Hello anyone who actually reads these before the chapter begins info thingies. Sorry. I'll probably be able to update soon, but I want to see what people think of it before I do, because it would be weird updating a story that no one is going to read. So, anyways, please enjoy…
The full moon reflected down into the murky waters of Angel Bay. The air was stale and humid causing a thick layer of fog to pass throughout the port as a completely black ship floated through the stained waters toward the silent docks.
Pairs of black leather boots splashed into the shallow garbage infested waters and waded their way toward the loud town that awaited them.
Angel Bay and the city of Hevn are not named as such because they are peaceful and beautiful.
No, they were named that to spite God.
Diamonds, iron, gold, and other precious metals were once found in great abundance almost everywhere on the small island, but humans are greedy and are easily swayed to the side of jealousy. Soon all the riches of the land disappeared, but the greed of mankind did not. Now, the once rich island was empty of worth, so the people turned to themselves to get it back. Thieves, murderers, drunks, maniacs…they ruled the island. People were kidnapped and sold as slaves. Women were sold by their own parents to work as whores and concubines or grabbed right from the streets in front of witnesses. No one helped anyone, only themselves.
Such is the city of Hevn.
This place was called Angel and Hevn to spite God, perhaps in the hope he would smite them all from this hell, but He never did.
The island has been forsaken by God himself.
Five dark hooded cloak wearing figures appeared from the fog, only to disappear within the large crowded city streets.
"This place is disgusting." one of the figures growled after side stepping into a puddle of mud and God knows what in order to avoid having to step in a pile of vomit.
"And here I thought it suited you." another figure sneered.
"Enough." ordered another.
Both figures went quiet.
The group continued trudging through the grimy road while being pressed against strangers that smelt of alcohol, vomit, and urine- passing lamp lit building containing either bars or brothels.
"We'll never find our supplies at this rate. Split up." came another order from the 3rd figure. "Make sure to cover yourselves to avoid being recognized. We'll meet at the pub nearest to the ship at dawn. Go with your assigned partner if they're here. Follow the rules and keep a low profile. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves if we can help it, but if it's unavoidable, gut them fast and leave the scene."
The members nodded in agreement before separating and fanning out through the hazy smoke filled crowd.
A man shoved his way through the crowd in a drunken frenzy, yet he was still sober enough to hold a bottle of rum and frequently take a fresh swig from it. The two people ahead of him had their heads held down as they wandered throughout the crowd trying to avoid the him.
"I'm the most…best fighter…in the…hic! island." he slurred as he waddled his way toward the two figures trying to get away.
His alcoholic smell alone was enough to cause their noses to burn and their eyes to water. He slagged his way up to one of the figures and stared intently at him while taking another long swig from his half empty bottle. His eyes widened and he took the bottle away from his mouth.
Squinting at the figure, he smiled.
"Hey…aren't you a fe-" the second figure jumped in between the man and his partner, drawing his sword and slamming it into the side of the drunk. There was a long moment of horrifying silence as the figure slid the blade out of the man's side. Two drunken eyes widened in shock, pain, and some other mixed emotions as the drunk put his hand to his side, then brought it toward his face to see red liquid streaming down his hand to his arm.
A drunken grin smeared up his face.
"So…you're a fighter…huh, kid?" he slurred before reaching for his side and drawing out a pistol.
The only sound the figure made was an irritated 'Che' before slicing through the space between them in a quick pinpointed motion.
Blood sprayed onto the sword wielder's face.
The drunk fell to his knees, and then backwards…causing his decapitated head to roll into an alleyway.
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"That should take care of him for a while." the blood painted figure announced. The drunk had been dragged into the alley, along with his head, to keep passing citizens from making an unwanted scene.
"If he had finished his sentence he wouldn't have gotten such a quick end." the partner hissed.
He turned toward the dead body and glared.
"It was your fate to die tonight, and it was my destiny to kill you. It was your weakness that caused you to die and my strength that allowed me to kill you. You cannot escape your destiny nor can you escape your fate. It's unavoidable."
His companion stayed in silence for a while before bending down to the body and picking up the pistol. They stood there for a bit longer, staring at the death device.
