Arcobaleno: Lives of Lies

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Chapter: Skull

Skull was a mysterious figure. There was no info or background knowledge about the man who would not die. All was known was that Skull was never seen without his or her purple outfit, and Skull normally wore a motorcycle helmet. But nobody cared about that. They just wanted him to do his outrageous stunts. The world enjoyed seeing him risk his life for no reason. Skull did the things he did for money, fame, and enjoyment. He was the kind of person who would never back down if called chicken, regardless of the costs. He would go to hell and back on a simple dare, as he had proven many a time.

He had no limit, and no regard for his own safety. He did it, for the sheer adrenalin rush. Skull had no regard for life or death. He just wasn't the type of man to hold back and be afraid of anything. It was this attitude, along with his special ability, Armor Muscle, which had enabled him to survive any hit or blow.

Skull was on a road trip to a new dare (Jumping the grand canyon with a Hummer) when he received a letter, telling him to meet at the base of a mountain in Italy. He would have ignored it, if the letter had not been so mysterious. How did he even obtain this letter when he and his crew were going without stopping in a Mobile home?

So Skull quickly completed his jump, stole the Hummer and drove off to the nearest airport.

When he arrived in the Italian location he me the six other people. He didn't know any of them, and assumed they were his fan or instructors in the newest stunt. And so he addressed the thin man shaped like a lightning bolt that way. "Oh hey, what do you want me to do?" Skull asked him. The thin man, completely taken aback, thought of the first thing that came to his mind. "Get me an espresso." Skull, assuming that was just how the man was, got him an Espresso.

The group of seven would never forget this. The eight would eventually be informed of it too.

When Skull finally sat down with the other six, he noticed several things. Some of the men were giving off a dangerous aura. The woman who offered them cookies was preggers or had recently given birth. The man in the red clothes was Fong, the world's best martial artist. The man in the lab coat was Verde, the Einstein among geniuses. None of them but the preggo woman knew why they were here. So he observed from behind his helmet quickly.

The woman was kind, pregnant, and seemed to calm the group down. She was the only one who knew what was going, he guessed. Skull always trusted his guesses. Her hat suggested she was a shaman woman.

The cloaked figure was mysterious, and kind of scary in a way. He had a certain feel to him that set Skull on edge. And if Skull looked carefully, his entire form seemed to flicker. Skull trusted his skills of observation.

Fong was quite and seemed reserved. Skull assumed he was shy and just didn't have anything to really say.

The man in the suit and Fedora, with the weird sideburns was toting a pistol. The man must've thought it was well hidden, and it was, but Skull always saw more than he let on. If the man tried to shoot him, Skull would activate his armored body and rip him in two.

The serious woman, moved with a grace like Fong had, suggesting she had trained in fighting styles. She was dressed like a flight attendant for some reason.

Verde was sitting and writing without stop, and hadn't even responded when offered cookies. Skull would have kicked him under the table if he didn't know Verde was carrying a Stun gun. He had seen that model before, it reached up to ten thousand volts. And then it had looked like it had been tinkered with by Verde himself. Skull knew about that model from the time he was shot with five of these at the same time.

So Skull waited for whatever they needed to do. He climbed the mountain with them. It wasn't such a difficult trip until it became oxygen light. He had much time to think. Thoughts like, 'why am I here', and 'why are these people the way they are?' He was observatent to little details. He noticed that Fong wasn't letting his body adapt to the low oxygen. He noticed Luce and the Fedora seemed unaffected. He noticed the cloaked figure had to re-adjust his illusions more and more as they didn't work right in the low oxygen zone.

When the thin man in the black suit drew his pistol at nothing Skull assumed his paranoid nature and lack of oxygen had gotten to him. When a blond man walked out from behind the rocks Skull still didn't have the slightest why the man with the fedora had thought it necessary to draw a gun on him. So what if the man had been following them? He wasn't hurting anyone!

Skull quickly got to know Colonnello. They rubbed each other the wrong way though, so they kept themselves apart. Skull himself knew the correct way to let his body adjust, so the low oxygen was no problem. Among the few rest they had he talked to some of the members, but they didn't really get to know each other until Fong hurt himself as a result of his training.

When they reached the top and they were transformed into babies Skull didn't panic, even if he wanted to. His career was over, right? He quickly checked that his Armored Muscle ability worked. It did, and seemed amplified in fact. Verde quickly rattled off statistics about their new forms.

Skull did not like the idea of immortality. All things needed to die eventually. Being stuck as a baby sucked horribly, but so long as he had his power than he could continue to be a stuntman, he'd just have to be more careful. Resistant to sicknesses? Sweet. Amplified senses and bodies? Epic. Stuck as baby? Oh HELL NO.

When the cloaked man revealed to be Viper by the Masked man revealed that he planned to break this curse, despite Verde's warning that it was impossible, Skull wanted to do the same. But who was he kidding. He didn't have the slightest clue how to do that. It was better to wait for them to finish. After all, he had all the time in the world now.

Things were odd for a long time as he continued to perform his stunts. Due to his new body it was all very strange. The gigantic Octopus he had gained? Okay, that was pretty weird too. His stunts ceased to thrill him.

When he was approached by the Calcassa family, he jumped at the possibilities and let his mind wander about all those mafia movies he had watched. That was the sort of thrill he lived for! Never mind that it was one of the darkest times for the mafia world, he wanted some thrills, whether he died or not!

Skull was addicted to adrenaline, and even he knew it'd kill him. He wouldn't have it any other way.