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Ch.3 House of the Rising Sun
"Uuurrrggg! How much did i drink last night?" Revy asked no one in particular as she woke up to a jack hammer going off in her skull. "Must've drank a lot to get this bad a hangover. groan Where are the pain pills?" As she stumbled out of bed she found the bottle of aspirin in her bathroom cabinet right next to a bottle of Bacardi. After taking the aspirin with the Bacardi(Do not attempt!) she got dressed in her standard attire, put her hair up in a ponytail, loaded her guns and began her walk towards the Lagoon company building.
(Play Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant)
Revy walked through the litter filled streets of New Roanapur casually watching as the people in the street quickly got out of her way. Everyone in the city of the damned knew to say out of her way less they wanted a bullet right between their eyes. She was the second most feared woman in the city only Balalanka could claim the title of Goddess of death. But that didn't bother Revy she liked being feared it allowed her to do almost anything she wanted in town.
As reached the stairs of the Lagoon Company building she noticed a man riding a donkey and wearing a poncho was being harassed by the Colombian gangsters. They were telling him that he better find a different street to walk on if he didn't want to get hurt and that weaklings like him weren't welcome in this part of town. From what she could tell at her distance he was an average looking Japanese male with dark black hair and a toned body. "He won't last the week" she told herself as she saw them fire gun shots at the feet of the donkey as she walked up the stairs of the run down office building.
As Revy opened the door she saw Dutch sitting down at the couch reading an six year old magazine that talked about the "problems of organized crime." She smirked at the title, Revy also noticed Benny working on his own personal "project" in the back bedroom. Benny had always gone on about having a solar panel placed on the roof to power the building without relying on the power plant owned by Balalanka; he said it would help cut down on the use of oil and keep them self sustained.
Revy ignored most of Benny's lectures about saving on oil in this kind of world and went to work cleaning her guns and counting ammo. For her it was simple if someone had something you wanted and they didn't give it to you, then you take it by force. Revy found that this kind of mindset helped keep her alive and allowed her to get in the good graces with one of the most deadliest warlords in the wasteland.
She enjoyed the life she had now and would not listen to anyone's bullshit about trying to make the world the way it was. "If the world was so great before why did the leaders of the world decided to blow it up?" she would often ask, if not yell, at these people who tried "fixing the world." It was a lost cause in her mind and it would prefer to keep living the way she did without anyone telling her other wise.
After two hours of cleaning and putting her guns back together and returned them to her holsters. Satisfied with her work she got up and headed for the fridge where she kept a cold pizza. She took out two slices not even bothering to re heat them, and sat down on the couch and started eating savoring each bite until there was nothing left.
No less than a few minutes passed after she finished the "rare delicacy" she heard a loud scream outside. Curious she walked to the window and was shocked at what she saw. Four men where laying on the ground near the Colombian's compound in pools of their own blood. "Holy Shit! Dutch check this out!" Revy yelled to her boss. Dutch knew that Revy was never easy to impress so he hurried to the window and was just as surprised by the sight. The weirdest thing for both of them was that there was no one standing near the bodies as if the killer killed them then vanished.
(End Song)
When Rock entered New Roanapur he expected to find a run down city with people scavenging for supplies and shooting anyone in their way. Yet he was surprised to find that it was a well organized. Buildings were powered by electricity, they had running water and even had apartments, and hotels, with numerous residents living within them.
While there were a few problems such as litter in the streets and slave trading the city itself was self sufficient from the outside. As Rock got further and further into the city he saw prostitutes and venders of all sorts selling weapons of all sorts, custom made clothing and food. He enjoyed this view it gave him comfort knowing that all manner of civilization had not vanished from the face of the earth.
Yet the inhabitant's manners were severely lacking, three Colombians made sure to give a "warm welcome" to the city. As he rode in on his donkey the Colombians tried to scare him thinking he might be the type to run from a fight. That was their first mistake.
"Hey Amigo! It's not smart to go wandering so far from home" one of them laughed as he rode in. "I bet he picked the wrong street," "No I think he picked the wrong town" chuckled the two other Colombians. "I believe his biggest mistake was being born" said the first Colombian gangster trying to intimidate Rock further. "I bet if he wants a job he could be a scare crow on the wall," "Nah he's more likely to get scared off by the crows." They kept berating him until finally firing a few shots at the feet of his mule that sent it into a running frenzy. That was their second mistake.
