Chapter 4
(A/N. It has been 5
years since Adam has run away from South Figaro. He is currently working in a small port town, doing assorted
things to make money. He has also
undergone a change of name, to further distance himself from his previous life.)
"Hey Clyde, we've got another shipment of fish coming in
today. The boys were sayin' this is one
of the best years for fishing that they've ever seen, so I'm gonna have to ask
ya to stay later today. Okay?" Said the man who was supervising Clyde, as
well as other men as they unload fish from the cargo hold of a ship.
"What about the other men?
Why just me?"
"Are you in or not?"
"You know me Mr. Wallace, as long as you have the money."
"I'm counting on it Clyde."
Said Mr. Wallace as he walked away.
"Hey guys." Asked
Clyde. "Do any of you guys know what's
up with Mr. Wallace?"
"Listen Clyde." Said
Mark, one of the workers that Clyde knows well. "I've been working for this guy, jeez, for over 10 years. Never once has he seemed entirely rational
to me. I think the same can be said for
everyone here." Everyone smiled,
chuckled a bit and nodded their heads.
"Don't let it get to you. Hey,
the hold is empty. We're done."
"I thought it would take us much longer than this." Said Clyde.
"Nah, not this year.
Fishing has been horrible for the past 4 months or so." Replied Mark.
"But, Mr. Wallace said tha. . "
"Hey I've got an idea!
Let's Get Drunk!" Yelled out one
of the workers, interrupting Clyde.
Clyde was unable to finish as the workers ran out. Clyde decided to follow, as he knew that the
next ship didn't arrive for a few hours.
~*~*~
"Hey Clyde!" Said
Mark who was already drunk after 15 minutes.
"Me and the boys were talkin'.
What's the worst thing you've ever done?" As Mark pointed to him, he fell of his
stool. "I hate floors! Why do they have to hurt so much?" Mark go on his knees and started punching
the floor with all he could muster.
"The worst thing I have ever done. Lemme think." Clyde was
slightly buzzed, not even enough to affect his speech. "There was this one time, these guys tried
to arrest *me*. So, I hung one
of them from a tree. Took his gun and
shot the other guy right through his face."
Clyde put down his mug and looked over.
All the workers were staring blankly at him. *Oh shit, what did I just say!
Oh Damn! Fuck! Fuck! Shit Fuck!* All of a sudden, they all started laughing uncontrollably.
"Damn you Clyde. You
made me loose the beer that was in my mouth!"
Said one of the guys.
"Yeah Clyde, how'd you come up with that so fast?" Asked Mark.
"Must be the liquor talking'." Said Clyde.
"To Liquor!" Someone
yelled as he raised his glass. Clyde
raised his glass, then he put it down.
"Shit, I'm buzzed.
I'd better go walk it off. I'll
see you guys later. Don't get too
drunk." All the guys were yelling out
drunken goodbyes as Clyde took his coat of the rack, and left the bar. The wind was brisk and it was quite chilly
as dusk set in, so Clyde zipped up his coat.
He almost decided to go home, but instead started to walk to the port to
wait for the shipment to arrive. About
2/3 of his way to the port he saw some people fighting. As he ran closer he saw they weren't
fighting, but it was 2 men trying to rape a woman. "Hey!" Clyde yelled out. The two men paid no attention to him. Clyde then ran as fast as he could and
tackled one of them down, unloading with everything he could get out of his two
fists. Clyde then looked behind and saw
the other man just bringing a knife towards his face. Clyde grabbed his arm, rolled backwards into a standing position
and then brought the knife into the man's own chest. But Clyde noticed something when the knife came out of the body,
and when there was no blood. It was a
toy knife that goes into the handle.
"Congratulations Clyde, you acted just as I thought you
would." Clyde heard the voice of Mr.
Wallace, but he couldn't identify where it was coming from. "Hey Clyde, I'm over here." Clyde looked around and saw a hand at the
edge of the port. He ran over and saw
Mr. Wallace in a 2 person motorboat. "I
know about your past Clyde, you proved it to me over there. You have the killers instinct, and I need
you." Clyde seemed to have no
objections as he jumped into the boat and the two sped off.
~*~*~
Clyde and Mr. Wallace have been on the boat for several
hours, and it is the middle of the night.
"So, that's what you want me to do? Enter that building and kill Geston?" Said Clyde.
"It's Ghestal, and take this seriously, the man is the
emperor of the Magi-Tek Empire for godsake."
"Why do you want me to kill him,
exactly?" Asked Clyde.
"It's a long reason, but I'll try to make it short. 4 months ago my brother and his fiancé took
a ride out on my pleasure boat, they were celebrating their engagement. They said they'd be back in an hour, but it
had been over 2 hours and I began to worry.
I went out to look for them. I
came across the boat that I lent them, it was in shards, and I saw a boat
loaded with Magi-Tek armor leaving the scene.
My brother was killed, and his fiancé wasn't found. Half of her body was washed up on shore 4
days later."
"So, revenge is the name of the game." Said Clyde.
"Exactly" said Mr. Wallace, who was picking something up
from behind him. "I want you to wear
this, it should help keep you concealed better than what you're wearing
now." He threw something over at
Clyde. Clyde picked it up to see that
it is a back ninja suit, which conceals the body from head to toe. The boat made it's way to the shore, and
Clyde got out, and started towards the Empire.
