[I] Bit Cloud, great fighter. You may be a fighter, but battles are for the
weak. Your life is just to win pointless battles, day after day. My life is
for revenge. The sight of you cowering before me, bruised and beaten is
going to be the best sight I've seen in a while. I will show you the pain I
went through, the misery that I felt as I watched my parents die, saving me
and my sibling, who left me for the life of pointless battles, looking for
a so-called dream to be the best. Why did you do that? I was happy. I was
going to get a Zoid to help my father live his dream. He even built it for
me. That dark, horrible day came too soon for me. You came in, guns
flashing, ready to get my Liger. The sounds of the guns blasting as my
mother ran with my brother, Steel, and me. My father stayed to protect us
as we tried to escape. A scream sounded through the house. It was my
father's. You shot him, leaving him for dead. My mother hid us and attacked
you, but to no avail. You never found my brother, but you found me, sword
unsheathed. I'm the one who gave you that scar. Yes, the scar that is in
your back, and the same sword that you scarred me with. Luckily, you were
too busy with that scar, so I got away with Steel. You made my life a
living hell. Thanks a lot, Bit Cloud, the greatest warrior ever! Why did
you do that to me? You would say, 'It's your father's fault! You were just
in the way.' You would deny it. Good luck with the battles of guilt. Wait
until I find you. You will pay! [/I]
Out in the shadows of an alley in the bar area in town, an assassin walked over to a bar. It was so dark that you couldn't get a good view of the person underneath the black cloak. Inside the bar, the sounds of the angered drunks and pissed off bartenders made sure nobody would hear a conversation.
"Give me the money, beggar. I'm not waiting this time."
The voice was of a cold monster, but it sounded more like a boy's voice instead of a man's. It was still harsh, but young. The man he was talking to was Layon, a man who loved ramen noodles and wanted revenge on Dr. Toro
"I have the money and I have news, my young assassin. I have found him."
The boy's eyes glowed a silver color. He took off his hood to reveal a boy no older than fourteen with short, black hair. He had a long scar running across his cheek. He had on a smile that was colder than his voice.
"Don't lie to me, old man. You know my predicament. So, money and the news first before I give you the noodles and the Zoid."
Layon looked like he was going to collapse when he saw his giant box of holy noodles. He then sat up strait, looking all-powerful in the bar, that night.
"Bit Cloud is in this town, getting ready to go to a Zoid pilot convention. The only way to get in is to bring a Zoid and sign up in the ZBC competition as a team battler. Here's the money. There is a Zoid Shop on the other side of town. Go there to get one."
Layon saw the boy's face shudder at the thought of fighting in those "useless" battles. He then saw him go into a depressed state as he thought about getting into a Zoid. The boy was once a pilot, but left soon after a crash happened and left his left arm cut off and replaced by a robotic one.
"I may hate the Zoid battles, Dr. Layon, but I must not let this get to me. You will help me pick out a Zoid, will you not? If you choose to help me, please come with me."
The boy watched as Layon nodded. With his hood up, he went to face the
world once again, with Layon following him to the black Gustav. He looked back at Layon.
"So, you have decided to work with me, Layon? Good thing too. I would have killed you if you didn't."
The boy laughed darkly, his eyes shining in the dim streetlights. Layon laughed nervously. The boy scared him with more than anybody else did. That child has gone through more trouble than most adults have in their whole life. Layon didn't say anything as he got into the Gustav next to the boy, who twitched as he took the controls and sped off at high speed for the Gustav. Layon looked at him before taking a deep breath.
"Hey, kid, what is your name. I just can't keep calling you boy or kid all the time, now can I?"
He smirked as his cold eyes turn towards the taller man.
"My name is Jaklar, if you want to know so badly. Names don't amount to much on Zi, especially if you're an assassin or mercenary. Just keep the in mind, Layon, before you ask someone his or her name. They may not like it very much if you ask."
He broke out into a cold, high-pitched laugh that made Layon shudder. Jaklar was a strange boy, no doubt, but he was different than most assassins Layon has ever worked with. Jaklar never went for money. He just went to slaughter. The more people Jaklar killed seemed to make him happier. It seemed to Layon that there was somebody who he wanted to kill. Someone that stole something from him, almost like Layon and the wife- stealing bastard Toros. Layon sat back in the seat and sighed. This was going to be a long ride.
Out in the shadows of an alley in the bar area in town, an assassin walked over to a bar. It was so dark that you couldn't get a good view of the person underneath the black cloak. Inside the bar, the sounds of the angered drunks and pissed off bartenders made sure nobody would hear a conversation.
"Give me the money, beggar. I'm not waiting this time."
The voice was of a cold monster, but it sounded more like a boy's voice instead of a man's. It was still harsh, but young. The man he was talking to was Layon, a man who loved ramen noodles and wanted revenge on Dr. Toro
"I have the money and I have news, my young assassin. I have found him."
The boy's eyes glowed a silver color. He took off his hood to reveal a boy no older than fourteen with short, black hair. He had a long scar running across his cheek. He had on a smile that was colder than his voice.
"Don't lie to me, old man. You know my predicament. So, money and the news first before I give you the noodles and the Zoid."
Layon looked like he was going to collapse when he saw his giant box of holy noodles. He then sat up strait, looking all-powerful in the bar, that night.
"Bit Cloud is in this town, getting ready to go to a Zoid pilot convention. The only way to get in is to bring a Zoid and sign up in the ZBC competition as a team battler. Here's the money. There is a Zoid Shop on the other side of town. Go there to get one."
Layon saw the boy's face shudder at the thought of fighting in those "useless" battles. He then saw him go into a depressed state as he thought about getting into a Zoid. The boy was once a pilot, but left soon after a crash happened and left his left arm cut off and replaced by a robotic one.
"I may hate the Zoid battles, Dr. Layon, but I must not let this get to me. You will help me pick out a Zoid, will you not? If you choose to help me, please come with me."
The boy watched as Layon nodded. With his hood up, he went to face the
world once again, with Layon following him to the black Gustav. He looked back at Layon.
"So, you have decided to work with me, Layon? Good thing too. I would have killed you if you didn't."
The boy laughed darkly, his eyes shining in the dim streetlights. Layon laughed nervously. The boy scared him with more than anybody else did. That child has gone through more trouble than most adults have in their whole life. Layon didn't say anything as he got into the Gustav next to the boy, who twitched as he took the controls and sped off at high speed for the Gustav. Layon looked at him before taking a deep breath.
"Hey, kid, what is your name. I just can't keep calling you boy or kid all the time, now can I?"
He smirked as his cold eyes turn towards the taller man.
"My name is Jaklar, if you want to know so badly. Names don't amount to much on Zi, especially if you're an assassin or mercenary. Just keep the in mind, Layon, before you ask someone his or her name. They may not like it very much if you ask."
He broke out into a cold, high-pitched laugh that made Layon shudder. Jaklar was a strange boy, no doubt, but he was different than most assassins Layon has ever worked with. Jaklar never went for money. He just went to slaughter. The more people Jaklar killed seemed to make him happier. It seemed to Layon that there was somebody who he wanted to kill. Someone that stole something from him, almost like Layon and the wife- stealing bastard Toros. Layon sat back in the seat and sighed. This was going to be a long ride.