In a dark room, light only by one ceiling light, a fat man sat, dressed in
a white tuxedo suit, his chubby face ever so plump, and his mustache,
trimmed and thin. His eyes glanced around the room, where a few men dressed
in black suits stood around the crimson rug. Tapping rapidly on his desk,
he took a deep sigh, shaking his head.
"It is like I said boss, the entire gang was slaughtered, and it was a gattling gun that did this despicable murder." One of the men reported, but all flinched, at the slamming sound of the boss's fist to the desk, a low growl made each shiver in their knees.
"This is the second time that Fae has escaped our clutches. There is no other choice." He responded. "I shall send the Legendary Outlaws to take care of this."
Gasps were heard from around, as one took a step forward, standing ever so defying to the bosses orders.
"The Legendary Outlaws, you're placing this in the hands of the worst men around! You're insane!!" The man yelled, raising fist, shaking it at the boss.
"I concur, they are better assassins then they are bounty hunters." Another complied.
The boss only slammed his palms flat sprawled on the desk; teeth clenched together, eyebrows ever so slanted down in anger.
"ENOUGH, there shall be no debating. They are on there way here and you fools best keep your mouths shut, or else. !!" The bossed shouted angrily, the men around him cowering before him.
"You best not screw up anymore, remember, my masters don't want excuses." Came the voice near the boss, but not one of his own men.
"Why you little-" The boss growled, standing up, reaching for his gun.
"I wouldn't try if I were you, remember, kill me and your market is not getting our supplies, or top of the quality guns." He responded mockingly.
The boss only growled, throwing the gun down to the ground, clenching his fist, holding his anger back from exploding onto the annoying twerp that was mocking him, he knew his only chance of even remaining where he was would be to just keep himself from becoming killed by the threat.
***
In the streets of Ronsdale, near the already demolished hotel filled with bullet holes and dead bodies sprawled all around the area, Draco shook his head, glancing around the ever so wrecked area, with the cars nothing more then cottage cheese with all the bullet holes left within them.
"Think this is the work of Ryu?" Lecha asked, walking over to him.
"Pah, not a chance, he has no weapon capable of dishing out bullets this rapid, or this deadly." He reported, looking over the damaged cars and the dead men.
"So who do you think this is, a friend or foe to them?" Lecha asked, walking closer to him.
"Hell if I know, but it looks like were late, they escaped, and perhaps by now at the nearest town." He said, with a sigh.
"Forget it, it is an hour drive, and the Scorpion Thugs are gonna ambush us if we do. Right now, our only option is to stay here, for the time being, tomorrow we set out." She replied, stretching her hands behind her back.
Draco looked to the hotel, shaking his head, with the condition it was in, it was more then obvious that the Hotel was out of order. With a sudden movement, he turned around, eyes narrowed, and a frustrated frown that Lecha immediately followed glancing to where he was staring towards.
Three men, dressed in long black leather jackets, each holding a shotgun in their hands, aimed towards Draco.
"Must be the lucky day, Draco 'Hundred Kills' Carter, wanted for hundreds of murders, fifty armed robberies, twenty-four counts of destruction of property, and an unknown account of reckless acts, your worth a lot of money, dead or alive, twenty million, now there's one hefty price, boys, kill him!" The main man yelled.
In the flash of an eye, three shots were fired, accurate; they hit dead on in the heads of the bounty hunters, a hole left within their foreheads. They fell to the ground immediately, Draco standing there, with his gun in his hand, a triple six insignia marked along the indigo tainted paint.
"Fools, you're going to have to do better then that." He calmly said.
Lecha brought her gun into place, aiming directly for the up to the roof, making a clean shot upon the sniper that hung at the top of the roof. The sniper fell from the top landing head first on the ground, his skull split open, blood trickled out onto the sand, the dark red liquid drying fast on the sun heated sand.
"Bounty hunters, why the hell did it have to be bounty hunters?" He complained, running directly to the inside of the nearest house. He rushed through, pushing any piece of furniture that was in his path, shoving chairs down, and tables over to the ground, vases and antiques shattered loudly.
Rushing up the stairs, he reached the second floor, running wildly to the top. Lecha though, took a different path, running between alleyways, bounty hunters pursuing her from behind, she broke into the back door, shots fired upon the door she had broke open. Running fast, she broke open the door, stopping suddenly as six bounty hunters aimed their guns directly at her. Gulping nervously, she took a large step back, the hunter's fingers slowly pulling the trigger back; they shot her a smirk happily ready to take her down.
"Damn it Lecha!!" Draco yelled loudly, firing several shots down, each taking down six of the bounty hunters, as his empty gun shells dropped down to the ground.
Lecha took a deep breath of relief, but her rest was cut short, as a loud roaring engine of an automobile, the revving engine drawing closer and closer, two men hanging out the window, opening fire upon Lecha, who jumped inside, sidling against the wall, opening her chamber, clenching her teeth ever so tightly.
Draco swiftly rolled a few feet back, laying flat along the rooftop, breathing slowly, knowing he was an easy target for hunters above.
"You bastards really are asking for it!?" She yelled out loud, grabbing the crimson red colored ammo casing, loading them in the slots, she locked the gun up, quickly turning to face the car, grasping her gun ever so tightly, she aimed and fired, the back of the car exploding as the shots hit the back of the car hard, the car becoming a mass of flames, as the bounty hunters jumped out of the car rolling along the ground, dousing the fire that was burning them.
They screamed, still rolling, as Lecha slowly stepped outside, glancing around the area. Slowly a desperado dressed hunter with along a large sombrero and two Uzi guns, as he glanced towards Lecha with ever so narrowed eyes.
"Well, little lady, time you gave up, Draco is coming with us dead, and there is nothing you can do to protect him." He mocked, as he fired away, Lecha making a run for it to the nearest evasive point around.
"Time to finish this!" From above, Draco jumped down, as he landed with a roll, facing sideways towards his opponent, his gun grasped in his left hand, aimed at him from behind his back, he took one shot, reflecting it off a metal decoration restrained to the wall.
The bullet zipped through both of the Uzi's, blowing a huge hole between both of the Uzi's, he made a second shot, the bullet striking him dead on in the heart, the hunter grasped his heart, falling to the ground dead.
"Draco, not to burst the bubble, but this town has been quiet, especially considering the Fae was here, and I doubt that all of the townsfolk's would run out like this just because of a small incident such as this." Lecha mentioned, looking at the deserted town.
"There hiding, you think just because of a gunfight and a wanted man like me comes to town, everyone is going to just run for their life?" He asked arrogantly.
"Hmm, let me think.YES!!" She shouted, as Draco falling to the ground wide eyed.
"Give me a break, I bet there hiding somewhere, time we made a visit to the mayor!" He replied, trotting off, Lecha running behind.
"There he is, shoot him, kill him!!" More bounty hunters ran out, dressed in styles of leather jackets, blue jeans, and boots of leather.
Each fired at the outlaw, who ran avoiding each shot, Lecha in his arms, hugged tightly to his front side; he continued to run to the only defense point around.
"Draco, your-"
"Shut up, your hid ain't getting risked you know."
Jumping behind the area of cover, the two breathed heavily, as bullets repeatedly continued smashing against the external metal plated deck. Draco looked to Lecha, his eyes looking to her back pack, spotting the explosive rounds.
"Just how accurate of a shot can you make with the explosive rounds?"
"What!? You don't mean-"
"We have no other choice, there is around twenty men around, and we ain't getting out of this alive, we have to hit them large scale."
"And ruined peoples lives, your out of your damn mind!?"
"You have a better idea!?"
"Well. I. "
"You don't, remember, your experience in battle is nothing compared to mine, in the mists of one, you are more in panic, your adrenaline already is in its highest heat, and your blood gushing through your veins with no trace of slowing down, I though have the experience that equals the soldier who survives his battles, because he has knowledge of his errors, scars that remind them of their own flaws, and serve as a lesson for someone to think their actions thoroughly though, that is what I have learned from my days of gun slinging, and that is why you have survived through these years, because I have bailed you out. Now, when I say so, take action and fire away." He finished, as he remained silent, listening to the bullets flying around.
"NOW!!" He yelled, as Lecha moved up, and fired several rounds to the left and right around the base of the hunter's feet, the loud explosion echoed throughout the town, and force given off sent the bounty hunters flying in every direction, as they landed with an unwelcoming thud on the ground.
The gunfire halted, as Draco glanced up, seeing every one of the reckless hunters laying on the ground, bleeding, each either dead or unconscious. Silence filled the town, Draco slowly stepped out in the open, glancing around.