"This is bad. Even if he was a drunk, he was able to afford one of these. He must be important... We better go. Captain will need to know about this immediately."
With a nod of approval the two figures ran out into the crowd and became completely invisible to anyone who would have been trying to track them.
This place is absolutely disgusting. They should all die, the slobs.
A man walked quickly through the streets of Hevn.
Usually there was no way to walk through the crowds without having either a drunk, pickpocket, or a whore bumping into you, but this specific man was radiating an aura that threatened death to anyone that so much as pointed at him.
The full moon hung low overhead, his favorite time of all.
It was a night like tonight when he craved the most blood. It was rare that the captain would even let him walk by himself next to so many unnoticed people, so many abandoned alleyways, so many people who deserved to die…
A blood lusting smirk cut its way through his pale skin.
He continued trekking through the muddy streets when a bright light blinded him.
He hissed.
"Are you looking for a good time?" a seductive voice called.
The figure's glaring eyes immediately fell upon the owner of the disgusting voice.
It was a woman.
A whore.
She was leaning against an open doorframe smoking a tobacco pipe.
He intensified his glare.
She pushed herself away from the wall and slowly started walking toward him, a seductive smirk on her face at the sight of a new defenseless prey. Her skimpy red dress was useless being her cleavage was basically spilling out of the fabric, and the low cut neckline reached down and curved all the way down to her lower thigh. "Would you like some company?" she smirked. She was behind him now, leaning into him, pressing herself against him, trying to make him feel all her curves, all her skin, all her warmth… "I could do things to you that you couldn't even dream of." she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him and slid her hand on his shoulders and down his chest. Her other hand slid down and traced the inside of his leg now, all the way up to his inner thigh… "Would you like to go somewhere more…private?" she murmured in his ear. She was staring at him intently now. Willing him to look at her, to want her…
It wasn't working.
He was looking strait forward, like she didn't even exist.
Her once seductive face was now an irritated frown.
She slid herself under his shoulder to stand right in front of him wrapping her arms around his neck and leaned in to press her lips against his own. She leaned in and closed her eyes…
"Don't" he hissed as he harshly clasped her jaw with a single hand, stopping her lips from his own even though hers were only centimeters away from his. He shoved her away from him causing her to fall into the wet muddy road.
She was shocked.
She looked down at her muddy self and then into his cold eyes. He was glaring at her with an aura that told her she would definitely die if she made another move on him.
Her eyes filled with tears of fear.
She pissed herself.
"Don't touch me, you filthy whore."
With that he walked off, leaving the woman in the road, forgotten and unwanted.
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It had been about fifteen minutes since his encounter with the whore, and now he was trying to shake it off by ordering a small mug of rum at a close pub.
He was sitting by himself at a small table tapping his leather ringed pointer finger vigorously on the wooden table trying to calm his killer intent, while lifting his mug to his mouth every now and then to take a deep swig to numb his nerves.
Then it happened.
Two tall, scrawny, and annoying men walked up to him and sneered.
"Hey, you're in our table. Move it or you're going to regret it, I assure you." the tall one snickered.
He continued his vigorous tapping and calmly placed his mug down on the table, even though there was a newly made hand shaped dent in the handle…
He looked up at the men and glared.
They gulped.
Being an unknown figure with a deadly glare was terrifying enough, but add a hooded cloak, causing a dark shadow to completely cover all of his face except for his mouth and jaw line, and you were looking at what seemed a killer waiting to pounce.
"Well, beings we're just here to pick up our women, you'll be let off the hook this time." they whimpered bravely.
The figure smirked and grabbed his mug again.
It was about five minutes later and the figure had long since finished his mug, but was too lazy to buy another one. Not yet wanting to leave, he just stared at his tapping finger.
Splash!
"Oops. My bad, if only you hadn't been sitting there, you wouldn't have been spilt on." the tall one snickered again as they came for their second round. The figure's finger tapped even faster as his eyes widened in shock from having rum purposely spilt on him. He stood up, causing his chair to go flying, to confront his enemies. "Oh, look! He's just a little guy! What are you? Ten? Eleven?" the other scrawny man noticed. The figure's free untapping hand clenched into a tight fist to keep from ripping out the men's throats. "Why don't you take off that hood so we can your cute little face?" they joked.
