Prologue: In the Slammer
Rain.
Khaine couldn't stand it.
It was often cold, wet and noisy.
It also made him need to take a piss.
"Focus Khaine" he told himself. "I can't afford to miss. Definitely not now"
He stood on the rooftop, looking down at the large mansion below him, waiting for his target to emerge.
His target in question: Ralph Stewart. A key figure in the military organisation known as G.U.N.
Now, if this was any ordinary order for assassination, Khaine would've simply rushed in and taken Stewart's head off with a machete.
But this was different, not least because the target was a G.U.N commander.
The main difference here was the bounty on his head.
Usually, Khaine and his partner in crime, a weasel by the name of Wilhelm (Often called "Fyreheart") were used to collecting small, yet sizeable bounties, usually offering several hundred thousand dollars, some offering a few million.
But this was beyond that.
If they could get this right, they would be $80 million dollars richer.
Together, the duo had been slowly accumulating a fortune from their kills, currently totalling around $22 million.
If they could nail this kill, they would be able to retire for the rest of their lives with a personal fortune of around $50 million each.
But only if they nailed the kill.
Khaine decided to stop wasting time and get his equipment set up.
In his left hand, he carried what looked like a briefcase.
Placing it down next to him, he opened it to reveal the parts of his weapon of choice.
A .50 calibre sniper rifle.
One of the most powerful sniper rifles on the market.
The fox quickly assembled it, equipping it with a thermal scope and a silencer.
He then slotted a small communicator into his ear and pressed it.
"Fyreheart, I'm in position. I have eyes on the mansion. Do you have a visual?"
"Almost. Just give me a sec and...There! The cameras are online"
"Good idea planting the hidden cameras, my friend"
"I aim to please. Oh, and just a quick heads up, a lot of people have turned up for this shindig."
"I know. I'm looking through the window right now and it looks like most of the high ranking G.U.N officers are there. And then some"
"Whilst it may be tempting, the others don't have contracts on their heads, so just stick to the task at hand"
"I know. I'm just getting soaked through to my khakis out here. Couldn't we have just bought a helicopter gunship and blown the whole place to smithereens?"
"Yeah, but then we'd have less money to retire with".
"Ah. Good point"
He shivered.
"Urgh. I should've come out here in a wetsuit"
"Just keep your eyes on the prize, hot shot."
Khaine's attention returned to trying to see his target.
He stood on the edge of the building for the next few minutes, peering into the mansion through his sniper scope.
Then, he noticed that the attention of the guests inside were all focused on one thing.
He just couldn't see it yet.
Finally, he heard the very thing he was hoping that Fyreheart would say.
"Got it! I have a positive ID on Ralph Stewart!"
"I can't see him. Where is he?"
"He's just coming down the stairs and into the room where all the guests are at. You should be able to see him in a moment"
Sure enough, Khaine soon spotted a man, roughly in his late fourties with dark green eyes and a receding grey hairline Coming around and greeting the guests.
This was Ralph Stewart.
"Okay, I see him".
"Well then, you'd better make that shot, my friend"
Khaine levelled his sniper rifle, aiming right at Stewart's head.
"Don't screw this up" He said to himself. "Do. Not. Screw. This. Up"
Both he and Wilhelm knew that there were hundreds of assassins after that lucrative bounty.
But they were almost all incredibly outmatched by the dynamic duo.
What's more, it appeared that Khaine was the only one who had found the target.
He steadied his aim as his finger began to tighten on the trigger, his crosshair still on his target's head.
"I can do this. I can do this"
He reminded himself of just who he really was.
He was Khaine. He was the deadliest assassin on the planet, with a list of confirmed kills long enough to cover the equator. And then some.
He and his partner were the greatest. And they sure as he'll weren't going to let this kill get-
BLAM!
A sniper shot rang out.
Inside the mansion, the atmosphere had turned into pandemonium, as dozens of people rushed around a figure lying on the floor, with blood on his head.
Stewart had just been assassinated.
But Khaine hadn't pulled the trigger.
Shocked and confused, he looked across to see where the shot had come from.
What he saw was a sight that made his blood boil.
There, standing on the opposite rooftop, was a blue haired fox carrying a sniper rifle identical to Khaine's.
But it was the eye patch over his right eye that gave him away.
Mordecai. Khaine's closest rival.
"Khaine, you slick devil! We're Rich!" Wilhelm yelled out, ecstatic.
"Dude, we aren't. I didn't get the kill" Khaine replied.
"You ain't putting nothing over on me" Wilhelm replied, still under the impression from the footage that it had been Khaine who had taken the shot.
"Seriously, dude, we have a situation here! Mordecai just went and stole the kill"
This was enough to catch Wilhelm's attention.
"We're- wait, WHAT!?"
Mordecai, spotting his rival, gave him a cheeky wave before sprinting off across the rooftops.
"He's getting away!" Exclaimed Khaine, taking off after him.
"KILL HIM! KILL HIM NOW! WE CAN'T LET HIM GET AWAY!"
Khaine obliged, detaching the silencer for better range on the sniper rifle.
He knew that killing Mordecai would be a difficult task. Whilst he hadn't been playing the assassin game for as long as Khaine, Mordecai was still an assassin to be feared, as he had recorded the greatest number of kills in a one week period.
However, in the business, he was still considered just second best to Khaine, with people hiring Mordecai to make the kill if they couldn't get the dynamic duo.
It was blatantly obvious to Khaine that Mordecai wanted the contract moment 1) All for himself and 2) Just to tick he and Wilhelm off.
That wasn't going to happen if he had anything to say about it.
Reaching a fairly high point in the skyline allowed Khaine to get a good view of the rest of the city.
Spotting Mordecai not too far away, Khaine decided to try and pick him off, leveling his sniper rifle and rapidly pulling the trigger.
