Why hello there again, here's another chapter of this crack crossover of Lab Zero's and Krinkel's works that I made.
So let get this show on the road and I also made a 'small' reference to one of Gabriel Barsch's animations, in addition to foreshadow in other 'references' that's going to happen.
Yeah, like the spy said: "This is getting awkward."
[Chapter 2: A 'warm' welcoming]
[A Nurse]
Waiting for my captors to get here, I'm currently being watched over by this split doppelganger version of Double, as Marie wasn't fond of me being alone within the Cathedral without her insight. So she logically summoned her abomination of a nun to create a clone copy of herself to watch over my every move.
If she sees something particularly suspicious, it'll instantly alert the real Double of my actions. In which return reduces my opportunity to gain any research against them and finding out what their inner strengths and weaknesses are so I can easily squash them like the vermin they are.
If you're really that idiotic and oblivious to whom I am. To simply put: I'm Ms. Valentine, the last Survivor of Last Hope, a team of ninja nurses who were researching the Skull Heart to find a way to end its infinite cycle of pain and death. Unfortunately, our sad fate comes to a tragic end when those two abominations somehow found the lab where we conducting our experiments.
Instead of murdering me like the rest of my team that Marie viewed as an obnoxious threats to her, the young Skullgirl decided it would be best for me to let me live…which it wasn't out of mercy if that's what you're thinking. Instead, she forced me to be her Enforcer assassin to take out any individual that she perceives as a threat to her or her plans.
But her decision to me live will lead to Marie's downfall, as I'll be waiting for a ripe opportunity to exploit her, find out hers and Double's weaknesses, and when the time is right, put them down…but only time will tell when I get that opportunity.
Currently, I'm unable to do any of that since Marie and double are off on some errand, and leaving me here with this grey clone of Double that the original made so I couldn't leave the cathedral or do anything behind their goes from minutes to hours while this clone watches me, making sure I don't leave the Cathedral without her permission. If I didn't follow her 'golden' rule of using consent, she will immediately dispose of me on sight for breaking my pact with the trinity.
Now that begs the question, where are they?
I'm not entirely sure where those two are at since they didn't really bother to explain where they were going, but they did utter a single word to me before they left to go about their business, that both satisfied my curiosity and informed me what they're doing: 'recruitment.'
Indicating that some unlucky, poor bastard will be dragged into this unfortunate mess we're both in. Doing the Skullgirl's dirty work as well eliminating any potential threats that could potentially compromise Marie's plan…or her herself in that matter.
However, If this new blood and I are to be working together in the same mission, I'll observe this particular person's skills and attributes to see if this victim is well capable of handling crucial assignments, If not, I'll abandon the recruit as they'll be a hindrance to me.
I'm feeling much better off working alone than watching over some inept mercenary that can't focus on our objective or having to deal with their idiotic mindset that'll most likely compromise both of us…although, if this victim is well capable of handling missions that requires both mental and physical pressure, then I'll be impressed.
While I'm being skeptical that I'll be working with someone that I don't know of, and rethinking of my biases that I could possibly be wrong, the white, colorless Double spoke up, opening her blood red eyes to notify me that something's happened.
"I have important news Ms. Valentine. We've found the candidate that we're looking for. Unfortunately though, it will take a while for us to arrive due to...complications." Well, consider me surprised, I thought punctuality were these freaks' specialty.
"Exactly what complications are you talking about?" Crossing my arms under my chest, I waited for the abomination to explain to me what's taking them so damn long for them to get here.
"It involves us sealing our contract." Well, that's helpful information, and not vague in the slightest bit.
"Could you explain this to me in more detail?" Trying to make sense of her vague explanation on who this mysterious person is. She then closed her eyes and shakes her head, indicating she either couldn't care less if I was kept in the dark, or she doesn't have time to explain their situation any further to me.
"I can't speak any further as I hear the Trinity does not want to interfere with his fate and the deal they've made. You will know about him when you'll meet him." Hmm, it appears that something's happening on their end that's keeping them occupied… now I'm REALLY getting curious.
Tsk, it's a shame though that I couldn't observe those two and analyze their combat patterns with my very own eye. No matter, I'll eventually identify of what those two monsters' abilities are so I can pinpoint their weaknesses in battle. But for now, this isn't the best time to be looking for answers with this clone constantly watching me.
Soon enough, hours pass and I'm still bored out of my mind. Nothing to read, no dark chocolate to eat, and no alcohol to help pass the time, I looked up to the glass windows to see the sun is already setting.
What the hell is taking them so long?