"Lecha, time we had a word with the mayor." He said, walking off toward the huge and very well designed building that stood out greatly from the town.
***
The chubby grassrunner was shoved against the wall forcefully, his eyes glowing in terror, as he gazed towards the angered outlaw, who stepped forth, grabbing him by the collar.
"P-p-please, d-don't kill me, I-I'm begging you, d-d-don't kill me, I-I'll give you anything, a-anything." He sobbed, shivering in fear.
"Shut the fuck up you damn coward, I'm not going to kill you, I'm just going to blow your brains, blow them right the hell out of your head." Draco yelled violently, as he placed the gun to his head.
The grassrunner only closed his eyes, pouting in fear. An arm clasped Draco softly, he did not moved, he only kept his glaze on the mayor.
"Draco, we should hear him out, you have no right to kill him, he deserves a right to explain himself, give him a chance." Lecha begged desperately.
Slowly he lowered his gun, and dropped the mayor to the ground, his eyes closed, and his grin only could be known as one of deep regret and struggling resistance.
"Fine, but only for your sake, considering you're the only person I trust now. " He said, walking over to his desk, and taking a seat on it.
"Draco. please spare this town, we didn't have a choice, considering already that hotel incident, we were caught in a deep scarce, and we haven't had any new folks around here since that incident. Then when we heard about what happened with you in Scias, well. "
"You thought you could hire some bounty hunters and set a trap for me, while you townsfolk's were in shelter from the blazing bullets. give me a break. I should kill you for doing that. " He replied still angry.
"Draco. of all things, he wasn't finished. stop being so damn rational." Lecha commented, glancing with a scowled frown.
"Actually Draco, quite the opposite, they came to us." the mayor replied calmly.
The mayor closed his eyes taking a deep sigh, he remembered what happened only this morning.
"Listen mayor, Draco 'Hundred Kills' is heading this way, and were planning on getting him." The bounty hunter said, holding his rifle, a few others standing around him
"Get out of this town, we don't need another gun fight, especially with that notorious outlaw, this town will be hexed in its reputation!" He barked back.
"I don't need to remind you what happen when the black market came here, now, unless you want to be responsible for a few deaths because you didn't warn the people first hand, then you're guilt will kill you, your soft, just like many. "
***
"I had no other choice, for the people's sake, I ordered them to hide, until all was safe... " He muttered ever so sadly.
"If you think I will show mercy, get bent, but unless you want to live, I want a clean answer, which direction did a blue haired peacemaker and a blond go?" Draco demanded ever so cocky.
"Peacemaker. that bastard and that trouble maker of a woren headed out, with a truck on their tail, possibly to Flome, since that is the closest town, about west of here, a hour long ride though." He explained, with a deep sigh.
"Then that's where I'm going, Lecha, our work here is done, next stop, Flome, and I don't care if the Scorpion Thugs try and stop us, I will take them out." He replied, glancing narrowed eyed towards Lecha, who sighed, knowing talking him out was nearly impossible, he was more hard headed then perhaps any woren who was ready to engage in a fight.
"Your call. " She replied, shaking her head, as she followed behind him, walking out of the building.
***
"I leave you two alone for only a few seconds and this is how you act!?" Nina scowled, as she bent over, with an apple red face, and aggravated emotions in her eyes and lips.
Ryu and Wes remained on the ground, paralyzed as they both struggled to try and stand. Nina perhaps had came at the worst possible time, finding the two arguing and as usual taking action, this time casting a paralyze spell on both, now the two were forced to hear the ever so evil and mad side of cut and innocent Fae known as Nina.
"Damn it Nina, this isn't funny!?" Ryu yelled, as Wes only growled.
"You're one to talk; it was YOU that started the argument!!" Wes spat back.
"Cut the crap Wes, you have already made yourself a vermin, why don't you tell us just what you did to get this town to hate you?" Ryu arrogantly asked.
"Oh, just because I am a woren, you decide to blame me, blame the friggin woren!?" He muttered ever so annoyed.
"Shut up about me being racist, you have cause problems here, it is more then obvious." Ryu shouted, still trying to move.
"Ryu, how could he cause trouble this quick anyhow?" Nina asked, walking ever so slowly over, as she knelt over to him.
"Why don't you ask him, I wasn't allowed a room in the building after I mentioned a woren would be joining us!" He replied, giving a scowling glance to the woren.
"Jeez, and you think it was me?" Wes asked, snorted in disgust.
"She also asked if he carried a coffin, to which I replied yes, and then she told me to beat it and get the hell out of town, so just what in the hell did you do to get this town in an uproar!?" Ryu yelled, a few onlookers watching them, already attracted by the two arguing, and some laughing at the fact that the two couldn't move.
"Okay, yes, I did flirt with a girl, after giving her a pickup line. then she punched me." He replied, and then glanced to Nina. "Now could you please set us free, we need to move again."
"Sorry, but I am not the one who decides that. " Nina then glanced to the crowd of onlookers. "Hey people, should I let them go?"
Many shouted numerous answers, some yes, some no, some just plain out stupid, but Nina had planed to let them both go, she just wanted to have some fun with them, even if it was embarrassment, they would understand, at least she hoped they would. She then cast the release spell, as the two sprung back onto their feet, glancing to her.
"Now you two kiss and make up." Nina said, with a smile, Wes and Ryu only stood, blinking with uncertainty.
Glancing to each other, the two immediately looked away, muttering'blah' as they did.
"Geez, I guess she is a dumb blond with the way she is speaking." Wes deliberately commented, to which Nina frowned at, her face slowly became beet red, and her fist clenched.
"Wes, you do know she-"
"So what if she did, she seems to think were kids, what a load of-"
Wes was cut short; Nina smacked him hard in the face with her silver staff, a large bump forming on his head, as he glanced to her displeased.
"Call me a dumb blond will you?" She screamed, panting as she glanced with wide angry eyes at him.
"Nina, think about what you said. 'Kiss and make up' sound right to you?" Ryu interrupted, as he crossed his arms, looking to her.
"What do you. oh. hehe. guess I am a bit stupid." She replied, blushing ever so red, her free hand on top of her head.
"Now hold it right there!"
The two stopped, gazing over to a gray beard man, wearing a white suit, and a black tie, with a blue collared T-shirt underneath. His face had a few wrinkles, under his eyes and his forehead, his gray eyebrows almost thicker then his own short trimmed beard. Ryu already could tell this man was the mayor, not just by how he dressed, but also by how the crowd had cleared a path, letting the man walk into the front. The old man glanced to them with a welcoming smile, but he then glanced to the woren, narrowing his eyes, and a large frown curled onto his face.
Wes only smiled, slowly sidestepping away, before turning to run. He was stopped short, as two men, on a black skin man, with a bald head, who while only a few inches shorter then the woren, still looked just as strong, the other, a bulked armadillo, who snorted, glancing down to the woren. Both wore a black suit with the usual black tie, their shoes oddly were loafers, and with sunglasses cloaking their eyes, making them ever so uneasy to judge, they were not a pleasant sight to anyone that perhaps was their enemy.
Only gave them an innocent toothy smile, his eyes closed as if he was trying to look innocent, scratching his head lightly.
"Um. don't mind me I was just-"
The big ox punched the woren in the gut, Wes falling to his knees, gasping for air. The two grabbed him by the arms, restraining him, as they carried him over to the mayor.
"I guess were about to find out just what he did to piss everyone in town off." Ryu whispered to Nina in a calm voice.
"I feel kind of sad for embarrassing him." She replied sadly, looking to the ground.
"Why, he did the same when he touched your rump, only nobody seemed to watch, he deserved that, but now... " Ryu said nothing more, he eagerly awaited to see just what the woren had done to anger the mayor so much that the whole town perhaps was against him.
"Woren, or should I say Wes, as that is your name, you have some nerve for doing what you did to my did to my daughter in the bar." The Mayor said with a hiss, grabbing the woren by the jaw.
"Guest or not, I still show respect, but keep this in mind, if you EVER lay that damn tail on my daughters leg again, hell, I wont only skin you, but I will mount your head to my wall.understand!!" He hissed into the woren's face, Wes only cringing from the ever so bad breath.
"Good, now don't you dare lay your hand, your tail or any part of your body on my daughter, understand!?" He said with great anger.
Wes nodded, as the men dropped him down. The mayor only huffed, glancing over to Ryu.
"Peacemaker, sorry for the mishap, or any inconvenience, this friend of yours though best stop hitting on every pretty face he spots, or else he is going to end up dead, now folks, enjoy your stay around here, and woren, remember what's gonna happen if I catch you anywhere near my daughter, and you dare touch her." He remarked, moving his index finger across his throat, afterwards turning around and walking away.
