Chapter 1: It Begins.
I emerge from the shadows, looking around at where I have placed myself. The cozy and chaotic town of Central. From the apprence for anyone that's never been there, it seem like a nice town, ruled by the military of our country, the infamous State. Alas, poor pitiful maggots, you do not understand. For while you see a peaceful and somber city, you do not see the pain, tears, agony, and truth behind this corrupt place. I could even relate this disgusting place to myself, but that's pushing it. I'm better than all of this.
I walk through the dimly lit streets, trying to think of what to do. My trench coat falls to my boats and covers the rest of my body, trying to keep it warm. My hard leather boots crunch the snow, as I walk. The bitterness of winter chills my face and freezes my soul. I spot a cozy little bar in the distance.
"Might as well" I say to myself.
I enter the quiet bar, looking at what might be a potential threat. Nothing really that posses a threat: four drunken men playing poker and a smiling bartender who wishes to take my order. As I ponder what to drink, I notice a trio of friends in the back, engulfed in the darkness. I didn't really see them when I walked in, probably due to my eyes adjusting to the light. They look straight at me, and I turn my head to the bartender "Just a pint" I say to him. I glance back at the trio under the darkness of my sunglasses. One is a sexy woman with black hair and a green dress. Her eyes could pierce any mans heart. The next is a stout man, bald eating everything in front of him. Stupid little pig. The third I mistake for a woman. Mainly due to the fact he is wearing a skirt and a bra looking top. His hair is in a way of locks and his Clay headband can barely be seen.
"Hey, gothic guy" I hear a voice behind me say. I hate stupid, stereotypical sayings, don't you?
I turn to see one of the drunken men standing behind me. His friends are looking at me with their glazed eyes.
"Wanna join our game?" he asks. I have to do something to pass the time, so I agree. I grab my drink and head towards the table. I take off my trench coat and hang it on the back of my chair.
"Aren't you cold out there buddy?" one of the men asks me. The reason being is because I am wearing a sleeveless shirt under it, tucked into my sleek, pitch black pants.
"You get used to it" I reply, trying (I said trying) to be nice. The chains hanging from my pants clink together as I sit down. The soon inform me that we are playing Poker. Fun. I play my cards perfectly, getting the right hand and the right amount of money. It's just their boss and me. I know he's the boss cause the others refer to him as "Boss". Boss puts another $50 on the table and waits for me to put down or add on.
While the three men are looking at me, I see Boss do one of the dirtiest tricks in cards. Exchange his hand with the one in his sleeve. I put down $100, knowing I was going to win.
"Sorry to say this kid, but I've won" I twitch at his statement. I hate being called kid. "Heart Flush" Boss says, putting down his cards. He reaches for the money, but I stab my dagger down in front of him so fast he is taken back. The trio in the back as well as the bartender are looking at me.
"Don't you know" I say, "Not to take what doesn't belong." He looks at me confusingly. "Royal Flush" I say, showing him my cards. As Boss sits there, flabbergasted, I pocket my new riches and proceed to put on me jacket. I go to tip the bartender, just out of simple pity, the gun against my head tells me I should stop.
"No one cheats me, you stupid kid!" Boss yells, with his pistol against my head. "Two things: 1. I'm not a kid," I yell at him "2. You're the one who cheated. So, you can't stand the fact that there's someone better than you, you pathetic little maggot." That's sets him off, he cocks it and wishes to fire, but his intense pain will prevent it. You see, when he cocked his gun, I took out the dagger from before and chopped off his hand. I watch him bleed and yell in pain. I laugh at him, just for no reason. He picks up the gun with the other hand, but it's too late for him. My gun got to my hand first.
"Are you so eager to die?" I ask, pulling the trigger. Boss's dead corpse just lies there, his dead eyes looking at mine.
"You..." I hear someone say. I look up and see that Boss's trio are ready to kill me
"You son of a .." The first guy rushes toward me with a knife. I trip him, and slice his spine, making sure he'll suffer. I take my eyes off the other two to see him, on the ground, and in pain. That's a big no-no in bar fighting. The second one grabs me from behind and tosses me across the room. Thats one strong human. I think to myself. I land on the backroom's trio's table. I notice a wine bottle on the ground from table and decide to improvise. As the second guy comes at me, I grab the bottle, break it over his head, thus giving him a concussion. I continue to stab him with the broken glass in my hand once or twice. He falls to the ground and the third just looks at me. I see a mixed face of anger and fear. I decide to be generous.
"If you wish to live, then go, by all means," I offer him. I walk to the bar, and wouldn't you know it? He rushes at me, with his knife. He cuts my face with his knife, making me step back a bit. I watch the crimson blood flow on my hand, this makes me laugh.
"I have to admit, that was good, but I can do better." I say, laughing between words. I run at him at full speed, and slip below the knife slash. I take my balled up fist and punch him in the ribcage. Everyone in the bar could hear it break, cutting his heart on the inside. He stumbled about a bit, and eventually faced me again.
"And now you're going to hell." I take the same fist and reach into his broken ribs and pull out his heart. I watch him die in front of my feet. The bartender is in shock, but the trio is acting very calm.
I head to the bar, and buy a new bottle of wine. I head to the back table where they are. I broke their bottle, so its fair I give it back.
"Sorry about that" I say to them "Don't blame me, blame the ignorance of humans"
The one with the skirt laughs and says
" I know what you mean." I hand them the bottle, and walk to the door. Before I leave, I turn to the four in the bar and say very loudly
"You're time in this pitiful existence you call life is slowly coming to an end. I would suggest for you al to use your remaining time wisely, but that would be a joke" I start laughing "You pitiful maggots don't know how to utilize anything right, especially time. Adieu!" I exit laughing at the top of my lungs.
After I leave the bar, I calm back down. After that whole brawl, I realize what I have to do. Cause as much humanly chaos as possible.
"This is going to be so much fun. Killing, hurting, and destroying. First things first, I haven't been in central in so long" I say to myself "I wonder if my old employer is still around.