Feeling they won't come any time soon and could possibly take hours to finish of what they're doing, I might as well get some shut eye to preserve my energy for the next assignment when those two finally show up. Besides, I can't do anything to exploit them while the replica Double has her eyes on me.
Closing my blood red, cross eye. I took a light nap to speed up time for when those two eventual to get here and save some of my energy for whatever mission they want me to do next.
Right when I'm about to drift off, however, I feel something whistling through my blue hair and hearing static crackling in the wind that-oh…they're here already, what a surprise.
Opening my right eye to check they're here. A huge gush of wind blowing through my face and my nurse cap went flying afterwards by the unknown source.
To confirm my expectation of what's going to happen next, I saw blue electricity dancing around in the center of the cathedral with the giant statue of the abomination goddess staring down at the flames.
Three blue burning figures are now appearing as I recognize the two. I can tell the figure on the left is Marie due to her short height and and on the right is Double, now in her Nun form instead of her...true from. But in the middle, there's a person I've never seen before. I don't know who this figure is but I can already tell it's the 'candidate' they've picked. Oddly enough, I begin to notice something glowing red near his eyes.
When the three blue fires finally dissolved, I manage to get a clear look at all of them. But I mostly focus on the stranger they've picked.
Now, time to get a look at this stranger's appearance and see just who and WHAT he is. I'd normally assume he's a human, but when you're dealing with things like Double, I wouldn't be surprised if this person was anything but 'human.'
Let see, the figure seems to be par with my height, albeit slightly shorter so that he only reaches up to my eye level. I also can't help but note. He's a little bit…bloody, due to all the bright crimson splattering his clothes and body, meaning he had fought with either Double or Marie.
He's wearing red goggles over his eyes and a black-grayish cowl like mask wrapped around his face to conceal what his facial identity is, I spotted some exposed bandages peeking through his mask, meaning he's likely had combat experience in fights.
Continuing his body description, all his clothes are grayish-black like his mask that's wrapped around his face. He's wearing an unbuttoned trench coat that entirely covered his arms, and he's also wearing what appears to be an odd looking, grey, chest brace with a…
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:D
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Smug smiley face on it? Either way, the brace covers the upper portion of his chest, but does nothing to hide the rest, which is also covered in bandages, which are tightly wrapped against his rather toned body. There's a belt wrapped around his stomach attached with 4 pouches to likely carry his ammo, along with an empty bandolier.
To his left hand, he's holding a sharp looking hook with a wire attached at the end of the butt, possibility to fish nearby targets to get close to him and finish them off. I also notice a dark grey katana in his right hand as well. I can already tell just by look at it that it's a well-crafted sword, the Thai inscriptions on it only help prove my point. Now that I'm getting a good look at it, I think I can see what it translates to…:
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."Crush, Destroy, Kill.", hmm, that's quite the sword he's got there.
Anyhow, continuing to his legs. He's wearing black, dirtied, tight pants which hold more empty holsters and pouches surrounding entireties of his legs. To his feet, black combat boots covered his toes to his calves and its extraordinarily dusty, I also noted (with some level of amusement) that when he emptied out his boots, a crap-ton of sand fell out and covered some of the marble floor, which seemed to really irritate double.
To finish it all off of his description, he's well-built and physically fit.
Now that's I'm finished off with that little task, it's seems rather clear that this stranger is, at the very least, physically fit enough to keep up with me. Not only that, but all those bandages clearly indicate that he's an experienced fighter… well, either that or he's horribly accident prone, but that's pretty unlikely. Either way, he's clearly a competent fighter; however, I still need to make sure he's mentally competent and not some lumbering fool.
Even though I'm not one for romance, and certainly not for flirting with people I don't even know, I still need to make sure this persona is mentally well.
I need to confirm if he's just another clumsily perverted male or able to keep his emotions under control. I walk up to the 'candidate' and decide to see how he'll react to me talking to him. He lifted his head up and then stares at me…most likely wondering who I am.
"Why, hello there handsome-…"Before I could get any more words in, he immediately pointed his hook directly at my face and started to get unsettlingly aggressive with an angry growl, signaling me to back off.
"Look, I don't have time to deal with you or your little mind games, lady. Try and test me again, and I'll see to it that you end up a bloody stain on the wall." Hmm, he's definitely well mentally disciplined, but certainly not the courteous type.
Seeing my attempt to probe his mind didn't exactly work, I take a few steps back to avoid aggravating him any further. I could dodge the hook he's holding without beating an eye, but I don't want to risk having cold relations with him when we're both going to be working together at Marie's behest, especially if we get the same assignments. I can tell getting information on this guy and how he got wrapped up in this mess is going to be difficult enough, him wanting my head on a pike will only make things harder.