Wes stood to his feet, giving an ever so obscene gesture to the mayor, panting in anger.
"So, you hit on the mayors daughter!?" Ryu and Nina stood over, glancing with snake eyes to the ever so disgruntled woren.
"Bite me, it is none of your damn problems anyway, so just leave me be." He said, standing up, and shoving through them, as he walked away from them, grabbing his coffin that was laid on the ground when Nina cast a paralyzing spell on him.
"Why did it have to be the mayors daughter, god damn it, of all things, I never have any luck with women these days!" He grumbled to himself.
***
'Green Sleeves Saloon', one of the ever so well kept old time taverns, with its polished wooden floor, the well crafted tables and well arranged tables. The large assortment of liquors in the background could be considered the largest arrangement of liquors ever to be served in at least a bar. Sitting around the counter, a girl perhaps in her mid twenties, having long pink hair tied up into a pony tail, she wore a short skirt, white around the upper area, and blue around the bottom. Her eyes closed, as she drank her soda pop through a white straw, her face remained calmed and pleasant.
"Hey baby." She glanced over with her calm chestnut brown eyes over to the huge woren that towered over her, as he took a seat next to her.
"If beauty were an hour. you'd be a second.so what you say you and me get a room together." Her eyes widened, as she felt something furry wrapped around her legs.
Slowly, she looked to her, teeth clenched and eyes wide, her brows facing down in anger, as she panted, stepping on his foot with her heal, the woren yelped in pain, releasing his tail from her leg, as he fell to the ground, clamping his foot, as she kicked him in the side several times, before walking out, the woren only whining from the pain he endured.
"Pervert!!" The girl muttered, walking out of the door.
Slowly, Wes stood to his feet, rubbing his foot, but stopped, as he looked around, everyone gazing at him with dark eyes, ready to almost tear him apart limb from limb.
"What the hell is all of your problems!?" He muttered, walking out of the saloon, shaking his head.
"Geez, not like they haven't seen a swinger before, so why the hell are they so uptight?"
***
"Well, at least that explains why they were so cold eyed on me."
Ryu watched as the woren walked off, shaking his head, but then walked back in to the hotel, being that they were in front of it since the three decided to meet back there after splitting up. He stopped short, glancing down at Nina, then at the mayor, who seemed rather calm. Indeed this wasn't something that Ryu could accept, but the last town they were in was no problems, and even the peacemaker division seemed calmer when he brought her along.
"Earth to Ryu, are you going to stand there all day?" Ryu turned to her, and then glanced to the mayor, giving a sad sigh.
Nina tilted her head, her eyes opened and confused.
"Something wrong Ryu?" She asked calmly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Ryu shook his head, glancing around the ever so normal town, somehow, everyone seemed calm, like there wasn't a threat. Walking inside the inn, he strolled over to the counter, once more clarifying for a room, and this time getting one. They walked up the
"Well, when we first met, the town wanted you out a.s.a.p. and yet, this town and Ronsdale seem to welcome you." Ryu commented, as the two walked over and into their room, Ryu walking over to the couch.
"So you think this could be a trap?" Nina asked uneasy.
"Wouldn't be surprised, but for now, let's get a room, cause I at least would like a break. " He said, stretching his arms out as he yawned, falling down flat on the couch, sighing with exhaustion.
"Tired are we?"
"With all this hell, who wouldn't, but for now, I should rest while I have a chance." He said, stretching his arms out, yawning as he did. "Still, I wonder what they are planning to do next?" He said silently to himself, looking up at the ceiling.
***
The doors opened slowly, a loud creaking echoed throughout the large room, several cowboy dressed men walked in, hauling rifles over their shoulders, they walked up in the center of the room, the man in the chair glancing to them, with an ever so frowning face as he laid eyes upon the thugs.
"Gentlemen, scumbags, brutes, whatever the hell you're defined as, I have called you here with an offer I doubt you will refuse. Your target to kill is a top ranking peacemaker, as for the Fae, I want her alive, or else. you can the reward." He said ever so raspy.
The men were dressed in clothing almost easily ripped off of a western movie set, but these guys had a few additions, with the exception of a few of them wearing masks, or something that concealed their face. One a hockey mask, another with strips of clothing around his face like a mummy; the rest though wore either a bandana or scarf over their mouths and glasses with tinted shades to conceal their eyes.
"Just what the hell is our reward if we do help you out?" One of them demanded angrily.
"Yeah, just how much you pay 'in us?" Another demanded.
"An amount worthy, considering it is an easy task, the sum of around fifty thousand dollars to each of you is the reward. if you complete this task flawlessly, otherwise. " He looked to each of them slowly, a grim smile formed from his lips.
"Spare us the details, we aren't crack heads like your flunkies, just have that money ready when we return. then the Fae is yours." The one in the hockey masked replied, turning around as he walked out, the others following him closely behind, the doors slamming shut from behind them.
"Fifty thousand dollars, your either slick or stupid, we don't have enough money to even pay them right now, what good is it to offer them so much in vain." One of them whined.
"Bah, it is no problem, once we have the Fae, our buyers will pay our price, remember, their desperate for the girl, but to soil their hands. well, that's why we were hired. to get the girl for their own sake, hahahaha!" he replied, laughing loudly.
"And yet you haven't got your ass up and tried to finish the job yourself, how pitiful, the mastermind of the black market, sending others to do his own dirty work, your nothing but a damned coward." The wise cracking smart ass always replied rudely.
"Shut the hell up, I didn't ask for your damn opinion, and you bastards better fork over that payment, remember, don't double cross us, got it!?" The boss yelled, slamming his fists on the table.
The man only laughed, giving a smug smile to the boss.
"You're the ones capable of double crossing, we are honest in dealings, as long as you don't rat us out, we won't have to run this little crime consortium down into the ground, is that understood?" The wise cracker snapped, only this time the boss sighed deeply.
"Do I look that stupid to you, considering I am boss of this place, rather then a lowly little guinea pig like you?" He responded, each of the seven men around ohhhing at how their bossed had just whored the smart ass.
"I guess you aren't as stupid as you look, but don't get so cocky, until the Fae is in this room, then you will get your money. remember the council is not one that allows someone to take their time, your deadline is already overdue." He replied.
"They should be patient, they know full well the Fae's are highly skilled in magic. chances are that Peacemaker is getting help from her. unless the brass has a better idea of capturing her, then tell them to send it to me!" The boss demanded crossing his arms, a cruel smug curled on his lips.
"Geez, I'm just warning you, the council is getting very angry with these failures, they won't tolerate them any longer, best get the job done, if those outlaws screw up, you're going to have to capture the Fae yourself, I cannot do anything else to help you. I have pulled every string I can, but your in over your neck, failure is not anymore an option, I suggest you get ready, cause knowing anything; those outlaws. are no match for the Fae, nor her guard. " The figure mentioned solemnly, giving a toothy smiled to the boss.
***
Wes sat in the ever so calm bar, sitting at the counter, his right elbow on the bar stand, his left hand grasping the ale filled mug, sipping the alcohol down slowly. He didn't drink often, but it was his only way to at least forget some of the past. He didn't feel pity for any trouble he brought to anyone, to him it was just a way of life. He always was known for trouble, at least when it came to flirting, he always came on strong because that was just how he was, a hopeless flirt who wanted girls for sex.
Though he somehow went to far when he touched them in many places, perhaps it was true as the sayings went, 'curiosity killed the cat', but in this case, it injured Wes. The bartender, a chubby short trim bearded man wearing a white short sleeved shirt, an apron on the front possibly to cover his cloths, his brown almond eyes glanced down to the woren, as he walked over, couching on purpose to attract the woren's attention.
"Don't tell me an sexual predator like you is all bent out of shape because of being caught by the two thugs. then again, you were let off easy, last scoundrel who touched the mayors daughter was hung only two hours after he tried to rape her, you. well, guess the guy's a bit soft, people these days are up for either Dimmsdale, Hwang San, or Mandrel, we don't get many customers around her compared to the old days." The bartender said, the woren only leaning his head closer to the table, letting go of his mug, groaning in despair, he glimpsed up with an exasperated grin, staring straight into the bartenders eyes.
"Listen chubby, unless you have a clue where the hell the Black Market is, then just shut up, and find someone else to rabble to." Wes snapped ignorantly back.
The bartender only grabbed the mug, lifting it over Wes own head, dumping the entire cup of ale onto the woren's greasy golden hair, Wes sprang immediately up, thrashing at the now ale soaked hair that he had, trying to get the ale that hadn't been absorbed by his strings of hair off.
