The usually illuminated sign of The Club was only half illuminated, the lights flickering on and off from damaged fuses.
He approached the door cautiously as his nostrils were assaulted by the acrid stench of smoke and something else which he couldn't quite recognize due to the overpowering aroma but it almost smelled like charred flesh.
Taking a quick second he adjusted his stylish pristine suit and dusted down his trousers, the most stylish criminal in Vale could never show up without looking the part could he?
Adopting a cocky grin he lay a gloved hand upon the metallic door of the ruined club and pushes gently. With a loud startling crack it fell off its hinges inward, the stainless steel door let out an echoing clang which rattled into the night as it collapsed into the gloom of the club, from the doorway he could see very little bar the flickering of a flame as the smell of smoke become so strong he almost gagged.
"Shit" he muttered to himself before sighing and stepping carefully over what used to be a secure door to stride further into what used to be friendly territory.
If only Neo were here, she could scout out the place without putting his head on the line. With a tut and a subtle shake of his head he pushes past the dull scorch marked walls, his pristine black shoes clicking as he marched towards the secondary pair of larger doors. A good thief is never seen, so why was he playing detective?
His eyes strayed along to the window which had been smashed from the inside, a slick red liquid still fresh upon some of the shards as it slowly slid down into the darkness. This used to be where Juniors goons guarded and he couldn't see any bodies.
Continuing through the flickering lights of Juniors somewhat questionable decor, he arrived at the large dark doors, lay within was the night club itself, the dance floor and bar, usually packed it was eerily silent from the outside. The massive object left slightly open let him know just how alone he was, so why did he still smell burning? Like a fresh flame being constantly lit it grew stronger the closer he got.
Steeling his nerves he slid inside, barely opening the door as to slip in unnoticed into a scene of utter carnage.
Bodies littered the dance floor, as he recognized the acrid stench of death on top of the burning flames of a nearby fire. Suited goons of his own and junior lay face down and unmoving, some missing various limbs although most were intact. Shattered glass from the destroyed pylon like structures lay underneath the unmoving men, piecing into their still bodies as if they fell or were thrown from a great height with force enough to kill upon impact. The area dimly lit by flickering lights and the glow of the red emergency lighting, some natural light illuminated it better via the shattered moon above him which seeped through the cracks and holes in the roof, it was like a war had gone on.
Romans eyes narrowed as his brow creased, he continued towards the bar, crunching on broken glass and avoiding the blood stains, cant ruin the shoes after all. As he surveyed the scene on the dance floor, he noticed most of them seemed to have been killed in a single blow, the unfortunate goons who lay face up had their faces contorted in what can only be described as shock or terror, like they never stood a chance and they knew it.
His eyes strayed to what was left of the stairway to the DJ booth to find it missing half way its ruins lay in a pile twenty ft under the remaining stairs. Two pairs of hands and legs protruded from the collapsed mess, the limbs contorted to unnatural angles in a grisly scene. Roman was thankful for the darkness in that regard. It wasn't as if Roman was uncomfortable around death, death was something Roman saw daily, but he was no psychopath, it was just part of the job not something to enjoy partaking in. If anything it was the aftermath of the kill he enjoyed, that they would cause him no further problems, he wasn't into massacring for the sake of it. Which is why the scene before him was so disturbing, whoever or whatever had done this had left no man alive.
His eyes carried to the bear masked man who lay slumped over the sound board, a gaping wound where his heart should be with it splattered on the wall behind, with it illuminated by strobe lighting which flickered on and off, he realized the wound was caused by a bullet shot, or multiple.
So the attacker had some ranged capabilities, interesting.
He arrived at the bar to find a few more corpses, theses weren't goons, these were regular bar workers he could ascertain by their attire.
The light from the moon illuminates these workers as whatever had caused this either entered from the roof judging from the gaping hole, or collapsed it on top of the bar which was a wreckage of wasted alcohol, glass, splintered wood and debris from the roof collapse.