"Valentine…this is Mr. Hank J. Wimbleton, he's going to be your new partner, and please don't talk with him right now, as he's not in a very good mood." Marie says in her regular monotone voice, makes me wonder what they did to put him in such a shitty mood.
Even though I'm risking cold relation, I can't help but wonder what his capabilities are in combat?
(Hank)
Staring at this blue haired nurse who's not very modest in my sight, I cautiously listen to her voice as my gut instantly tells me that she's toying with me when she called me handsome. Considering we just met and she can't even see my face, it was pretty clear she wasn't being honest.
But seeing she's affiliated with Marie, I calm myself down and lowered the Hook that I took from Sanford before I left Nevada. I brought my Katana along as well, but I thought I needed something to remember my comrades by. As for Deimos, I brought his Cigarette packet along as well, I can imagine he'll want one when I revive them.
...Or just die again anyways.
Ah the memories, I miss the good O' team work I had with Sanford… it feels like it was only yesterday when he nearly took out my left eye while rescuing me from the A.A.H.W agents when they had me surrounded outside one of their bases. yeah, those were the days… wait, that wasn't a good memory at all.
While I'm reminiscing about that terrible, terrible memory, i noticed the… scantily clad nurse ask me something.
"Anyhow, what exactly...are you Hank? Since we're to be working together, it would be best if I knew a bit more about you, such as where you're from and what you're like." Yup, this is shady all around, and called it a hunch, but I don't think she thinks I'm very smart either. Not wanting to give her an advantage over me, I only give her the bare essentials.
"The name's Hank, I'm a mercenary that's been contracted by Marie over there." Giving a hand gesture towards Marie, my eyes notice the Skimpy Nurse's left eyebrow slightly twitches in irritation due to the lack of information. I knew I had to be careful with this lady; she's clearly trying to evaluate my abilities so she can use them to her advantage. For the time being, I need to choose my words wisely around her, perhaps when once I'm certain she can be trusted, I can indulge her with some more information about me, but for the time being, it's best I keep any information to myself.
"You're a lot wiser than I thought. Fine, I'll give you your privacy….for now." Stepping back out of my personal bubble, knowing it's futile on trying to pry out my secrets, which is good, because I wasn't really in the mood to rip her skull open.
After I dealt with that, I turn my head to Marie.
"Alright Marie, What's my task right now?" hoisting my Dragon sword over my shoulder, I waited for her to respond. I know I'm not working for the 'good' guys (what exactly is a good guy anyways since everyone has a potential of being a dick?) right now, but if going along with this contract means she'll revive Sandford, Deimos, and bring me back to Nevada, I've got no choice but to do everything she says.
"I'm afraid I can't give you a task right now Mr. Wimbleton." She said, which kind a pissed me off. She and her freakshow assistant kill my friends, force me into this weird contract that they somehow negotiate with the Highers', and I can't even kill somebody to release this pent up aggression? To say she wasn't on my good side was an understatement.
"And just why is that?" making no effort to hide my annoyance or look of disdain, Marie didn't seem very phased by it, however.
"Two reasons. One: you have no idea of where we are nor do you know anything about the geography of this world, and two: you're a bloody mess and I don't want you to spark suspicion if anybody sees you walking out of a church covered in blood 'in' broad daylight."
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…Seems legitimate enough.
"Okay, sounds reasonable. But…where do I stay exactly?" That question really flying around my head recently after one minute of standing here when I've observed around my surroundings and noticed I was in a cathedral
"That question will be answered at midnight as you're going with Double. For now, Valentine; go scout the inside of Lab 8 to see what they're holding, and if anyone of them spots you. Kill the witnesses before the others know. I want this reconnaissance information silent before I can send Hank and you to finish off the Anti-Skullgirl experiment as well their new little pet project: something called project 'Blue Arid' if I remember correctly?"
That sounds simple of enough, wait until midnight and let this 'inappropriate' nurse to do the rest.
"As you wish Marie." After she finished sentence, she immediately threw something onto the floor as a pile of smoke covered her entire body. When the smoke faded, she wasn't there anymore.
"And Double, please re-merge with your clone as we've brought our newest ally here." As the Nun nodded to Marie's request, she strolled towards the gray clone that possibly she made to watch the church here.
Standing there for a few seconds, her mouth stretches wide open that's literally the size of a doorway entrance as her body stretches down above her clone replica where she shallow her entire replica self, inside of her body.