"If you don't have something nice to say to the bartender, then get the hall out, I don't need your kind here giving me a lip load, so scram!" The bartender bellowed, Wes looking to him, a grim glance within his eyes, as he lifted both of his hands up, giving the finger to the tender before walking to the exit, taking the huge coffin with him, he took out his sunglasses, still walking to where his main destination was.
"Every bar in any town, the guys just try and make conversation. but none have damn clue to where the hell the black market is. just my luck." He muttered to himself, taking out a cigar, along with a lighter, flipping the switch until a small but still dancing orange ember of flame swirled, lighting the wrapped strips of tobacco that were within the cigar.
He took a deep puff, feeling the ever so soothing vibes flow through his brain, easing the pain, the sadness, the depression. No matter how hard he tried drinking, he always ended up awake in an alleyway, his face covered with vomit, and a very bad hangover. He smoked for around ten months, always buying cigars, never the cigarettes; those to him were both weak and pathetic. He then took up smoking the next thing in line, since then he had been a free-lance mercenary, working jobs of taking out bandits, and the usual bounty hunts. All for money, and for a box of sweet cigars, the best thing he ever had put in his mouth.
"Better get back to the hotel, Ryu and Nina are waiting for me." He thought, heading on down the road, back to the hotel, where they planned to stay. He knew it had to be the one Ryu tried earlier; the price was unbeatable that you would have to be an idiot to turn the place down.
He looked around, seeing only a few travelers, one minillo merchant, the orange and grass green tunic and white shorts that covered the chubby fish's body, his large rounded tummy, and his sitting flat down on the ground, stuffing his face with seeds already could give anyone the idea that he was nothing but a sluggish, gluttonous, and despicable price charging merchant. Stuffing his mouth full of the bag of beans that was next to him, he ignored the complaints of several angry customers already yelling at the top of their lungs at him.
Wes watched, only for a short while, as he turned, walking away from the crowd gathering scene. It wasn't that normal to him, almost every minillo was known for trouble, and this wasn't the first time he saw anything like this. He had seen this happen often in any town, every minillo seemed to charge a price that was more then the thing was worth, but also acted rudely, from giving smart remarks, to loud cursing. Wes had one time before actually beat the crap out of one for charging around three thousand zenny for a few chains of bullets for his chain gun.
He closed his eyes shaking his head at the thought, as he remembered, that was perhaps the day he proved to be stronger then he ever had anticipated, only one swing of the fist, and he sent the minillo flying back, smashing into the shelf of numerous items behind him, as many fell to the ground, scattered greatly around the floor. Flat on the ground the minillo laid, lying there unconscious, twitching from the hit, Wes only glanced in shock, he couldn't believe what he had done, one shot, and the minillo went flying back. He though only grabbed the bullets and paid around two-thirds of the price, grabbing the bullets, as he ran off.
"And I wasn't charged for it at all. I guess I can be called a cheapskate." He sarcastically commented to himself.
***
Motors roared loudly, as sand carts drove at high speeds around the endless wasteland, spitting sand from behind. Their carts colored with ivory black pain, with a crimson dark red scorpion tail painted on the front, and side areas. Loud howls could be heard, as they roared by. The men were dressed alike, with long black jeans, crimson red vest jacket, a normal sized helmet, with pilot goggles on each of them, marking of a scorpion were painted all around their helmets.
Five to nine of the carts drove in packs, but each pursued one thing, a large, metal grey colored, transport caravan, that drove at an average speed, maintaining it even as the carts closed in on the caravan. The one in the main lead drove behind the caravan, aligning itself to the backside, the shotgun sitter stood, taking out a machine gun, they shot recklessly as ever, their bullets piercing the sides of the caravan, laughing like wild hyena's as the truck started swerving rapidly.
Slowly the caravan slowed down, the gunner in lead steered sharply off the course, the sand cart flipped over three times, landing on the underside up. Each of the sand carts the bandit's still had surrounded the truck, each holding a gun at the car, waiting or the men to walk out. Those around the windshield area shot furiously, only making multiple dents in the thick glassed windshield, gunshots echoed throughout the area, howls of war cries spread through the area, as the men shot for a long while, only making a few dents within the windshield, the body frame, and blowing the tires out.
They halted their fire; dust surrounded the caravan, as each of them men awaited. Several men walked out, dressed within the usual tunics, sombreros, jackets, pants, leather boots, and masks, each looking out to the men.
"Well, lookie her, hey fella's ain't it a bit late to be dressing up for Halloween?" One of the men commented, with the irritating laughter of the entire bandits laughing loudly.
"Too bad you won't be alive when Halloween does come fool!"
The Scorpion Thugs only snickered, aiming their guns towards the men.
"Your one to talk for a bunch of sissies in masks, take them off, or are you to scared to have us see you crying." Another of the members commented, snickering once more.
"Well you pack of retarded wolves, I think we shall." The outlaw's removed their masks, as each of the Scorpion Thugs faces went to a dumbfounded glance.
"I-I-It's them, shoot'em, kill them!!" The leader yelled, as gunshots soon commenced, one to another.
***
"Woren!!"
Wes turned, his eyes widened dumbfounded, as he removed his sunglasses, watching as the girl he had harassed from this morning ran towards him. Her face this time though had tears already streaming down her face, frowning in discomfort.
"Huh, why the long face. is something.?"
"My father. the mayor. armed men. holding. him at..gunpoint. "
"You fathers in danger!? By whom!?"
"Men. brutes. thugs. cloaked in masks. I beg of you. help me!!"
"Damn, better get the peacemaker for this one." Wes muttered hesitatingly.
***
Ryu sat at the table, eating a cup of ramen, slurping it loudly and disgustingly into his mouth, Nina, who sat on the opposite side of him, made degusted faces at him, as he slurped each of the numerous strands of noodles into his mouth.
"Ryu, must make such loud sick slurps, it's. very disturbing." She said, whimpering in disgust.
Ryu set down his chopsticks, glancing over to her with his emerald colored eyes, smirking as he gulped down the noodles he had already slurped into his mouth. He gave a more mockerish grin, sticking out his tongue, as he went back to eating his ramen once more.
"I haven't eaten ramen in a long time, so don't ruin the moment Nina." He said, slurping his noodles into his mouth more, Nina shivering at the loud long slurps he constantly made.
Instantly Wes opened the door, running in at a predators speed, he stopped immediately in front of where the two were seated, placing his hands on his chest, a he breathed deeply. His face a flush red, his jaw wide open taking in deep breaths of air each second, sweat beads streaming down his forehead, and onto the table. His scent though was over-powered by the smell of smoke, one of a mixing of tobacco and fire.
"Wes, why do you smell like smoke?" Nina said, holding her nostrils shut with her two fingers.
Wes glanced to her, removing his shades, as he took a deep sigh.
"I smoke cigars, and please spare me 'don't you know it kills you' cause I could care less." He spat, glancing around back to Ryu.
"Peacemaker, my father, the mayor, he is being held at gunpoint!?" Came a pleading voice, as the mayors daughter walked in, her eyes wet in tears, and her face frowning.
Ryu set his cup of ramen noodle's down, glancing up at her with an emotionless face, as he took a deep sigh, as he glanced to her straight in the eyes, and then glanced to Wes with an infuriated grin on his face.
"Woren, why the hell are you not out there taking care of this?" Ryu remarked harshly.
"That's Wes to you, and why the hell aren't you out there helping? You are Peacemaker; it's your god damn job!!" Wes yelled, as he slapped the cup of ramen out of Ryu's hand, the cup making a soft thud on the tile floor, the noodles, cut vegetables, and soup dripping onto the floor.
Ryu glanced up to Wes, growling angrily, he leaped out of his chair, tackling Wes to the ground, his hands wrapped around the Woren's throat, Wes grasping Ryu's shoulders, roaring a war cry at Ryu, the two struggles, tumbling around the ground, smashing into the table, the legs breaking apart as they smashed into the tables and chairs.
"RYU! WES!! STOP THIS!!" Nina yelled, watching as the two fought bitterly.
"How dare you knock my meal on the floor, especially my ramen!!" Ryu shouted squeezing more tightly on Wes neck.
"Ramen, RAMEN!! Is that all you can think about at a time like this!?" Wes replied bitterly.
"Grrr, why don't you take care of this. by my guess, you are a mercenary, and how else would you get the money for your cigars!" Ryu said defensively.
Wes finally shoved Ryu off of him, sending the Peacemaker into a table, the impact smashing the legs to the table, fine china falling to the ground, shattering into millions of pieces. Ryu groaned, but stood staggeringly to his feet. With a loud cry, he ran forth, tackling Wes to the ground, Ryu thrashed violently with his fists in the Woren's face.