All this destruction yet no sign of the attacker, did his goons even inflict any damage?
Rounding the side of the bar easily avoiding the corpses Roman entered into the staff area to find it unsurprisingly in the same state of disrepair, his goal was simple, find junior or the twins and find out who or what caused this. There would be hell to pay when he got his hands on them.
His hands curled into fists as his pace increased, coughing as he found the air thicker, realizing he was nearing the source of the smoke he places a hand over his mouth and hurried his pace further passing more rooms. Whoever had done this had been thorough, every door in the back had been smashed open and the contents of the rooms turned inside out. Were they looking for something or someone?
Questions for later, his pace increased to a jog as he hurried down the hallways of destroyed valuables and knocked over furniture, he took a left at the second from last door, slamming through what remains of it only to gasp and fall back from the raging inferno within.
He slapped a hand over his mouth and nose as he quickly back peddled from what once was a room, coughing as he retreated into the hallway.
That was Juniors office! Now turned into a living inferno, but no time to fight the fire. Whoever had done this could still be around and Roman had to give his old friend some credit, he doubted he would have been bested by an inferno.
Taking a few seconds to get his coughing under control he stumbled towards the fire exit.
Gotta get out, he realized as he had inhaled far too much smoke, his pristine suit looking worse for ware as he pushes through the fire escape into the cold night air, panting as he took great gulps of air trying to get his coughing under control.
He panted and stumbled slightly down the fire escape, sweating and panting he shook his head, nothing learned of any importance and no sign of Junior or the twins. Or their bodies, at least some confirmation would be nice.
He squinted and touched the railing which he had followed down, his hand came away slick and wet, it was blood. He smirked as a few drops led him out into the night between two high rise buildings and further towards his own territory, there were small signs of damages to these builds, a few scorch marks could be noticed and there was a bullet hole in one of the cars parked outside. Its alarm wailed into the night.
Sirens roared in the distance, the offending noise seemingly moving in his direction, unsurprising looking at the damage and noise of the situation. He rolled his eyes with a curse and dashed down the alley between the buildings to search for more signs of where Junior or the twins could have gone.
One of the local businesses must have alerted the police to the location, that or the noise itself was a cause for investigation. Well good, maybe this time they would actually end up helping him out. He thought with a grim smile, and once they capture whoever was responsible, well he was sure Junior would owe him a few favors for having Neo take them out permanently.
After all what good are cells and locks when she can just teleport in. He would be sure to buy her a tub of ice cream for that favor, got to make sure she enjoys her job.
His musing was stopped as he took a right and burst out onto one of the back roads, moving uphill through the shopping district illuminated by their advertisement, still in a shady area, so perhaps this was where Junior had ran too?
He stopped at the back of one of the many shops and stopped dead in his tracks. The blood trail had pooled by a cracked open metal door, stains ran down it. Roman took a slow pace as he continued closer, moving past knocked over bins as a few rats scurried away from his footsteps. His eyes hard as he tipped his hat over them and approached the bashed in door, it hadn't been forced open very well, more like a man desperately flinging himself against it in the hopes of salvation. His gloved hand reached for it and gently pushed, it creaked open ever so slowly, eyes closed as he knew what was inside.
His eyes cracked open slowly, a sullen look upon his usual cocky face as he approached the fallen man within, laying in a pool of his own life force, on his back in the bare storage like room. His weapon lay a few feet from him, looking like it had been kicked from his hand. Romans eyes narrowed.
"You didn't bleed out here... You were executed" Roman realized as he leaned down to check on his old comrades wound. His chest had been punctured in, clearly from brute force, the ribs cracked inwards from a serious of blows and he had bled out on the floor after stumbling into this room.