After swallowing herself like a python, she return back to her normal stance and remained silent after her...meal?...yeah, I'm not going to think about that, lest I give myself a headache.
(3 hours later)
As midnight arrives upon the church, the streets gotten dark and there seems to be zero activity what-so-ever in this shady part of town. Double and I left the giant cathedral to show me where I'm going to stay in this bright, neon colored city that's tainted with advertisement ads at every corner.
While walking in the silent, dark streets that masked my bloodied clothes, I see various T.V advertisement posters splattered everywhere in this city. one that catches my eye is a Series called 'Annie of the Stars' as it shows a little girl with twin green pigtails, a white eye-patch with a yellow star drawn on it, a green dress, a polished cleaver sword, and some rabbit, doll, thing with an eyeball inside of it right next to her.
While this show is marketed towards little kids by telling its cheerful tone, I spotted another show that's marketed towards pre-teens. Where I saw a poster with four people in it doing like a power ranger style.
The T.V advertisement poster I'm talking about is called Bolverk Squad. Where it shows a team of four with their own unique color schemes which each of them having their own specialized 'traits'. There's blue one that looks like a cyberpunk ninja holding a futuristic staff standing in the far left, a red haired guy who's wearing a red heavy juggernaut suit while he's holding a futuristic metallic shotgun piece, standing in the middle left. Right next to him is a bright green haired girl with a black dress of some sort, wearing green goggles atop of her head, and wearing a black glove that has claws attached to it in the right side of the red guy. Then finally on the far right next to her, an intelligent looking yet a stoic guy has brown hair with orange glasses covering his eyes and wearing a black suit as he holds a black sticky grenade in his right hand.
for some reason, this "Bolverick squad" gives me a bad vibe. I'm not sure why, I just get the feeling that I'm going to have a run in with one of them, and that it won't go so well. Normally, the sensible part of my brain would reassure me that these are fictional characters and that there's no way I'd meet them, but considering everything that's happened, meeting one of these guys wouldn't be all that shocking.
Shaking the feeling off, I continue walking with Double, who was still heading towards the place I'm going to stay at.
After a few more minutes of walking through this colorful, bright, city, the nun suddenly came to a halt.
"This is the place." Double spoke in a normal female voice to blend in if anyone was near us. I look behind her to see it's a normal, tall, two-floor apartment complex I'm standing in front of.
"Your room number is 32. Enjoy your sleep and get yourself clean. I'll pick you up in three days, I'd recommend taking that time to take in the Canopy kingdom, get used to it's culture and geography." When she said that in her monotone voice, she tossed me the key to my new apartment home, she then walks back to the church and leaving me behind in this normal complex.
Better than nothing I suppose…
Taking in the building and memorizing where it is in case I need to remember, I stride up the stair that leads to the second floor of this brown-grayish apartment, I continue to walk casually until I found room 32-"Hey, hey…who's there?"
Hearing a voice coming out in room 33, I turn towards it and speak out to the person who's inside.
"Um, are you talking to me?" Waiting for this random guy to reply, he then answered me. "That's right, I'm your neighbor. Call me Jolly Matt if you want." Um…sure, I guess?
"Riiiight, well, why are you talking to me exactly?" I asked, something about this guy seems… eerily familiar, but it's weird because I think I'd remember a guy named "Jolly Matt."
"You're my new neighbor Hank; I'm just asking you fuck."…What-the-fuck?!
"How in the hell do you know my name?!"
Before he can respond to my question, I hear someone shouting behind Jolly.
"Matt, why the hell are you yelling at our neighbor? Get your ass over here and help me design your character models! Also, I think one of the models you created starting to clip itself!"
"Ah God damn it Michael, this will be much easier for us if Jose is here. You, outside, go away!" After he rudely yells at me to go away, he rushes back to his friend to help him with that "clipping" issue, or whatever it was called. Hmm, seems to me they're making a game inside there.
But I really couldn't care less about their game and I'm too tired to shove my boot up that punk's ass, so they get off lucky.
Jolly Matt and Michael… why the hell does that sound so familiar?
Placing the key inside the door knob, I walk inside my apartment room to see it's decently set up, With a small kitchen in the right side of this place including nearby wooden table to eat in, a basket hamper in the left to place all my dirtied clothes to a nearby laundry room on the ground floor of this apartment complex, and a single door that should lead to my bedroom.
