Name: Sirhan Dogen
Vehicle: Groomer's Van (Hounds are an indispensable part of warfare, and their groomers are no exception. That is why Dogen plans on competing by 'persuading' Anubis' groomer to allow him and his service dog ride shotgun in his van as he drives around the battlefield.)
Vehicle Armor: 4/5 (Dogen would never in a million years allow anyone without a respectable, sturdy vehicle care for his loyal partner.)
Vehicle Speed: 2/5 (Quickness leads to haste, haste leads to folly, and folly leads to failure. Often the most successful jobs are completed through waiting, gauging the moment, and striking when the time is right. If you value your life, then you had best remember this.)
Vehicle Handling: Very Tight (It would be in that groomer's best interest to operate his van with optimal precision or things may get… unpleasant.)
Special Weapon: 4/5 ("Dog Whistle"- Dogs are wonderful creatures, aren't they? Always willing to put their life on the line for their master. Not to mention, there are so many different varieties: big dogs, little dogs, fat dogs, skinny dogs… dogs that can quickly turn you and your family into dog food with a single finger snap.)
Bio: *Grrr! Woof woof!* Down, Anubis. We don't want to frighten our guest… yet. Hello, I am Sirhan Dogen, a humble assassin, and this is my loyal service dog, Anubis. What's that? You think that it's strange to see a blind assassin? Keh heh. Don't let your eyes deceive you, for that same thinking has led to many a swift, painful death. While it is true that I lack vision, I am always well-informed about many things- such as how our world has been twisted and warped to fit the needs of a corrupt television host. That's why I've been hired by a few concerned people to make sure that things don't stay that way for long. But with this completion, getting close to the man will be rather easy. Isn't that right, Anubis? Keh heh heh…
As Kristoph sits on a bench engrossed in his favorite novel, Crime and Punishment, he is snapped out of his reading by the sound of a bell ringing, followed by a low growl. And when the host of Debauched Steel looks up, he is greeted by the sight of Dogen giving him a sinister, toothy grin and Anubis.
"Hello, Mr. Gavin. Sorry to interrupt your reading. Patient, meticulous men such as us treasure our hobbies, after all." Dogen comments as he strokes the top of Anubis' head.
"Yes, even from my lonely cell I heard about your work with wood carving." Kristoph replied with a warm smile as he stood up. "And from what I've heard, you had surprising skill for one with your condition."
"All that is required to become a master of something is time; something that you have an abundance of in prison, as you yourself should know."
"Yes, and as much as I'd love to continue this conversation, Mr. Dogen, I'm a busy man. So please state your wish." Kristoph's grin morphs into a glare as he crosses his arms. "… Oh, and if you try to kill me, I will not hesitate to strike you down."
"Mr. Gavin, how you overestimate me. How could a frail, blind man such as I even hope to harm a reality-bending being such as you?"
"You're an infamous assassin; I'm a disliked television host that has conquered the planet. So with that in mind, it's not hard to imagine you trying some kind of tactic to end my life; which is why I had the foresight to have you searched for any possible weapons before the competition started." Kristoph states.
"Well, your search was for naught, Mr. Gavin, for my wish is not for your harm. No, I just wish for you to allow Anubis to perform a trick for you."
"A trick?" Kristoph cocks his head in confusion and shoots Dogen a perplexed look. "As in 'sit' or 'play dead'? …What's your angle?"
"None, Mr. Gavin. You see, Anubis is a social creature and loves to perform; but alas, people get scared and wish to stay away from him, causing him to become rather melancholy." Dogen states, gesturing to Anubis who is now lying on the ground with his face buried in his paws.
Kristoph's disposition lightens as he smiles at Dogen. "Fine. I'll humor you and watch your dog's trick."
"Thank you, Mr. Gavin. This will be a trick that you shan't soon forget. Keh heh heh…" Dogen chuckles as a sinister, toothy grin spreads across his face. "Anubis, shake."
Following his master's order, Anubis, with a guttural growl, bites Kristoph's right hand. Though instead of panic like most people would if they found themselves in this sort of situation, Kristoph lets out a sinister snicker and snaps his fingers with his free hand, causing Anubis' neck to break with a loud crunch as the black dog lets out a yelp with its final breath.
A look of shock forms on Dogen's face. "A-Anubis…?"
Kristoph removes Anubis' jaw from his limp hand, allowing the dog's limp corpse to fall to the ground, as he shakes his head and sneers. "Dogen, Dogen, Dogen… Did you really think that I would be so careless as to not do my homework?" Kristoph condescendingly asks as he snaps his fingers, resulting in his right hand being fully healed. "I've known from the very start that Anubis has always been one of your primary weapons, so I simply pretending to act naïve as I braced myself for an attack."
"But if you knew that, why didn't you just muzzle Anubis at the start of the competition? You didn't have to kill my loyal guide dog!?" Dogen snaps.
"Because this way is much more entertaining… at least for me." Kristoph whimsically replies as he push his glasses up, a scowl forming as the light from the reddish sky reflects off of his spectacles, giving the host of Debauched Steel a more sinister presence. "However, now that I've had my fun, you are no longer needed, Mr. Dogen. Goodbye."
Kristoph snaps his fingers, reducing Dogen to a pile of ashes that is quickly blown away by a passing breeze.
Kristoph turns and grins to the camera. "Well, it seems that the winner of the competition has expired. But you know the old saying, dear viewers: the show must go on; and indeed it shall. That's why I'm going to make an exception to this episode and give the wish to the runner-up."
Kristoph snaps his fingers, causing the second place contestant to appear before him in a puff of smoke- the one and only Shelly de Killer.
"Congratulations, John Doe, on winning Debauched Steel. What is your-" Kristoph is stopped mid-sentence as Shelly, without saying a single word, pulls out a pistol and fires a single bullet straight into the deranged television host's heart, killing him instantly as his corpse falls to the ground.
"That." Shelly nonchalantly states as he slips his pistol back into his pocket, approaches Kristoph's corpse, and places one of his infamous calling cards on his latest victim's body.
With his job completed, Shelly calmly walks away from the area; leaving Kristoph's cameraman in a state of dumfounded shock, still filming his employer's fresh corpse as he himself stares at it, before regaining his senses and pushing a button on his camera, causing a picture of Kristoph in his deranged breakdown pose, against a solid grey background, with a caption underneath it that reads 'WE ARE CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES…' to appear on screen for the viewers at home.
A/N: I would like to thank Aeliren85 for submitting the idea for this chapter.
