Elva: This is our first fic together! Woo!
Kenji: Why do I suddenly feel like killing myself?
Elva: Hey!
AKA: It won't be that bad.
Kenji: Wanna bet?
Nightmare: You're not even in this chapter, what're you complaining about?
Kenji: Nothing, just harassing you three.
AKA: -.-; Let's just get on with this…
Disclaimer: We don't own the BR cast, we do own the so far unnamed character in this fic, whose name will be revealed later, if you would like to borrow him for some reason, just ask! (Might want to wait until we give out his name though…)
Note: The plot for this fic came from several cans of Mountain Dew during lunch; you can blame most of it on AKA.
Another Note: '//' Will be used to signify thoughts since the comp is spazzing out on us and won't let us use html. .
Eye for an EyePrologue
Tylon.
A simple name, really, but the fear it causes is unbelievable. If one simply whispered the name in a crowded room, all activity would stop, the chatter dying down to a thick silence, some even glancing over their shoulders nervously until the atmosphere rose back up again. Even after all these years Tylon still held its power over the populace.
//Maybe that's why I joined them…their power.//
A man stood silently in front of the Zoanthrope Kingdom's capital, King Orion's palace. The man seemed out of place in the desert nation, his pale complexion and dark clothing somehow unfitting in broad daylight. A single jagged scar ran down the side of his face, crossing over his right eye, hidden by an eye patch. The uncovered eye, yellow, and void of life, watched the world around it closely, almost suspiciously, as it passed by him, people bustling in and out of houses, a guard demanding the business of a man attempting to enter the palace gates, farmers calling out to potential customers on the street, life surrounded him yet there seemed to be no life within him.
His attention was focused on a sign hanging from the gate wall, large golden letters printed across the top of the banner proclaimed:
Zoanthrope Fighting Tournament Begins In Three Days!
The winner will be crowned Zoanthrope Champion and will receive a cash prize! Please register within the palace if you wish to participate.
//Hmm, this place is falling apart already…relying on some tournament to boost morale.//
The man smirked as he made his way through the bustling crowds towards the palace gate, rumors of horrifying experiments were whispered whenever a royal official wasn't nearby, King Orion denied the existence of the experiments, of course, but so did Tylon. Many had already left because of these rumors and many more would follow.
The man honestly didn't care about this though; he had only come here to settle a score.
//You've upset the balance Old Lion, eye for an eye, that was the deal, but you went too far.//
Too be continued…
Kenji: Well that was needlessly long.
AKA: How the hell did you get here anyway?
Kenji: I have my ways.
AKA: ¬¬;
Nightmare: Review and let us know if we should continue or chuck it!
Kenji: Chuck it! Chuck it!
AKA: You know…we don't HAVE to make that Keniko scene…
Kenji: ::Silence::
AKA: Good boy.
Elva: Uh….review!