Looking back at the hamper, I remove my bloodied black trench coat and place it inside the hamper. I then unstrapped all my combat gear and let it fall to the floor. I then take caution removing my bloodied chest brace. The wound inflicted on me by that goddamn clown had, for the most part healed. But it still felt rather sore from time to time. Now I'm shirtless, where my white bandages wrapped around my chiseled body and holding together my major wounds. Looking back, I can see now that a lot of the wounds I gained when I started fighting were due to overconfidence in my abilities, not bothering to make sure my greatest foe wouldn't strike when I was sure I had won.
Removing my boots, I stroll towards the door where I believe the Master Bedroom and bathroom should be.
Opening the next door while twirling my deceased friend's hook and sheathing my sword, I look inside to see a regular master room, where a white, queen sized bed with red bed sheets neatly covering the bed. A regular black T.V box on the wooden drawer shelves to inform or entertain me while I'm not doing anything here. A wooden closet box where I hear noises coming out inside there, another door that leads to the bathroom-wait…noise?
Approaching the wooden twin doors that's shaking inside there, I grab both of the handles and pull, however the door didn't seem to budge.
"HEY! IS SOMEONE OUT THERE?! CAN YOU HELP ME OUT, THE DAMN DOOR WON'T OPEN!" I then hear someone screaming inside the wooden closet, oddly enough, he sounded a lot like that Skeletor guy. Already annoyed, I yell at the voice to calm the fuck down.
"Just calm your ass down inside there, and make sure you duck or this'll get very messy!" Gripping Sanford's hook with both of my hands, I swung my hook into the small gap between the doors, splintering the wooden surface. Using it like a crowbar, I applied more pressure to the door, hearing cracks vibrate through the door.
with one final tug, the door ripped wide open flinging splinters everywhere and causing the person inside to fall face first onto the ground.
"Arghh…thanks stranger, I was inside there for…what day is it? What day? Oh! I was inside there for 3 months mister." Three months? How the hell is this guy still alive? Getting up to his feet slowly, I noted the stranger was wearing a shrouded black cloak over his entire body. Behind his back is very large, dusty, gray backpack that held a lot of guns.
Before I can ask him what the hell he's doing in my new apartment, He lifted his head to me to reveal his decaying, green rotting face along a devilish grin plastered over his decomposed skin where his sharp teeth are showing and a monocle eye glimmering onto my face.
Reacting quickly and faster than most normal men, I unsheathed my sword and pointed near the Zed's neck and I began my impromptu interrogation.
"Who the hell are you?" demanding this sentient zed to identify himself, he raises his hands in surrender.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! What's with all the hostility!? you don't like me just because I look different, you fucking racist-wait a second…your face seems very familiar..." Ignoring the sword in front of him, he grabbed onto my jawbone very tightly as he began to examine every part of me with his putrefying hands crushing my jaw.
"Hmm, you're wearing that familiar mask wrapping, red goggles: check, bandages all over… OH HELL YES! Yes indeed! I know who you are, kid! You're the infamous Hank J. Wimbleton. The A.A.H.W wants your head and you're on every wanted flyer in that damned, zombie infested city!" Grinning harder where he show his single golden tooth, But I was more focused on the revelation that this Zed freak apparently came from the same world as me. In addition to that, that 'damned, zombie infested city' seems to be the same one my comrades and I were supposed to go to, at least, before Marie and that monster nun decided to blackmail my ass with the Higher Powers backing up their demands.
"Alright, you're from the same world as me, that's freaking dandy and all, but you still haven't answered my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing here!" Inching closer to his nape, he just kept grinning like a rapist and suddenly introduced himself to me.
"Just call me Mr. M. I'm just your average, run of the mill, zed merchant that travels around the infested city that contains the Nexus core while my zombie brethren keep chomping on the poor, unfortunate survivors who are too stupid to handle themselves. But, I'm not into eating the poor chaps thanks to the mutations in my brain that let me keep my intelligence."
Still explaining his long exposition to me, I continue listening to him to see if he's a threat or not.
"Unlike my 'brothers,' I have a hunger for…money rather than brains. So I accept any type of authentic cash-even though it's an apocalypse wasteland inside the state of Nevada, my greed for old world cash still fuels my lust for money as I scavenge for any supplies in the desert for high profits. Ammo, guns, firepower, you name it!" Tapping his fingers together while he's profiling himself, he answered of how he got here and why he's in my room.
"I don't know how I got into this world; I was just knocked out while I'm travelling in the desert to look for supplies or survivors to sell weaponry and needs. It's like a sudden flash of light blinded my eyes and then I lost conscious after that." As he finished his explanation on how he got here, his voice sounds very authentic in honesty. Which slightly convinced me to lower my sword from his neck, but not enough to convince me if he's a friend or foe? Continuing on of his biography of himself, he then explains to me of why he's in my room.
