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First of all, I don't own Runescape, I only own my created characters and places. Also, this is my first fic, but hopefully it won't be my last. Please Read and Review, don't flame!

Gangs of Varrock

It was a cold, uninviting day in the slums of southern Varrock. The crows cawed as they flew over the dilapidated buildings, creating an aura of unforgivingness over the town. A boy walked the oddly silent streets. He was dressed in an oversized black tunic, dark blue trousers, black gloves, and black boots. His spiky black hair contrasted greatly with his brown eyes, which narrowed into slits when he was angry. Strapped to his back was a short steel sword. Isaac looked up at the desolate grey sky and sighed. He was a loner, living a lonely existence in one of the harshest environments in the world. He strode through the damp alleyways and heard what sounded like two men talking from about 15 feet away. He hid behind the wall to listen in on what the men were saying:

'Your payment to the Black Arm Gang is due, old man!' said one of the men. 'You know that my boss doesn't like to be kept waiting for his cash!'

'I'm sorry, please have mercy! I'm very poor, I can't pay, I have a family to feed, please don't kill me!' begged the other man.

'Too late, old man! Your time is up!' declared the other man, who bore the crest of the Black Arm Gang on his shirt.

With that, Isaac sprung from the shadows, slashing the Black Arm Gang Member's chest. The Black Arm Gang member yelled in pain as he called for his backup. 5 men armed with all types of weapons emerged from the dark alleyways, all bearing the crest of the Black Arm. Isaac spun his sword around in his hands as he charged for one of the gangsters. He smirked and impaled the gangster in the throat, looking into his eyes with a menacing glare. Isaac then chopped the Black Arm's head off with a mighty swipe of his sword. One gangster drew his iron mace, swinging it around with great force. Isaac ducked and darted until he found a weak spot in the enemy's technique. He thrust the sword through the gangster's thigh, then pushed the hilt downward, sending a spray of blood everywhere. 'Three down, three to go,' said Isaac. A gang member tried to attack from behind, but he anticipated the attack and thrust the hilt of his sword into the attacker's stomach, dazing him momentarily until Isaac could spin around and chop him into pieces. With a powerful swing, Isaac sliced another gangster in half, leaving only one more. Isaac seemed to have lost sight of the last gangster, and began to look around. Then, Issac had felt a sharp pain in his left thigh. It had been an arrow, fired from an unseen archer hiding in the alleyways.

'I fking hate archers,' groaned Isaac. He followed the loud twang of the bowstring, and sliced through the archer. Isaac wiped the blood off his sword and walked back to the old man, who was grateful for the rescue.

'Thank you so much,' said the old man, bowing before Isaac as if he were a king or a god.

'It was nothin,' said Isaac. 'I gotta go.'

Isaac rummaged through the corpses and found a few gold pieces, along with some chainmail he could keep or sell for a good price at the armory. Isaac sheathed his sword and walked off into the distance.

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