"BREAK IT UP NOW!!" Nina yelled, as she unleashed a paralyze spell, the two immediately fell to the ground, blinking, as they grunted, unable to move.
Nina grinned furiously down to them, her hands on her waist, as she narrowed her eyes towards Ryu, who only gave a sad puppy dog eye glance back to her. Breathing with an intense pace, she slowly calmed down, sighing deeply in relief. Glancing at the two, she shook her head, the two never did seem to stop fighting, ever since they met, they ended up at some point arguing, and nearly at each others throat. She only felt weaker when she watched them, it was sad enough just to even witness it.
"NINA!!" Both yelled furiously.
"Ryu, you're the one who started this, your worse then a kid crying over spilled milk, you're a boy enraged by spilled soup." She stated with disappointment.
"Nina, get us up already, I doubt the mayors daughter would come here and get us unless-"
"Attention Peacemaker, considering you have yet to show up, we have concluded that the girl hasn't given you the message, we outlaws have decided to relay it to you the best way we know how. We'll wait in the fountain in the plaza, and we're giving you seven minutes to get here, best hurry if you want the mayor to still have a head!!" The man said with a serious tone that indicated he wasn't holding back the option of murder.
The voice was transmitted by the emergency line that was used whenever a heavy wind funnel was on its way. Nina sighed, looking at the two again, as she released them from their paralyzed state. Both stood, stretching their muscles, looking to one another, they gave scowling faces, before walking off in opposite direction. Ryu walked to the couch, were he left his jacket, placing it on himself, sliding his arms through the sleeves, he picked up his belt, latching it up to his waist, walking out the door, he glanced to his right, finding Wes leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and eyes closed, waiting for Ryu to suit up.
"Well, bout time!" Wes muttered harshly.
"Shut up, and let's get this over with. I'm already pissed off since I didn't finish my succulent roman that I just want to finish this quick!" Ryu replied, walking rudely past the towering woren.
Wes said nothing, he picked up his coffin that was laid against the wall, as he followed Ryu out the door, swaying his tail back and forth, Nina followed behind them, the three walked out, as many of the citizens remained hidden, not a soul could be spotted in sight.
***
Hot, humid, and bright, the sun shined down on the desert at a ninety degree angle, straight and vertical, beating down on anyone who was within its shining presence. Through the desert a jeep sped through at a regular speed, Draco at the wheel, focusing only on the endless sandy wasteland, it was hard enough to even know when a mirage was even around. Draco though noticed already knew when there was one, his experience in traveling, and what he was about to set eyes on was a true.
He slammed on the breaks, slowing to a halt, in the sand. He only remained emotionless, staring at the few wrecked cars, shoved over, and the numerous bodies lying all along the ground. Slowly, he reached for the door handle, pulling it open, as he walked out, looking along the ground.
"Draco, you crazy. this is a trap.it's to-"
Draco raised a hand, telling her to shut up for the while being, he strolled along, looking at the bodies, bullet wounds around the critical area's, many headless, or with a bullet lodged into the forehead, he glanced to the wreaked vehicles, shaking his head as he spotted them.
"This is no trap Lecha. it is the work of highly trained experts. "
Lecha glanced, around; the sight was not one she was sickened by, as she witnessed murder on numerous occasions. She walked to his side, glancing around.
"Experts. you know who the murderers are?" She asked surprisingly, Draco only shook his head, walking to one of the flipped vehicles, as his eyes widened from behind his sky blue shades, his jaw dropping.
"THAT MARK. IT. COULDN'T BE. "
He turned, running to the car, Lecha followed closely behind him, feeling already her love was in pain.
"Draco. what is it that has got you-"
He hopped in, starting the truck up once more, as it was turned off to reduce engine abuse and overheating.
"Ryu in for trouble, that is the work of pro outlaws, men equal to my level. and if they kill Ryu. well, I guess I won't get the chance to repay him!" He replied, stepping hard on the accelerator as the jeep sped out once more.
***
The three walked out into the deserted town, into the brick laid fountain, where a huge fountain of marble designed carvings, with a female figure in the middle holding a huge jug of water over her right shoulders, gallons of water gushing out and into the fountain. There stood five men, one holding a shotgun to the head of the mayor, the other four surrounding him on every four directions, guarding their comrade from any sniper attacks.
Ryu and his two companions cautiously approached, staring to the masked fiends that held the mayor at gunpoint. Slowly and cautiously they approached, the outlaws glanced over to their opposites.
"Bout time you got here, we thought you would never arrive. so now, here's the deal. hand over the Fae, and the mayor won't get his head blown off. Now then, is it a deal?" He asked seriously.
"Depends, first, why don't you remove those stupid masks, cowards. then I'll decide whether or not the Fae is yours." Ryu replied, Nina wide eyed by his compromise.
"I guess he does deserve to get a view of us, since we are famous, he has earned the right to lay eyes on us." One of the men mentioned, removing their masked, Ryu and Wes immediately went wide eyed as they gazed at the faces of perhaps the most crudest men around.
"I am sure you know who we are." One muttered, smiling evilly.
Ryu knew each just by their looks, all of them were beyond wanted by bounty hunters, they were wanted perhaps worldwide, but for a long time they eluded their friends.
Jason 'King of Thieves' Cannon, wanted for several robberies, from highly secured banks, antiques worth millions in museums, and other expensive materials.
J.C. 'Master Con Artist' Henry wanted for several schemes that ripped off both government officials, to corporations, in addition, murdering many who discovered his true plans. He made a huge fortune off his con schemes, but it all was confiscated when he invested it in a bank under a fake name. Since then, he was last known to have gone underground.
David 'The Ripper' Macintyre, known to have given a present to his targets, with blood written words, mostly, 'Kill you' was all that was known to be written. His methods were simple, slit, stab or shoot, he left his victims with their hearts removed from their chest, and placed them in a blood stained present box, leaving it next to the victims. He was considered a novel antagonist, as he reflected each murder off a villain in one of the famous books known throughout time, "Jack the Ripper".
Chris 'Punk-Ass' Baldwin, besides being a public enemy, he was known for being an anarchist, with buying weapons and carrying out attacks against authorities and Peacemakers, as many of the men had also done.
Finally, Rodney 'The Idiot' Collins, known full well as a complete fool when it came to any type of crime, he was known for screwing up anything, and turning anything so simple into a disaster on wheels.
Ryu knew each well, they had murdered perhaps ten to thirty Peacemakers, most rookies, but Ryu stayed calm, he wasn't going to let his anger take over, and end up dead because he was to blind to even focus on his enemy. Each were human, Jason and Chris being on the chubby side, the others on skinny side, while Rodney was a bit plump, but nowhere near fat. Each scruffy and with a sadistic smile, their eyes shined with pure malice, just by the pupils in their eyes.
Though the other four men drew out their guns, ready to kill the guys on sight, indeed they were not planning on letting the men leave; they just wanted to dupe them into letting their guard down. Ryu reached for his gun, but he was too slow to grasp and fire; Wes in the blink of an eye seemed to teleport right to where the gunmen, who was none other then Rodney. Wes rammed hard with his bulky shoulder, sending him flying back, weapon flying out of his hands and onto the ground. Jason and Chris immediately raised their guns to the Woren, the other two aimed for Ryu.
Wes already had agility beyond the men, and strength of a bull, nobody could match him. Wes punched hard, sending Jason and Chris down to the ground, the two dropping their guns, as they struggled to get back up, Wes stood, glancing to the two others.
Ryu dashed forth, charging towards J.C. and David, he grasped the hilt of his sword. Nina meanwhile cast a thrashing wind spell at the ever so foolish outlaw, the force throwing the fool off his feet, as he landed roughly on his ass. Ryu dashed forth, teeth clenched, eyes narrowed threateningly.
"THIS ONE'S FOR THE ROOKIES YOU COWARD!!" Ryu yelled, as he swung his sword forth, the sharp edge sliced directly through the flesh of David's neck, Ryu stopped only for a short second, as the head fell down to the ground softly, blood trickling out of the now headless body.
Ryu felt still at peace, but he struck only at David first because of all the recent events in the past, from what David did was beyond unforgivable, he murdered rookies right on their first day, when they had just entered, the Ripper sent a threat message, a present with bloody letters, just to psyche them out, eventually, at the moment of relief, he struck, leaving them dead, their hearts cut out and placed on top of their bodies, in a bloody mess of gore. Ryu though had little time to think, as J.C. was still standing, and was armed with a rifle.