"When I came to, I was suddenly inside an alleyway and when I leave it, I realize I'm back in good ol, civilization! Just as it was before shit hit the fan in Nevada. So I did odd jobs here like selling my guns back in Nevada, 'legally' working in some gun shops, setting up my own secret, personal black market gun shop, and then…dealing with a local Mafioso family." Wait, what?
"So I was dealing with my fifth major gun trading deal with the Medici mafias as their two strongest lackeys-I don't know exactly their names are, but I think one of them calls himself Red who looks like a professional hitman assassin, and another one who's wearing a green bandana along calling himself-Gio'-Gio' Russa-what the hell is his name again? Nah, that's not important and I'm getting off topic here," I'm gonna go off on a limb and say this guy got on their bad side...
"Anyways, when I was making a deal with those two on sniper rifles and modern assault weapons like the AK-47s, simple & reliable, the FN-SCARs', strong & accurate, then finally the TAVOR rifles which is the Israelis' best friend-by the way, the modern rifles design I made gotten really popular for criminals like hot cakes as its more powerful than their early 20th century guns-…sorry." Realizing he was once again straying off topic, he continued his story.
"Continuing on before I get into a weapons rant, they got really pissed off when I said I didn't have enough time to craft and supply enough for them of my AP-34 sniper rifles, my varieties' of assault rifles I mentioned, or the recently automatic shotguns I made for a heist operation which is a high security risk…so they locked me up inside this closet and threaten me to kill me off if they're not satisfy enough of the quantities of guns they need to require for the major heist."
He then scoffed at them of the high demands he received which seems reasonable to me, as I can imagine a lot of those guns would take time to craft-…wait, he's working alone on fabricating the guns?
"Bah, they don't know quality over quantity as the guns will be shit if I over crunch time on focusing fabricating the weapons than my secrets on designing the best quality of my firearms for them…are you convinced enough to let me live?" After having to sit through that entire exposition rant, I'd say I was convinced.
"Yeah I'm convinced enough, but you said you're an illegal high-tech gun merchant, correct?" Nodding his head to confirm his selling modern guns in his new black market he made. I gave him an offer to let him live for a…price that is.
"I'll let you live and I'll protect you in certain situations, but in return, you'll give me a free sample of one of those automated shotguns you mentioned, including the shells of a 12-gauge shotgun variant' type to feel three drum canisters. Then give me a discount on all your weapons for protection and working alongside of you as a bodyguard." Shaking his head out of my outrageous demands I gave him, but seeing as I freed him along the temptation of having a badass like me being his bodyguard, he decided to return the favor for me.
"Hmmm…even though it's sounds very outrageous to give out a free, powerful, automated shotgun variant and bunch of ammunition for that particular gun, including the discount part you mention which breaks my metaphorical heart…you DID get me out of that closet, and having a killer like you being my bodyguard in this line of work is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so what the hell? You got yourself a deal pal."
Offering his right hand to me to make a legal business handshake promise, I extended my right hand to seal the deal.
Gripping his grotesque, rotten hand, we shook together as we sealed our mutual promises to each other…if he breaks my promise. I'll give him no mercy for being a backstabbing Judas.
"So the 12 gauge' gun you want…what type specially?" Asking me of what type of shotgun variant I want, I believe I want an AA-12 variant which I feel more reliable for me.
"An Auto Assault-12 or known as AA-12 variant Mr. M." Answering him of what type, he digs through his ridiculously large backpack he's carrying and bam; he's holding an AA-12 shotgun inside the bag in there including 3 fully loaded barrel canisters I ask for.
"This is the recent gun I made to show off to my Mafioso employers…but it backfired as their now overly obsessed with my guns and blackmailing me with racket protection, so…here, for the deal you made with me." Grabbing hold on the AA-12 hardware in my hands while Mr. M placing the magazine barrels in my bed, he pulled out a map under his sleeve to reveal his current black market location and the job he offers me.
"Okay, here's the regional map of Canopy Kingdom's New Meridian city. Here is the location of the apartment complex you're living in." Pointing his finger at the apartment location which is circled in red that marked we're here.
"This is the current shop I set up." Pointing his finger at 8 blocks away from here in the north of this place, he pointed at the alleyway in the left which marks a red x while a label under it saying: "soon to be dismantled for a new location to avoid racketing and sabotaging the supply offer for the Medici's betrayal of the golden M."