BlamBlamBlamBlamBlam!
Despite his best attempts to hit him, Mordecai kept neatly dodging out of the way.
"Damn. This guy's been practising" Khaine Thought to himself.
Just then, an arrow came flying past Khaine's head and towards Mordecai, narrowly missing him.
Turning around to see who had fired the arrow, he found a figure disguised in a black cloak and carrying a bow and arrow.
His black trousers, grey trainers and bandana covering his mouth made him hard to identify, but it was the tufts of navy coloured fur and cybernetic right arm that gave him away.
It was Wilhelm.
"Well don't just stand there, you muppet!" He said to him. "Let's get him!"
Khaine agreed as the two took off after the rival assassin.
However, as they continued giving chase, a bright light began to shine down upon them.
Looking up, they spotted something they really didn't need to see at this point.
A Station Square Police Department helicopter was hovering over them, projecting its searchlight.
"You are violating the law!" A voice said over the loudspeaker. "Put down your weapons and surrender!"
"Not likely!" Wilhelm replied, taking out the searchlight with one precise arrow.
However, as the two continued running, they soon heard the sound of dozens of police sirens getting rapidly closer.
However, on the plus side, they we're beginning to get closer to Mordecai.
As they ran into a nearby construction zone, Mordecai was just a couple of metres away, allowing Khaine and Wilhelm to try and land a shot on him.
However, as they began to run through some scaffolding, it became "game, set and match" to Mordecai.
As he ran, Mordecai reached into a pocket and produced a strange small object, sticking it to a scaffolding pole as he ran.
The duo couldn't tell what it was to begin with.
But as it began rapidly beeping they realised with horror what it was.
"THAT'S A BOMB! MOVE!" Wilhelm yelled before he and Khaine turned around and ran back the other way to avoid the blast.
However, before they could make it away, the bomb detonated.
The whole floor beneath their feet disappeared as they found themselves falling through the air, thrown off the structure and deafened by the blast, accompanied by lots of falling debris.
Wilhhelm tried to latch on to a nearby building with the grappling hook on his wrist, but he was falling too fast to get a proper lock.
Whilst the impact with the hard ground wasn't enough to break any bones, it still hurt like hell.
The duo were left lying in agony for a few moments.
Then, just as they began to pick themselves up they saw the glare of dozens of bright headlights stopping in front of them, accompanied by flashing red and blue ones.
Encircling them.
As they eventually got to their feet, they found themselves surrounded by what seemed like the entire SSPD, SWAT unit and all.
There were multiple helicopters hovering overhead.
There was no way the duo were going to get out of this one.
Defeated, they dropped their weapons before going down on their knees, placing both their hands on their heads.
As they were promptly bundled into a waiting SSPD patrol car, Khaine looked out of the window to find Mordecai standing on a rooftop, out old sight, watching the scene.
Noticing Khaine and Wilhelm,nth he fox gave a cheeky salute before disappearing into the night.
"He'll pay for this" Khaine muttered to himself. "I'll send him to the 10th level of hell myself"
"Heh. Get in line, mate" Wilhelm replied.
The duo hadn't bothered trying to get lawyers. They knew they were guilty. They knew that everyone else in the court knew that they were guilty, so had just decided on trying to egg the court session wrapped up as quickly as possible.
As the duo sat in their chairs, waiting along with the rest of the court to see what the jury's verdict was, they and a chance to reminisce on their lives.
They had hacked, shot and murdered their way through millions.
Some would call them "God's mistakes"
But they couldn't care less.
For in their eyes, they were the best.
Finally, the jury returned.
As they did so, the judge returned to his chair.
"Has the jury reached a verdict?" he asked.
"We have your honour" a young female replied, standing up. "On the charge of extreme mass murder, we find the defendant Kenneth "Khaine" Fox...Guilty!"
"Kenneth Fox, I hereby sentence you to life imprisonment on Prison Island" The judge stated, banging his gavel.
There were relieved whispers in the court.
Khaine shuddered. He hated it when people used his birth name.
"What's more, on the charges of Grand theft, Arson, Destruction of property and murder, we find the defendant Wilhelm "Fyreheart" Weasel...Also guilty" The juror added.
"Wilhelm Weasel, I sentence you to seven years on Prison Island" The judge added, banging his gavel again.
Wilhelm couldn't argue. Prison Island only was the most maximum security prison on the planet.
"Do the defendants have anything more to say?" The judge asked.
Wilhelm shook his head.
"I have something" Khaine muttered, rising out of his seat.
He gave the judge one of his most deathly glares before saying what he wanted to say.
"If you ever even think of calling me by my birth name again..." he growled "...I will personally tear off your head and ram it so far up your backside that you'll be able to see what you had for breakfast"
There were concerned murmurings in the audience.
"The same goes for you" he said to the jury.
"Okay then..." The judge said, quite disturbed by Khaine's threat. "Does the jury have anything else to add?"
"Erm, no, your honour"
"Very well then. This court is adjourned"
As everyone began to leave, the dynamic duo were escorted out of the court room by a whole horde of police officers.
As they came through the doors, they were greeted by a whole horde of paparazzi, eager to capture this moment.
"Charming as usual, Khaine" Wilhelm whispered to him as he and his friend were shoved into the back of a waiting police van.
"Hey, I told them before not to call me by my birth name, yet they still did so, anyway"
"Good point. So, what do we do about this, then? We're getting shipped off to the most maximum security prison on the planet, me for seven years and you for life"
Khaine chuckled.
"Don't worry, mon ami" he replied. "We'll find a way out. There's always a way"
Khaine was created by I'machair5050 (myself)
Wilhelm was created by Versai
Mordecai was created by BrianLovesAlissaNalissa123