Or so he would have believed if not for the weapon, his eyes looked at the face of his old friend and saw him missing an eye, the entire left side of his face had been carved out and lay in a mess staining the concrete under him. That was the shot which did it, the killer was merciless.
kneeling before his old friend he searched through his pockets, hoping to find something, anything that would give him a lead on finding the twins, after a minute or so he stood back up straight, tipping his hat to his fallen comrade.
"You were weak Junior and for that I'm sorry, see you in the next life old friend" Roman slowly strode from the room, his eyes scanning left to right, whoever had killed Junior had cleaning his corpse, his scroll was missing along with his lighter which he knew the man always carried. Like himself he was an extensive smoker. Meaning whoever had killed him had removed all items on his person, but why? For evidence? Due to the new law? Perhaps they required proof of execution? He knew not, all he knew was this was bad news.
As he dashed away into the night he realized he would also be on the hit list, for the hunters of Vale were taking the new law seriously. With the rise in crime and big criminal gangs and drug lords in vale, the council took extreme measures in helping the police to crack down on criminals by employing hunters and hunters in training. A rumor Junior had told him before his passing was that it was part of the initiation into beacon academy. So criminals were being hunted by both students and teachers of the illustrious academy.
The students would be hard enough to beat, while still young they had around 6 years of hunter training and their aura unlocked and would easily be able to cause the destruction Roman had witnessed at Juniors bar. But the teachers were another issue, Roman didn't fancy his chances against some of them, certainly not in a fair fight. But when did Roman ever fight fair?
It was in that train of thought he realized his mistake, Junior was probably bait and he hadn't concealed his look nor booked a get away vehicle.
Well if they wanted to take the life of the stylish criminal himself, they had better be prepared to dig their own grave first.
With a determined scowl he hurried out into the rain and towards one of his warehouses, sending out a quick message on his scroll to Neo and a few others, a meeting was needed, one of their own had been felled.
A price had to be payed, a price in blood.
Footsteps echoed behind him as he typed out messages, he glanced over his shoulder onto a nearby roof which showed a figure dashing over it, chasing him, shit he needed a place to hide.
He didn't need to be caught by whatever the hell that was as well as the police, and if it was the same person as who had killed Junior, he would need to plan carefully not blunder into some dangerous situation without thinking.
He continued to send messaged back and forth with Neo as his pursuer moved closer and closer.
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Neo lay upon the sofa in one of the upstairs offices, below her the goons ran back and forth taking stock of every last bit of stolen material, jewels, cash, scrolls and the occasional vehicle. She smiles to herself as she stretched and yawned, sometimes life was easy and those were the best of times.
This was her favorite place to relax, one of Romans many warehouses of his criminal empire but this held its own special charm to her.
At the docks near the storage area it held strategic value for quickly stashing stolen goods. Or that's what he would say, to her it was close to the nearest ice cream parlor which she visited frequently. Her eyes strayed to the freezer in the far corner of the room which she knew had been recently stocked with the mouth watering treat which she adored. She considered indulging herself and would have if it weren't for the stolen leather couch she lay upon.
There were some perks to being a criminal after all.
Her scroll buzzed loudly to which she ignored, content with lounging and relaxing upon the comfy leather.
It buzzed again and again to which she snarled, finally giving up on her relaxing she sat and reached for the offending device, whoever had disturbed her had better have a damn good reason or they would quickly learn to regret.
A message from Roman flashed onto the screen "Where are you?"
She frowned at the message, usually he would just ask her to come to him not ask where she was, something has him worried.
"In the dock house" she quickly tapped back before sending.
She didn't have to wait long for a reply "Is it safe?"
She smirked at the message. Is it safe while she is here? She could have laughed out loud if that were possible for her. She was yet to meet someone who could beat her easily, most could barely put up a fight.
"Of course it is" She replied and tossed the scroll away. What a fool he was being, she just assumed he was drunk and flopped back down onto the comfy cushion, the soft leather giving way to her weight as it flexed beneath her.
The scroll buzzed again and again but she ignored it, content in her abilities to deal with whatever had Roman so spooked when the time came.