He unclenched his fist. His finger stopped tapping. He reached quickly into his cloak causing it to swoosh at the sudden movement, and pulled out a sharp double edged sword.
Sure, they weren't as challenging as he was yearning for, but they would do.
A kill was a kill, right?
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He held his sword to his mouth and ran his tongue over the blunt side of the blade, savoring the taste of fresh blood, before he slowly sheathed it sword and turned around from the massacre behind him.
He stopped.
Standing in front of him was a little wide eyed girl…covered in blood from the spray of his kill, yet she had a bright smile emitting from her face. He closed his eyes in an attempt to ignore her, and walked right past her.
"Thanks for the drink, Old Man." he called to the bartender drying a mug. He placed a bag of change on the bartender's booth and made his way to the door.
'Wait a minute, did that girl have…pink…hair? He wondered.
He glanced back toward the table, but the little girl was gone. All he saw was the two mangled blood stained bodies lying face down on their favorite table.
"I don't like this place." whimpered a frantic figure clinging tightly to the arm of the other figure. "It gives me a really bad feeling."
"Easy." the companion ordered calmly. "We just have to pick up some medical supplies and then we can leave this place. We really need them, she's getting worse."
The worried figure nodded but continued to cling to his arm.
"If you're worried about that happening again, you don't have to worry anymore. You're a part of my crew now, and if anyone tries to take one of my crewmen I'll gut them faster than they can blink." he reminded softly.
The grip on his arm loosened…a little.
The figures smiled a quick weak smile that everyone around them wouldn't be able to see.
"Let's get going then." the once terrified member agreed.
With that, they continued on their way.
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"Thank you." called one of the figures as they left a medical store with a fat bag full of medical supplies. They were walking in the street when someone roughly grabbed the second member's arm and started running away.
"Captain!" he yelped as he was being dragged away.
The companion snarled and lunged at the man that tried to kidnap his crewman. "Stay back!" he warned as he shredded the throat of the kidnapper with his bare hands. The other member nodded and backed up and sat down on the ground. When the deed was done and the body hidden, the crewmen fell to the cold floor and panted in exhaustion.
"You alright?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes, sir."
"Good."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it. Didn't I tell you I wouldn't let anyone try that again before I killed them?"
"Yes, sir."
"Told you, now cheer up."
"I just don't like this town."
"I can understand that"
His friend stared at him curiously, but soon abandoned it once the captain glared at the gaze given to him.
"We better bring the supplies to the ship and head to the rendezvous point." He remembered.
His companion nodded and they headed out.
Dawn: In the Pub
The pub was like every other pub in the town. A huge room with lots of tables all possessing lit candles to light up the room's darkness. There were a few people in the pub at the moment, and the bartender was busy organizing his different bottles and barrels of alcoholic beverages, while a group of five figures sat in silence. The figures were sitting at a large round wooden table drinking to their heart's content, when the leader noticed an all too familiar color on his crewmen.
"Why are you all covered in blood?" snapped the captain.
He glared at the silent member first, who only gave an irritated 'hn' as a reply.
"That's not an answer you sea dog!"
"Captain, we ran into a drunk a while back, and he well, he called him a…" his partner started, unwilling to finish the sentence.
"He was about to call me a female! I am not a woman, damn him!" he bellowed.
The captain nodded his head in understanding.
"So, how did you take care of him?" he demanded.
"I decapitated him, Captain, and then hid his body in an empty alleyway."
"That's what I would expect from a master of weapons."
"That's not all Captain, he was about to use this," the figure continued pulling out a pistol from his cloak, "to try and shoot us. I'm afraid he may have been someone important."
The one known as the captain scowled, but took the pistol from his crewman none the less.
"We'll have to leave soon, luckily we were able to get all the supplies we needed." he started before taking a gulp from his mug of rum. "Now, why are you so bloody…and wet?"
The other figure glared under the shadow of his hood at the captain, then smirked.