J.C. fired upon Ryu's standing spot, the Peacemaker evaded with a quick roll, as he dashed off evading the shots. Pulling his gun from his holster, he fired to rounds; the first shot forcing the gun from J.C.'s hands, the second wounded his hands. Wes meanwhile, still punching and tossing the two chubby ass bastards around, continued his assault, bashing them one by one in the face, his knuckles cracking at their chubby but still weak chins.
"You fucking bastard, I'll kill you!" Chris muttered angrily, as he stood back up, staggering in pain, blood seeping down his fat cheeks, breathing heavily.
"Pussy, you're going down!!" Jason muttered, as he ran, arms out ready to grasp him for a bear hug.
Wes immediately lifted only one foot up, landing his flat foot into the face of the idiot, sending him down to the ground, with a loud smack. Chris pulled out a knife, and ran forth behind the woren, ready to stab the feline in the back, but unlike his slow human reflexes, his feet pushed him off from the ground, as the flipped over the ever so slow chubby human, as he brought his right arm back, and slapped his hand around the spin of the chubby bastard sending him to the ground in one hit.
"Hah, beating your asses up is more fun then wasting my ammo on you oversized rumps.hahahahahaha!" He snickered, smiling proudly.
Ryu evaded his enemy once more, dodging each of the ever so accurate shots, each blazed by.
"Hey Peacemaker, do yourself a favor and get a decent haircut!" J.C. mocked, as he shot once more at the fleeing peacemaker.
Ryu though fired three warning shots at the feet of con artist, before he finally made his way up to J.C., pressing the gun against the fiend's forehead.
"Why don't you do yourself a favor, and learn how to shoot a gun. in the afterlife!!" Ryu commented brightly.
Flipping him a toothy smile, his index finger slowly pulled down on the trigger, J.C. stood wide eyed, jaw flapped open, his pupils gazing at the smirking Peacemaker in fear, as Ryu pulled the trigger down fully, delivering a bullet into the forehead of the ultimate con artist, Nina glancing over, as she gasped, seeing the dead man laying down on the ground in front of Ryu, leaking blood all over the ground. He smiled, placing his gun back into his holster.
"Long hair is here to stay. so bite me con artist." Ryu remarked, spitting upon the dead corps as he ran his fingers through his ponytail.
She stared horrified at the sigh, she couldn't believe what she was witnessing, and there Ryu stood, emotionless, not feeling any guilt with how he murdered the bastard in such cold blood. Nina dashed over, tears streaming down from her eyes, as she slammed her fists onto his chest, sobbing ever so distressed.
"H-how. how can you murder him. how could you kill them in such a vicious manner! Why. why did you do it?" She demanded Ryu remaining ever so silent.
Wes, taking out a cigar to smoke, looked over his enemies, including the K.O.'d Rodney, who seemed already dulled eyed from all the magic spells Nina casting upon him. His ears twitched, as he turned, glancing in the distance, his teeth clenched, as he opened up his coffin, which was nearby, taking out his loaded chain guns, and glancing in the far off distance.
"Nina, gets the mayor inside, Ryu, reloads your weapon, we're not through with them all just yet!!" Wes yelled, as he narrowed his eyes to the exit, knowing trouble was about to come driving into town.
Nina sighed, taking the mayors arm, as he gladly accepted, she escorted him back to his manor, Ryu and Wes remained in town, glancing to the entrance, strands of sand blew wildly in the distance.
"What ya hearing in them cat ears of yours Wes?" Ryu asked in a suspicious, yet country style tone and grammar.
"The purring of an engine, six hundred series model twelve, advancing speed by the way the san flowing in the distance and more then one." Wes replied, opening his coffin up, grasping his two mini guns up, and cracking a smile on his face.
There in the distance they drove, four of them, on dark colored bikes, painted with demonic symbols, and the men dressed in black leather jackets. Their helmet shades covered with a three-dimensional glowing multi colored skulls, as they drove forth towards the two brave heroes standing forth before them. Wes took out his sunglasses, placing them over his face, as he then took out a cigar, placing it within his mouth, taking out a lighter, and lit his cigar up, puffing in the ever so soothing tobacco.
"Ready Ryu?" He asked bracingly.
Ryu calmly opened the round rotating slots barrel, reloading his gun, as he locked it in place, taking aim on the oncoming renegades of hell. Ryu gave a nod, as the two looked on, but the shape eyes and instincts of the woren already told him the men were packing heat, ruger rifles each held, and were planning on using them to kill them.
"Evasive maneuvers!!" Wes yelled, as he ran to the house nearest to him, Ryu following by going in the opposite direction.
Rapid shots opened in both directions, Ryu made his way inside, as the shots blew through the door, one landing directly into his right shoulder, he growled in pain feeling it.
"Damn, just my luck. My good arm is injured, and I'm facing the most fearsome bike riders around." He muttered, grasping his bleeding wound.
The men stepped off, snickering ever so deeply. Wes stayed calm, he had battled before, but exciting and fearful as it was, he was still calm enough to remain more alert, and not be caught off guard. The four men got off their bikes, two in red and black going to where Ryu was, the ones dressed in blood red and dark purple walked slowly to where the woren was hiding.
"Yeah, that's right. c'mon in, ya bastards. your going down. my bullets will tear you limb from limb." Wes said to himself.
Ryu waited in the bar, slowly looping a piece of string around the trigger, as he placed it around the area where the fools would walk in. He dashed away, taking evasion behind a table, breathing carefully, still holding onto his wound. Slowly the men walked in, their feet tapping slowly as they strolled into the room, looking from one side to another, Ryu breathed silently, as he pulled the trigger, giving one shot off, the bullet striking one of the thugs within the arm.
"He's around here, time we bring him out, aye Duncan?" One of them mentioned.
"Affirmative Mac!" His partner replied, as the two gave off rapid shots all around, Ryu laid flat to the floor, as the bullets flew by.
A few seconds went by, as the bullets stop, dust floated in the air, Ryu waited patiently, timing his move just right, he lunged out at a speed faster then the men could ever track, and he tackled one of the treacherous foes, driving his sword deep into the heart of the foe. Duncan's partner shot once more at Ryu, who rolled to the right, grasping the ruger the first foe dropped, as he returned fire to the foe, delivering many bullets to the chest of his enemy, the foe dropped his gun, falling to the ground, his jaw wide open, and his chest bleeding ever so quickly.
Ryu remained ever so still, his eyes shocked, the power, it was just like that one time, when he saved Nina, the same strength, the speed, all of his fears seemed to just fade away, and now, it was gone, as quick as it came.
"Damn. I guess I am more skilled then I though, wait til the boss hears this!" Ryu mentioned embarrassingly.
Gunshots rang loudly across the street, inside the abandoned antiques shot, Wes and the two flunkies exchanged fire, bullet holes already filled the room, as each passing moments, one fired back, Wes bullets nearly hitting their targets. He leaned behind the wooden pillar, waiting for the men to fire once more. The two charged in from both sides, ready for an ambush, as they softly approached the wooden pillar, the two suddenly leaped forth, rugers ready to fire, as they glanced at the empty area, nobody stood there, not a trace or hid of anything remained there.
"Yoo-hoo up here!?" He yelled, the men looking up, as they opened fire, but only shattering the chandelier the woren onto.
He chucked one of his guns violently down at the men, smashing the man hard in the skull, upon impact; the chain gun smashed the thugs head open. The woren at the same time opened fire on the other man, the bullets piercing through the man's body, forcing him off of his feet and onto the ground, where he bleed devastatingly. Wes only sighed, walking open, and picking up the heavy chain gun, and throwing over his shoulders.
"I guess you bastards are getting soft, picking on only unarmed men, and killing people when their backs are turned, it's no wonder I beat your asses in such a short time." He muttered, blowing the smoked out of his mouth.
The two walked out, Ryu still holding onto his wound as he collapsed down to the ground. Wes walked out, his coffin behind his back, the cigar still in his mouth; he turned to his left side, finding Nina running back over to Ryu, kneeling down, as she touched his would.
"I'm fine Nina, just a wound to my good arm." He answered calmly, but still jagged voice.
"You still should have me heal it." She said, slowly casting a spell, as the wound closed up, the blood still on the coat, as Ryu stood to his feet, looking at Wes.
"I can't believe we took out the legendary outlaws, for men who have honorable gun skills, I don't get how we took them out so easily." Ryu mentioned, curiously.
"Um. you didn't, I cast a spell that slowed them down, including the four thugs on bikes." She replied, smiling in victory.
"Figures, why else would we be able to take them out, they didn't earn their names and live this long without traits of a gunsmith." Wes mentioned, puffing in some smoke.