Closing her eyes she drifted peacefully off into a light sleep.
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Shit! shit! shit!
Roman sprinted through the damp alleys, rounding a corner and moving forward to the docks. His plan was simple, lead his pursuer into a trap by himself and Neo, which would help if the bloody midget would answer! His footsteps splashed in the puddles as rain poured down upon him making it slippery, his pursuer didn't seem to mind at all which was mildly infuriating.
Noise alerted him to danger as he threw himself to the left into a roll, narrowly avoiding a shot which exploded upon the concrete, kicking up debris and leaving a smoking hole where he once was. His hand came up to hold his hat which had become loose during the move as he reached for Melodic Cudgel only to stop as more shots rained down upon him as he frantically dodged and rolled out of each. Not having the time to draw Melodic cudgel, due to the suppressive fire he cursed and threw himself behind a nearby dumpster.
Not that it was going to offer any protection from the barrage of shots but it gave him enough time to draw Melodic Cudgel just as the dumpster burst into flames as shots exploded out the back to where he was sat. Except it had hit nothing but the concrete on account of Roman rolling out of the cover or what was left of it to aim a pre-loaded shot and fire it at his assailant.
A whistle followed by a loud explosion as it made contact not with his assailant but with the roof which the unknown figure stood upon, the side of the building blew out along with some of the roof, collapsing it into the street and shrouding his attacker from view in a cloud of dust. He wasn't sure if it caught the mad man firing at him or not, but it gave him the chance he needed.
He didn't hesitate, he don't check if they are dead, he broke into a sprint back the way he had come from, as he neared the smoking ruin he took a left to travel alongside the building, using the angle to hide himself from where the gaping hole in the roof and perhaps his still alive attacker remained.
If his attacker was still alive they surely wouldn't expect him to break off his attack like that using the cloud of smoke.
Sure enough shots rained out from the roof but not at him, the explosions hit into the soaked ground as it rained harder, smoking craters covered the area he once was at as the smoke cleared from the rooftop, he smirked cockily to himself.
Fah! amateurish, must be just a bloody student, still better to avoid confrontation as he wasn't sure if this student was alone or not.
He would have taken the opportunity to flee were it not for a figure crashing into the alley like a meteorite, leaving a smoking crater below her along with a small shock wave of force from her... was that shotgun gauntlets? What kind of stupid crazy weapons were they carrying around now a days?
He could see her clearly now, long flowing blonde hair that went down to her lower back, a brown jacket over yellow with her toned stomach showing, leading down into tight black shorts that showed off her long legs and brown boots with a small heel. Like most huntresses she was attractive but unlike most huntresses she seemed to be lacking in any modicum of intelligence if she willingly chased the great Roman Torchwick.
With a smirk he silently pointed melodic cudgel at the woman, tough luck lady, a pretty face wont save you now.
He tipped his hat with a cocky grin as the shot fired off aiming for the side of her head.
It would have hit as well were it not for her head snapping to his direction, her lilac eyes widening before narrowing quickly as she swung a fist in a wide arc.
Romans eyes widened as it the shot connected with her fist, exploding upon impact and launching the woman a few feet into the air backwards before she made hard contact with the granite floor, rolling once before stopping and laying still on her back.
Roman burst out laughing as he loaded another shot into Melodic Cudgel, did she really try to punch a dust round that powerful out of the air? How stupid were these kids.
"Sorry little lady, that wasn't a very bright idea" He adopted his signature rogue smirk as he approached his downed foe cockily, twirling Melodic Cudgel as his footsteps splashed in the puddles on the wet ground, getting closer and closer to his unmoving foe. Time to confirm some things he thought.
He stood over her and narrowed his eyes.
She was young he could tell, not that he was old but she looked like a teenager. Definitely a bloody student from beacon, or maybe an aspiring one, it didn't matter to him, killing kids wasn't his forte but she asked for this when she chased him.