"You let me out alone on a full moon. What did you think would happen?" his smirk disappeared in to a deadly growl. "A damn whore tried to kiss me, so I wasn't in the best of moods, but then as I was minding my own goddamn business at a pub these scrawny bastards dumped their drinks on me." He slammed his clenched fist onto the table. "I was seriously trying to hold back, such weaklings don't really suit my thirst, but they thought I was a kid, so I had to set them strait. I simply gave into my deeper desire and killed them. You should have seen it, it was quite fun."
The captain hissed at him.
"You didn't make a scene did you?"
His crewman glared.
"I'm not stupid. The only people in the pub were us, and an uncaring bartender, and some scrawny little kid that ran away. I would have killed them if there were any screamers, you know that." he snarled.
"I know, contain your self."
"How was your fight, Captain?" the silent figure provoked.
"What?"
"You're hands are all bloody, so you must have had a fight."
"Oh, yeah, this…" he was staring at his clenched bloody fist. "A drunk tried to run off with our crewman here," he informed pointing to his hooded partner, "I merely shredded his throat in return. Fair trade." he laughed.
"Fair trade." they all agreed and rammed mugs in a toast.
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"Let's get down to business." the captain ordered as he rolled out a map of the world on the table.
The crew stared at the map making immediate calculations in their heads.
"The empire's army has fifty ships patrolling the Eastern Strait. We'll have to go all the way over here," he said dragging his finger across the maps blue ocean, "through Dragon's pass, then go north to the Dead River bordering the mountain range."
"Captain, if we go toward the whirlpool at Fort Kallaway, we'd cut our travel time by a week, and the imperial army doesn't know how to ride their currents like we do."
"Yes, we could, but if we did we'd run off course for about three days…but I guess it would be worth it… Agreed?"
They all nodded.
"Well then, it's settled. We'll be passing through Devil's Eye."
After having figured out their ship's course, they put the map away and sat silently drinking their well earned rum, when the door to the pub opened causing a little bell to jingle.
"Welc-" the bartender's face lit up with a look of horror and anger. "Leave. You are not welcome here." he snarled. Even after the warning, the new customer continued to walk up to the booth next to the group of mysterious figures, before pulling out its heavy chair and sitting down.
The figures stared at this strange person, one of their member's eyes widened slightly in recognition.
"What a strange hair color…she's cute!" one of them laughed.
The new figure turned her head and looked at them. Her newly washed face lit up brightly and she grinned widely revealing a perfect set of white teeth.
"Hello!" she sang happily.
"She's so-"
"Bubbly!"
They group looked at their crewman.
"Bubbly?"
"Yes, bubbly!"
WHAM!
"I thought I told you, you weren't allowed here! Leave! This instant!" the bartender snarled as he stood over the little girl he had punched to the floor.
She weakly stood up holding her sore jaw, yet still able to emit a blindingly innocent smile.
"You little brat!" he screamed, this time he roughly grabbed her pink hair and slammed her face into the edge of the wooden table.
She fell to her knees, stunned. Her eyes wandered to the half covered horrified faces of the people sitting next to her. She closed her eyes and smiled again, just as brightly as the last time, and this time she added a little giggle, even though a stream of red blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
The bartender was about to assault the child again, when two of the figures released their auras of killer intent.
"Enough, you're pissing me off." one of them growled.
The bartender stormed back to his booth in terrified defeat, the little girl watching him go from her stumbled position on the floor. Placing her hand on her leg, she pushed herself off of the ground and sat back down at her table. From there she continued to stare at the figures that saved her from further beating as she rested her head on her pale hand.
Jingle
"Welcome!" the bartender welcomed as a group of ten new customers paraded through the small door.
They grinned menacingly.
"Nobody move! My buddies and I are going to take everything worth anything, and anyone who resists will be gutted." he sneered. "You had horrible luck running into the Pirates of Kane!"
The pirates laughed, the customers whimpered, but five cloaked figures and a smiling pink haired girl weren't even paying attention.
So, what did you think?
I know I had this chapter up before, but when I went over it I noticed how on the next chapter I said previously, but didn't do the previously part in this chapter. Sorry, bout that!
I'm sort of doing this story to pass time as I think of other events for my other stories…but I like this so much that I'm probably going to continue it if people like it.
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