As the mule went fast and more out of control by the second, Rock was forced to grad a wooden sign post to safely get off the wild mule. Thankfully he had his sword water canteen and what little food he had left on him, in his bag. He quickly noticed that the sign post was next to a hotel of average quality and there was a man in the old western styled door way looking at him. "Good morning" Rock said solemnly and he hug from the sign post. "Salute" replied the man with a grin that Rock couldn't tell if it was from what just happened or if he was trying to get another customer.
Rock let go of the sign post and dropped to the ground with ease and walked up to the man and said "You the owner?" "Si my good man" he replied with a grin "I am Alfonso and, welcome to the House of The Rising Sun!"
Alfonso listed off all of the benefits of living in his hotel as if i were the only building to have such pleasure's in the city. After the tour of the "luxurious" hotel Alfonso looked a Rock with a wide toothy grin and said "The price for a weeks stay here is one Gallon of Gasoline, or fifty rounds of ammo."
Rock stared at Alfonso with a blank stare trying to see if he would back down from the set price. Rock took out a thin cigar and lit it with a match taking a long drag "What if I gave you a counter offer. I could help you around here for the days I stay here until i find a new place to shack up." Alfonso was taken aback by this sudden counter offer.
"Look if you want to stay here I need bullets or oil, this place doesn't run on free handouts" Alfonso said with an annoyed tone people who didn't have the things he wanted tried giving the things he didn't need to run his establishment. Alfonso thought about what Rock could do for him in exchange for a room then chuckled when he thought of an answer.
"...but there is something you could try doing though it's suicide." Alfonso started ambiguously then continued after waiting five seconds for Rocks reaction. "There are three asshole Colombians who constantly use my the side of my building as target practice. It scare the shit out of my residents if you convinced them to stop then I would give you two weeks of free stay."
Without a second thought Rock started walking out of the hotel and exited the front door casually. 'Ha that will teach the poor to come to my establishment' Alfonso laughed to himself as he watched Rock walk towards the Colombians. "Wait a minuet what is he doing?" wondering why a man would walk towards certain death for a room.
Rock slowly made his way to the three Colombians at the end of the street passing a coffin make along the way simply saying "Get three coffins ready." The old coffin make nodded with a kind smile as he watched Rock walk away casually. By the time he arrived at the Colombian's hideout there were now four men with weapons waiting there snickering at him.
"Hey stranger didn't you get the message we don't like new guys like you walking on our turf so go get your mule. What did you let him get away?" The first gangster said chuckling at the memory of Rock's misfortune earlier that morning.
Rock merely stood there took the cigar from his mouth and looked at each of them measuring their distance from him. "You see that's what I wanted to talk to you about you see he's feeling real bad."
The Colombian gangsters were slightly confused by what he said to them until he continued. "My mule you see he got all riled up when you fired those shots at his feet" Rock said with a small grin as he slowly moved his left foot forward.
"You trying to tell a joke?" replied another one of the gangsters as they all tried to wrap their heads around the situation.
"No you see I get that you men were just playing around but the mule he just doesn't get it now if you were to apologize" Rock started before the Colombians started laughing at the ridiculous request.
Rock then looked down and moved his poncho to the side freeing his arms from restrictions to draw his sword. "I don't think it's nice that you are laughing" Rock said in a serious tone and with a look that could kill, if the men weren't stupid enough to know they were dead. The gangsters soon stopped laughing looking at Rock as if he meant to try and kill them.
"You see my mule doesn't like it when people are laughing, he gets the strangest idea that they are laughing at him. Now if you apologize like I know you're going to I might convince him you really didn't mean it" Rock said glaring at each of the gangsters who were reaching for their guns.
The whole incident was over in a few seconds. As each of the gangsters tried to draw their guns Rock was already at the closest one slicing upwards across the mans chest and throat. The second man was killed with a downward slash severing his left arm and leg. The third man was stabbed through the bottom of the neck which was sliced through as Rock decapitated the fourth man in one swing.
On lookers were shocked at the sudden death of four men in the middle of the street by a man with a sword. Rock slowly made his way back to The House of The Rising Sun and passing the old coffin maker who was smiling at Rock. As he passed the old man he said "My mistake four coffins." Once he returned into the Hotel he took a key from behind the main desk and walked to his new room, without any resistance from Alfonso.