Perhaps she was the one who had killed junior and his men? If so she didn't put up much of a fight...
Realization hit him like a fist to the face... just as one did, his eyes widened as her shotgun gauntlet went off, firing a bullet powered punch directly into his cheek, a solid blow for sure as he was thrown backwards upside down only to catch himself into a back flip and land on his feet facing his adversary. She climbed to her feet slowly and deliberately, watching him with a smirk tugging at her lips.
Her hands shot out behind her as she was propelled forward directly at him, throwing a fast punch towards his head which he leaned away from only to be caught in the chest with an elbow, her second jab was caught by Romans hand but as he twisted an uppercut came for his jaw. He stumbled back releasing his grip on her arm clumsily and regained his balance as she charged forward again. This time he was ready for her, taking a quick step back left him just out of range of her punch allowing him to swing Melodic Cudgel in an arc towards her head only to hit air as she had followed his retreat with blinding aggression.
He cursed as a right hand knocked his jaw to the opposite side as he brought his leg up to match a kick which was designed to sweep his legs out, funneling his Aura into just his right leg it connected with hers with enough force to knock her off balance leaving him an opening, her hand to hand combat was good but her aura manipulation needed work.
Melodic cudgel cracked into the left side of her knee dropping her to her knees as he stepped away from an uppercut with a smirk on his face, he swung his leg in a vicious side kick connecting to the side of her head, dropping her onto her side half way through her punch. He would have liked to have taken it further into a fist fight and capitalized on some quick shots while she was down but he could already tell she was better than him in hand to hand combat, good thing he had Melodic Cudgel.
Not falling for the same trick twice he backed up a few steps and fired off the reloaded shot from Melodic Cudgel in her general direction, it blew up debris as he heard a scream upon impact.
Good, a direct hit finally, he allowed a cruel smirk onto his face but it died quickly as the area seemed to be enveloped in flame, the smoke cleared as she stood once more, her entire body smoking as her hair burned a bright yellow, her piercing red eyes burned into him. He met her glare with one filled with equal fury, smoke and fire, so this is the bitch that downed Junior.
His eyes locked with hers.
Wait.. hasn't he seen red eyes like that before?
She charged towards him as he rolled his eyes, kids eh they will never learn.
His attempt at a parry was knocked aside with such force he almost lost grip on Melodic Cudgel as a kick snapped towards his head, much faster than the last attempt Roman barely dodged it before a fist buried itself into his stomach, winding him. Spittle flew from his mouth as he was thrown into the wall of the alley with a barrage of blows raining down on him. His back impacting the wall as he frantically parried the flurry of blows, he began to work out her rhythm as an uppercut surprised him, catching him hard on the jaw as his head bounces off the concrete of the structure behind him leaving a dent in it.
He felt his Aura dropping fast as his head swam.
With a growl he took a hard punch to the stomach as a shotgun blast seemed to go off into his aura almost piercing it. Shit, running low, he needed to end this and fast.
He reached out with a hand and grabbed hold of the woman's golden hair, pulling it hard so her head tilted back and smashing his forehead into her nose causing her to recoil and try to break his grip but he brought his head smashing back into her nose a second time and was rewarded by the sickening crack of it breaking. A rage filled scream and a sudden hole in the wall next to his head told him the hair or nose might have been a bad idea as it only seemed to piss the berserker off more, however it had given him the time he needed for Melodic Cudgel to crash into the side of her head full force causing her to back up with a wobbly step only for Roman to step into her guard and go on the offensive, he threw a strong punch into her gut as she tried to defend her face from a feign knocking the wind from her. With her hands dropping over her stomach he used the back of Melodic Cudgel to hook behind her ankle, and he pulled with all his might tripping her onto her back as he brought an elbow into her now unprotected face.
The crack was satisfying as she hit the concrete hard head first and didnt get up.
"That was for Junior you bitch!"