"This is my current location for now as I'll be moving to make my trails colder and my vengeance for threatening my creativity on firearms. You'll find my place with a big red 'M' on anywhere that's invisible to the public's eye. If you find the 'M,' you're very close to my shop. Also, the job I'll give you will make my life a lot easier to make my trails grow colder, in turn making the Medici Mafia more pissed off than ever."
Pulling out three plastic C4s out of his bag and placing it in my bed, he returns back to the map and instructed me to do a 'favor' for him.
"Okay you see the three black Xs' in this map, right?" Looking at the map, I saw three black Xs' scatter across near my apartment area as certain streets near me having small, black X crosses over it. While the arrows pointing at them having labels under them saying: "Place the wireless bombs here in the FORMER dead drops to kill those bastards who want my guns."
"These are the used to be dead drops for the Medici mafia to get my weaponry, but seeing them trying to racket my business…I'll murder a lot of them with my wireless bombs in a single detonator to show them not to fuck with my business!" Pulling out three photographs out of his sleeves again of where I should place the bombs, he putted on my bed, then explaining me of my reward if I finish putting all the bombs on the booby-trap, dead drops including my deadline as he's going to leave soon.
"When you place all my bombs of where I want them to be in. You'll return to my current shop and I'll promise the discount prices you want and showing you my new current shop will be located at. But be warn, the deadline will end in two days. If not finish placing all the bombs in their assign locations for some stupid reason, the promise you made for me will be broken and you wouldn't ever find me, 'ever' to find me to sell you your weaponry." Telling me of my consequence if I don't finish it, he places the map on the bed again and leaves my room to prepare on dismantling his current shop to set up his new area he's going to settle in.
"Racketing Protection my ass…those damn, bloody Medici assholes. Thinking they're superior in this kingdom, I'll show them just what their arrogance will do for them." Walking out of my room and closing the door behind me, most likely returning to his shop. I look back at the items for my new job I made for him.
Putting up all my assigned items on the drawer table, I lie down on the bed and look at the alarm clock, and I realize it's 11:00 am.
Lying on the bed and pulling my pants off to show more of my bandage wrapped legs and showing off more of my toned, pale, albino body. I remove my red goggles and mask as I place it on the wooden table counter near me where's the remote lies for the T.V. I grabbed the remote where my single working right eye' is going to watch since my left eyeball got stabbed to do Sanford…saving my hide. But it still remains functioning although it slightly blurry inside after it heals.
Pressing the power button, I hear a 'ding' from the T.V and starting to get bright in the screen.
"HOLY DRAGONS! KEEPERS OF TIME! RIDE BRAVE THE BLUE SKIES AND SPELL MY EYES~! "
As the T.V turned on, I hear symphony metal music playing while the ending credits are showing four familiar, animated characters doing a synchronizing dances from the music it's playing and dancing on a 3D made concert with hardcore visual designs everywhere…like lens flares.
After seeing the term 'bolverk squad' pop up, I realize that these are the same people I saw on that TV ad.
When the song is about to end and the "bolverk squad" prepares to finish their little dance sequence they made in the end credits, I change to the news channel to stop the weird feelings I get from looking at that show.
As the channel transit to the News channel, A half Caucasian, Asian news reporter woman telling the daily news with a Nazi-like background behind her. Instead of a reverse, tainted Swastika that's an inversion of what it's truly meant to represent, a black umbrella is instead placed in the center of the white circle than the usual Nazi swastika.
"I'm Rachel Wong; this is your daily report within the Kingdom of Canopy, broadcasting live from the center of the Kingdom." As the News' Reporter finished her introduction, she then reports the daily news what's happening in this place.
"We have reports that we have three mysterious, anonymous, top elite ninja assassins who are fully affiliated to our government, the Black Egrets. To stop the Mafia's activates and the sudden increase of the Skullgirl sightings here." Showing a picture of the elites inside a back room with a light shining behind them, where I saw one wearing a red shades, the second who kind of looks like a woman that's radiating out red electricity including the guy wearing the red shades is glowing red as well, and finally the third who looks like a buff martial artist that looks like he came from Russia, along thinking he's been followed by a psychotic little girl in his home country…jeez, where the hell did THAT come from?
"Dear to the holy Trinity, what in the world happening in that city? Is there a silent war brewing within the city of New Meridian or is it something more destructive that threatens Canopy Kingdom's future stability? Tone in next time for-" Turning off the T.V as I heard enough, I wonder just how long I'm going to be stuck here, and just how much blood I'll spill between that time. Turning my head facing the pillow and covering my legs in the white blanket sheets, I close my eyes where I'm going to have a big day tomorrow for Mr. M's request for me.