***
Out of town, at a unseen distance, Draco remained seated, his hands behind his back, as he sat relaxingly, smiling with his eyes gazing up at the ever blue and cloudless sky.
"Well, are we going in or not?" Lecha asked impatiently.
Draco was reluctant to answer at first, but she did deserve to know.
"Let him rest. he at least has faced enough for today. well get him another time." He replied lazily.
"Going soft are we?" She asked annoyingly.
"Don't even start. just don't even start, please." He said in a mellow tone.
***
"Yeah, and six dead, at least I will get a payment from the Station for this. " Ryu mentioned crossing his arms with a wide smiling joyfully at his victory.
"Ryu. about that. " Nina's face glanced unhappily to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Why the down face Nina?" Ryu asked.
She breathed deeply, sobbing ever so loudly, clenching her fist, she glanced up with tears streaming down her cheeks, taking a deep breath, she yelled loudly.
"Why. why did you kill them. what right do you have to even kill them. to murder someone who even if they have killed so many. they deserve to have a second chance. nobody has the power to take ones life, there is no right in murder, no matter what motives or reasons there are, it is unjustified!" Nina muttered, sobbing as she spoke.
Ryu shook his head; he had dealt with this before, being called a murderer, criticized to be no different then the criminals he hunted, and told he is nothing more then a punk. He though learned to only counter comment it, but Nina was someone who seemed to know so little about the planet, and yet she was asking for him to let these scumbags live.
"Nina, I told you when we first met, this world. it is not one of peace, it one of suffering, of struggle, and of survival. These punks, these fools, these murderers, they are the reason everything on this wasteland is horrible, they may not have planned to become this, but they followed that path, and they killed innocent lives just for their own gain, their own survival, taking from others, and earning such heavy bounties on their heads. they should be dealt death, they have no right to go around and stir up so much mayhem, it is their folly, and their own foolish plans have earned them the right to die!" Ryu remarked harshly, his eyes already glowed with a tiny lit ember.
Nina stood, cringing in fear, inhaling much faster then before, her face turning beet red.
"Your.You're nothing more then a outlaw yourself, your no different then Draco, or the heartless bastards who are after me, your nothing more then a murderous bastard!!" She screamed angrily back.
Ryu froze, glancing slowly up at her, with an emotionless face, as he pulled out his gun, and pointed it to Nina, who gasped frighteningly as she jumps startled.
"Say that again you good-for-nothing bitch. c'mon, say it again. call me a murderous bastard. what, scared I am one. scared I will kill you!! Huh, well. " Ryu yelled back, as he held his gun, his arms shaking lightly.
Wes looked up, he didn't plan to get involved, as he thought Ryu would be able to keep his cool, but as things went to hell, he knew it was going to be time for him to step in and break it up. Ryu already had a red face, and with the tone of his loud and enraged voice, it was obvious he had snapped, and a chance of him unleashing a round off was a seventy five percent chance. Once more placing the coffin to the ground, he took out the two chain guns, and shot one up in the air, drawing both Ryu and Nina's attentions. The miracle was Ryu didn't fire one shot off.
"Ryu, calm your ass down, your already hot headed enough to just go berserk, so I suggest you just take a hike, leave Nina to me, don't worry, I don't plan to even make a move. you have my word, I won't dare lay a hand on her private parts." Ryu glanced menacingly at the Woren for a short while, but turned, walking off, not saying a word.
Wes then glanced to the Fae, who smiled graciously, as she slowly tiptoed over.
"Wes. thanks." She said warmheartedly, as she wrapped her arms tightly around him.
"Woah there Nina, I hate to say this, but I am not siding with you, Ryu is right, this world is one of survival, your asking me and him to do something that is outrageous. This isn't some cartoon where the hero fights his opponents with skills he had gained over years of experience, this is reality, and outlaws lie more often just to get you off guard, even if I didn't kill those two fat fools, I still agree on one thing, harden fools like them deserve nothing more then to die. you little birdy need to learn that this isn't New Wyndia, your clan's morals have no part in a world they long ago shut themselves off from fifty years ago, so frankly, I doubt many of us should give respect to them, nothing more then cowards is all they even are." He replied, taking the cigar out of his mouth, as he breathed in some deep air, before placing it back in.
Nina stood there speechless, her face both surprised, and ashamed. Once more, she started crying, the tears streaming out much more rapidly this time, as she turned around, covering her face as she ran off, sobbing the whole way, as she ran all the way back to the hotel, opening the door, running to the bedroom, as she locked the door. She jumped onto the bed, shielding her face with her arms, as she cried sadly onto the bed. For once in her entire life, she felt like an outcast, she felt betrayed; she felt the whole world had turned on her.
Next Chapter:
Serenity Hollow, some call it a place of sin, with the prostitution that is run there. Others however consider it to be one of the best places to ever take a vacation at. For a Peacemaker like me, it is the one place to not only take a relaxing vacation to, but also the only place that can tell me where I can find the black market.
Next Time: Last Stand
"It is like I said boss, the entire gang was slaughtered, and it was a gattling gun that did this despicable murder." One of the men reported, but all flinched, at the slamming sound of the boss's fist to the desk, a low growl made each shiver in their knees.
"This is the second time that Fae has escaped our clutches. There is no other choice." He responded. "I shall send the Legendary Outlaws to take care of this."
Gasps were heard from around, as one took a step forward, standing ever so defying to the bosses orders.
"The Legendary Outlaws, you're placing this in the hands of the worst men around! You're insane!!" The man yelled, raising fist, shaking it at the boss.
"I concur, they are better assassins then they are bounty hunters." Another complied.
The boss only slammed his palms flat sprawled on the desk; teeth clenched together, eyebrows ever so slanted down in anger.
"ENOUGH, there shall be no debating. They are on there way here and you fools best keep your mouths shut, or else. !!" The bossed shouted angrily, the men around him cowering before him.
"You best not screw up anymore, remember, my masters don't want excuses." Came the voice near the boss, but not one of his own men.
"Why you little-" The boss growled, standing up, reaching for his gun.
"I wouldn't try if I were you, remember, kill me and your market is not getting our supplies, or top of the quality guns." He responded mockingly.
The boss only growled, throwing the gun down to the ground, clenching his fist, holding his anger back from exploding onto the annoying twerp that was mocking him, he knew his only chance of even remaining where he was would be to just keep himself from becoming killed by the threat.
***
In the streets of Ronsdale, near the already demolished hotel filled with bullet holes and dead bodies sprawled all around the area, Draco shook his head, glancing around the ever so wrecked area, with the cars nothing more then cottage cheese with all the bullet holes left within them.
"Think this is the work of Ryu?" Lecha asked, walking over to him.
"Pah, not a chance, he has no weapon capable of dishing out bullets this rapid, or this deadly." He reported, looking over the damaged cars and the dead men.
"So who do you think this is, a friend or foe to them?" Lecha asked, walking closer to him.
"Hell if I know, but it looks like were late, they escaped, and perhaps by now at the nearest town." He said, with a sigh.
"Forget it, it is an hour drive, and the Scorpion Thugs are gonna ambush us if we do. Right now, our only option is to stay here, for the time being, tomorrow we set out." She replied, stretching her hands behind her back.
Draco looked to the hotel, shaking his head, with the condition it was in, it was more then obvious that the Hotel was out of order. With a sudden movement, he turned around, eyes narrowed, and a frustrated frown that Lecha immediately followed glancing to where he was staring towards.
Three men, dressed in long black leather jackets, each holding a shotgun in their hands, aimed towards Draco.
"Must be the lucky day, Draco 'Hundred Kills' Carter, wanted for hundreds of murders, fifty armed robberies, twenty-four counts of destruction of property, and an unknown account of reckless acts, your worth a lot of money, dead or alive, twenty million, now there's one hefty price, boys, kill him!" The main man yelled.
In the flash of an eye, three shots were fired, accurate; they hit dead on in the heads of the bounty hunters, a hole left within their foreheads. They fell to the ground immediately, Draco standing there, with his gun in his hand, a triple six insignia marked along the indigo tainted paint.
"Fools, you're going to have to do better then that." He calmly said.
Lecha brought her gun into place, aiming directly for the up to the roof, making a clean shot upon the sniper that hung at the top of the roof. The sniper fell from the top landing head first on the ground, his skull split open, blood trickled out onto the sand, the dark red liquid drying fast on the sun heated sand.
"Bounty hunters, why the hell did it have to be bounty hunters?" He complained, running directly to the inside of the nearest house. He rushed through, pushing any piece of furniture that was in his path, shoving chairs down, and tables over to the ground, vases and antiques shattered loudly.