He stepped closer before a shot from the other side of the alley pierced into his thigh, he grunted, it was the best he could do without crying out, with his aura low the bullet had pierced into his thigh and remained there.
"Shit" he cursed as he stumbled pretending to be more injured than he was as a flash of red with a scythe came to take his life. A smirk as his eyes flashed dangerously as Melodic Cudgel met the weapon head on in a shower of sparks, pushing back with his strength he barely got a look at his new opponent before she disappeared and reappeared behind him.
He span instinctively and narrowly avoided the crimson edge as he concentrated on his defense, spinning and blocking as his attacker seemed to vanish in a flurry of rose petals before another attack came.
Who was this crazy chick? She was surely too small to wield such a large weapon with as much grace and power as she did, her scythe came in again as he blocked, using his superior strength he forced her back as he noticed just how young she was, even younger than the blonde one, with silver piercing eyes and a snarl she stared into his.
But her gaze was different to the other, the first he had fought had looked insane with blood lust like fighting was her life and she enjoyed every moment of it, until he had cracked her skull open of course.
But this one... this one looked at him like he had done something to her personally.
And like that it snapped, with a smirk he threw her from him, knowing her speed she would be on him in an instant, but all he needed was a second, to aim and take a shot at the downed blonde opponent which still lay out of aura in the alley.
A gasp was heard before it exploded, but not on the right target, the girl in red stood before her having blocked the shot with the scythe, she scowled at him with cold eyes which promised nothing short of a bloody murder. He quickly tipped his hat as he reloaded and fired another quick shot at the same target, as he fired he turned his back and limped as fast as he could around the corner to pull out his scroll and made a quick call.
The scroll rang a few times as Romans blood boiled
"Come on come on pick up or ill have your damn head R-"
"Yo Bo-" the voice interrupted started only to be cut off by Roman
"Ron, get your ass to me with an escape van now!"
"Boss what do you-" Again cut off
"Trace the scroll asshole just get it done!"
"on it boss" Roman slammed his hand down on the end call button as he reloaded a shot and rounded the corner, firing it into the alley where the two were. Why he wasn't followed he didn't know, he could only thank how amateurish the two were for his continued survival. Perhaps red didnt know how well she had done his leg in? He couldn't tell so he had might as well test.
The shot exploded once again on the girls scythe as she stood defensively over the body her the yellow woman.
Seems little red doesn't want to move, does that mean she wont chase him if he ran? He tried a cocky smirk but as he took a step pain lanced through his body and he stumbled slightly, catching himself before he fell on a nearby wall.
He rubbed his sore leg and looked down seeing the trail of blood which stained his once perfect attire, streets would run red for this. If there is one thing you never do to the great Roman Torchwick, its fuck with his style.
Didn't she know how much these bloody things cost?!
He growled as he loaded another shot, aiming once again back into the alley as red prepare to intercept the blow and probably would have if it were aimed at her, instead it whistled above to the closest building, striking the gutter with a loud explosion followed by creaking and a sudden snap as it gave way, cascading down the side of the building onto where red and the berserker were. He heard a loud gasp but didn't stay to look, if they were dead great, if not he would deal with them later, for now there were more pressing matters.
He burst out of the alley system and onto more of a main road as his fears were confirmed, sirens could be heard getting closer, meaning they weren't after Juniors club, they already knew what had happened there.
They were after him, it was a fucking sting!
No looking back just move!
He willed his body to push forward through the pain but the dust round was still stuck in his leg, every step he was bleeding more and more. He needed some place to lay low until Ron arrived and fast!
Police sirens closed in as he cursed again to himself, moving to a nearby high rise building and stumbling up to the door, feeling dizzy from blood loss he didn't look at the sign, he was more concentrated on the fact that his leg was bleeding profusely. He hammered on it... shit its a combination lock.