Let me say this again, I get the feeling I'm going to be here for a while before I can continue dismantling the A.A.H.W.
(12:00 AM-Outsides Hank's bedroom apartment window)
(Valentine)
After finally making it to the outside of Hank's window, I stare at his Bedroom window to look inside his room to make sure he's asleep, where I saw his exposed body appearance in his bed and his face on the pillow as he's sleeping-…well, hello.
While observing his near-naked appearance, my eyes (technically one eye) entrance to the rest of his body, and I note he does indeed have a toned, healthy, pale body along with very lean muscles, which confirms my theory on his physique. Taking further note of his appearance, I see that the bandages extend from his entire torso to all of his arms and that his legs are the only part of him that isn't covered in bandages, with a pair of grey boxer shorts covering his more…*ahem* vital areas. His head is full of silver hair that's short, messy, and healthy which shines in the midnight while he buries his face in the soft pillow.
Who would've thought somebody so good-looking was hiding behind all those bandages and masks?
Before I can ask myself why I'm suddenly taking such an interest in his physique, I heard a familiar monotone voice above me on the roof.
"Well, isn't this amusing. the stoic, manipulative, Valentine getting flushed for the chiseled pretty boy...? You didn't forget about the assignment Marie gave you in favor of looking at your new plaything, did you?" Wait what-no!
Trying to conceal my emotions and trying to stop dark red flush from spreading across my face from Double's apathetic comments, which are admittedly, doing a good job of playing with my emotions. I scowl at the monster for making that false accusation.
"I'm simply making sure he's physically capable of taking care of himself within Lab 8 alone without my assistance, and I don't need you interfering with my research, It's important to find out what he's capable of on the battlefield." Giving my justified answer to this unholy creature that can see all; the nun just shakes her head and a little smirk begins creeping across her sadistic lips at me, not seeming to believe me thanks to this damn blush running across my face.
"Yes…researching, if by research, you mean to see how many of his children you can bear." WHAT-NO, what did she just say to me!? Regaining my composure and forcing the blush off my face, I direct a glare towards her that would make a bull stop dead in its tracks.
"You sure are making a lot of accusations here Double, it's just a shame you're completely wrong in all regards. I merely have an interest in my new associate is all, as any person would." What right does this damn abomination have to say this to me? Although as much as I hated to admit it, I DID find Hank to be quite good looking.
"Hmm… well, if by interest, you mean lust, I suppose. But a fair warning Valentine, if I catch the slightest sign of treachery, I'll see to it that you and your "interest" suffer for it." And before I could even respond, double disappeared in an explosion of ash, scattering in the midnight wind.
I scowl at the thought of that damn freak of nature trying to use mind-games against me.
"Just you wait Double; I'm looking forward to when I get to wipe that smug look off your face." I prepare to take my leave myself, but before I go, I take one more look at Hank and I'm surprised to see his sleeping face turning towards the window, and by extension, me with a peaceful smile. I take longer than I would've liked looking at his...handsome face before shaking off these ridiculous feelings and disappearing in a burst of white smoke.
(Hank)
*BEEP!* *BEEP!* *BEEP!*
Opening my eyes again as I hear the alarm clock beeping in my ears, I press the snooze button to the stop the dreadful sound.
Getting myself up from the bed, I take a look at the window and see it's bright and sunny. I will admit, seeing everything so much more colorful and lively here unearths a certain amount of curiosity I have about this world, everything here seems so much more… happy than Nevada, even with this 'Medici Mafia' at large.
Hearing my stomach growl, I realize should get some groceries, but that's going to be difficult considering I have no money and I don't even know what this world's money looks like.
Realizing I'll just have to think of something, I clean myself up, reapply my chest brace, and put my now-clean gear back on before heading off and seeing just what the Canopy Kingdom has in store for me.
What a bloody day this is going to be.
(End of chapter)
Happy Valentine's Day everyone…although I was going to post this in Valentine's day, but to do difficulties on getting contact with my Proofreader, checking the chapters if everything is fix, and another crunch time on re-editing some parts for it to be polished.
Anyway, thanks Lolrus555 on proofreading my works on making sure this chapter doesn't suck and warning me not to put 'extreme' morbid NSFW stuff since I was tired as hell, along giving the story more personality.
Also, credits to EdwardElricKun for 'Chainsaw-Madness' in the art poster in front of the story.
So yeah! :D