With a quick salute he hammered Melodic Cudgel into the door, one, two, three times before it burst open and he stumbled inside. Quickly scanning his environment he saw a typical reception like area as an alarm blared in his ears. This was not his day, the police would be drawn directly too him, he might as well have just screamed out his location to everyone out searching for him. Marching naked with a parade of his goons down the streets of Vale would be less fucking obvious! With a scowl he limped behind the wooden desk where bookings were made and pulled himself a seat to rest his leg.
Thrusting his hand into his pocket he quickly drew forth his cigars, he needed one after this shit night. Drawing one of them from its container before pocketing it back into his jacket he placed it in his mouth, biting down on the end before lighting it. It wouldn't matter for smoke alarms as the police already knew he was here by the alarms, if they couldn't find him here with all the noise then they shouldn't be employed. He took a quick drag and exhaled smoke upwards as he wiped a hand down his face which was slick with sweat. Flashing lights could be seen through the battered door as he pinched the bridge of his nose, where the hell was Ron?
Whipping out his scroll as the Vale police force pulled up with basically an army in front of the hotel he quickly typed out a message to Ron
"Where are you?! The Police are here for me i need you here now!" No immediate response, that was bad.
Roman was forced to duck and fall off his chair as a hail of bullets exploded into the room tearing hundreds of holes into the stone wall behind. Not the most graceful of dodges but better to look like a drunk who cant handle his booze than be left a blood stained fabulous suit.
The desk he hid behind was thick thank Oum as the bullets failed to pierce all the way through, after two minutes of continuous fire the guns stopped, it would have been eerily silent with Roman refusing to make a sound were it not for the alarm blaring into the night and some big shot police commissioner barking orders at them outside.
He casually took another long drag of his cigar and blew the air upwards as he grasped Melodic Cudgel, his eyes closed, his posture relaxed as no action was taken for about a minute. You could cut the tension with a knife.
Romans eyes snapped open, he hated moments like this, why have a tense moment when you can have a fun one? He threw himself onto the desk still mostly slouched onto the floor thanks to his leg with Melodic Cudgel pointed forward, he fired the shot through the broken in front door which found its mark.
One of the police cars exploded in a ball of flame which incinerated three officers in one go, screams from outside were music to his ears as he slid back behind the desk chuckling to himself.
"There we go" he muttered as he took another long drag "Its no longer as tense" He chuckled darkly to himself as a message finally popped up on his scroll.
He scrambled to get it and quickly opened the chat as he received a message from Neo
"Where are you?"
Scrambling frantically he wrote back as he heard heavy boots enter the room in large numbers.
"Handerson Villa Hotel, get here immediately or no ice cream for a month!"
Just as he sent the message he looked up straight into the barrel of a gun his eyes wide as time seemed to slow, shit this was it wasn't it, taken out in a bloody sting operation.
Heh at least Neo and Ron could kill a few in his name, maybe be a Torchwick number two to continue his legacy, he closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
After a few seconds a body hit the floor, then another and another, screaming from outside took over the bulk of the noise as he opened his eyes into the narrowing of multicolored eyes with her hands on her hips, looking less than pleased with him as she raised an eyebrow as if to say "You what?"
Before her face became concerned at his state, slumped under a desk, covered in blood and soot with a hail of shattered glass and bullets around him.
"Heh its a long story, can you get us out of here?"
She nodded quickly as she slung an arm under him and as the next wave of police walked in along with a woman dressed entirely in white who commanded the men.
Only for her to find an empty room as the great Roman Torchwick had done it again and escaped the jaws of death by the skin of his teeth.
The woman growled and kicked shards of glass at her feet before turning to one of the men beside her "Check on the two others who engaged him before and clean up this mess, i want a report on my desk tomorrow, the sting has failed."
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And that ends chapter one of my story, I hope you all enjoyed and would love to read what you thought of it as well as your opinions on the characters and where I'm going with it.
There may be a pairing or a few later on in the story.
Hope to see you all again next time.