Rushing up the stairs, he reached the second floor, running wildly to the top. Lecha though, took a different path, running between alleyways, bounty hunters pursuing her from behind, she broke into the back door, shots fired upon the door she had broke open. Running fast, she broke open the door, stopping suddenly as six bounty hunters aimed their guns directly at her. Gulping nervously, she took a large step back, the hunter's fingers slowly pulling the trigger back; they shot her a smirk happily ready to take her down.
"Damn it Lecha!!" Draco yelled loudly, firing several shots down, each taking down six of the bounty hunters, as his empty gun shells dropped down to the ground.
Lecha took a deep breath of relief, but her rest was cut short, as a loud roaring engine of an automobile, the revving engine drawing closer and closer, two men hanging out the window, opening fire upon Lecha, who jumped inside, sidling against the wall, opening her chamber, clenching her teeth ever so tightly.
Draco swiftly rolled a few feet back, laying flat along the rooftop, breathing slowly, knowing he was an easy target for hunters above.
"You bastards really are asking for it!?" She yelled out loud, grabbing the crimson red colored ammo casing, loading them in the slots, she locked the gun up, quickly turning to face the car, grasping her gun ever so tightly, she aimed and fired, the back of the car exploding as the shots hit the back of the car hard, the car becoming a mass of flames, as the bounty hunters jumped out of the car rolling along the ground, dousing the fire that was burning them.
They screamed, still rolling, as Lecha slowly stepped outside, glancing around the area. Slowly a desperado dressed hunter with along a large sombrero and two Uzi guns, as he glanced towards Lecha with ever so narrowed eyes.
"Well, little lady, time you gave up, Draco is coming with us dead, and there is nothing you can do to protect him." He mocked, as he fired away, Lecha making a run for it to the nearest evasive point around.
"Time to finish this!" From above, Draco jumped down, as he landed with a roll, facing sideways towards his opponent, his gun grasped in his left hand, aimed at him from behind his back, he took one shot, reflecting it off a metal decoration restrained to the wall.
The bullet zipped through both of the Uzi's, blowing a huge hole between both of the Uzi's, he made a second shot, the bullet striking him dead on in the heart, the hunter grasped his heart, falling to the ground dead.
"Draco, not to burst the bubble, but this town has been quiet, especially considering the Fae was here, and I doubt that all of the townsfolk's would run out like this just because of a small incident such as this." Lecha mentioned, looking at the deserted town.
"There hiding, you think just because of a gunfight and a wanted man like me comes to town, everyone is going to just run for their life?" He asked arrogantly.
"Hmm, let me think.YES!!" She shouted, as Draco falling to the ground wide eyed.
"Give me a break, I bet there hiding somewhere, time we made a visit to the mayor!" He replied, trotting off, Lecha running behind.
"There he is, shoot him, kill him!!" More bounty hunters ran out, dressed in styles of leather jackets, blue jeans, and boots of leather.
Each fired at the outlaw, who ran avoiding each shot, Lecha in his arms, hugged tightly to his front side; he continued to run to the only defense point around.
"Draco, your-"
"Shut up, your hid ain't getting risked you know."
Jumping behind the area of cover, the two breathed heavily, as bullets repeatedly continued smashing against the external metal plated deck. Draco looked to Lecha, his eyes looking to her back pack, spotting the explosive rounds.
"Just how accurate of a shot can you make with the explosive rounds?"
"What!? You don't mean-"
"We have no other choice, there is around twenty men around, and we ain't getting out of this alive, we have to hit them large scale."
"And ruined peoples lives, your out of your damn mind!?"
"You have a better idea!?"
"Well. I. "
"You don't, remember, your experience in battle is nothing compared to mine, in the mists of one, you are more in panic, your adrenaline already is in its highest heat, and your blood gushing through your veins with no trace of slowing down, I though have the experience that equals the soldier who survives his battles, because he has knowledge of his errors, scars that remind them of their own flaws, and serve as a lesson for someone to think their actions thoroughly though, that is what I have learned from my days of gun slinging, and that is why you have survived through these years, because I have bailed you out. Now, when I say so, take action and fire away." He finished, as he remained silent, listening to the bullets flying around.
"NOW!!" He yelled, as Lecha moved up, and fired several rounds to the left and right around the base of the hunter's feet, the loud explosion echoed throughout the town, and force given off sent the bounty hunters flying in every direction, as they landed with an unwelcoming thud on the ground.
The gunfire halted, as Draco glanced up, seeing every one of the reckless hunters laying on the ground, bleeding, each either dead or unconscious. Silence filled the town, Draco slowly stepped out in the open, glancing around.
"Lecha, time we had a word with the mayor." He said, walking off toward the huge and very well designed building that stood out greatly from the town.
***
The chubby grassrunner was shoved against the wall forcefully, his eyes glowing in terror, as he gazed towards the angered outlaw, who stepped forth, grabbing him by the collar.
"P-p-please, d-don't kill me, I-I'm begging you, d-d-don't kill me, I-I'll give you anything, a-anything." He sobbed, shivering in fear.
"Shut the fuck up you damn coward, I'm not going to kill you, I'm just going to blow your brains, blow them right the hell out of your head." Draco yelled violently, as he placed the gun to his head.
The grassrunner only closed his eyes, pouting in fear. An arm clasped Draco softly, he did not moved, he only kept his glaze on the mayor.
"Draco, we should hear him out, you have no right to kill him, he deserves a right to explain himself, give him a chance." Lecha begged desperately.
Slowly he lowered his gun, and dropped the mayor to the ground, his eyes closed, and his grin only could be known as one of deep regret and struggling resistance.
"Fine, but only for your sake, considering you're the only person I trust now. " He said, walking over to his desk, and taking a seat on it.
"Draco. please spare this town, we didn't have a choice, considering already that hotel incident, we were caught in a deep scarce, and we haven't had any new folks around here since that incident. Then when we heard about what happened with you in Scias, well. "
"You thought you could hire some bounty hunters and set a trap for me, while you townsfolk's were in shelter from the blazing bullets. give me a break. I should kill you for doing that. " He replied still angry.
"Draco. of all things, he wasn't finished. stop being so damn rational." Lecha commented, glancing with a scowled frown.
"Actually Draco, quite the opposite, they came to us." the mayor replied calmly.
The mayor closed his eyes taking a deep sigh, he remembered what happened only this morning.
"Listen mayor, Draco 'Hundred Kills' is heading this way, and were planning on getting him." The bounty hunter said, holding his rifle, a few others standing around him
"Get out of this town, we don't need another gun fight, especially with that notorious outlaw, this town will be hexed in its reputation!" He barked back.
"I don't need to remind you what happen when the black market came here, now, unless you want to be responsible for a few deaths because you didn't warn the people first hand, then you're guilt will kill you, your soft, just like many. "
***
"I had no other choice, for the people's sake, I ordered them to hide, until all was safe... " He muttered ever so sadly.
"If you think I will show mercy, get bent, but unless you want to live, I want a clean answer, which direction did a blue haired peacemaker and a blond go?" Draco demanded ever so cocky.
"Peacemaker. that bastard and that trouble maker of a woren headed out, with a truck on their tail, possibly to Flome, since that is the closest town, about west of here, a hour long ride though." He explained, with a deep sigh.
"Then that's where I'm going, Lecha, our work here is done, next stop, Flome, and I don't care if the Scorpion Thugs try and stop us, I will take them out." He replied, glancing narrowed eyed towards Lecha, who sighed, knowing talking him out was nearly impossible, he was more hard headed then perhaps any woren who was ready to engage in a fight.
"Your call. " She replied, shaking her head, as she followed behind him, walking out of the building.
***
"I leave you two alone for only a few seconds and this is how you act!?" Nina scowled, as she bent over, with an apple red face, and aggravated emotions in her eyes and lips.
Ryu and Wes remained on the ground, paralyzed as they both struggled to try and stand. Nina perhaps had came at the worst possible time, finding the two arguing and as usual taking action, this time casting a paralyze spell on both, now the two were forced to hear the ever so evil and mad side of cut and innocent Fae known as Nina.
"Damn it Nina, this isn't funny!?" Ryu yelled, as Wes only growled.
"You're one to talk; it was YOU that started the argument!!" Wes spat back.
"Cut the crap Wes, you have already made yourself a vermin, why don't you tell us just what you did to get this town to hate you?" Ryu arrogantly asked.
"Oh, just because I am a woren, you decide to blame me, blame the friggin woren!?" He muttered ever so annoyed.
"Shut up about me being racist, you have cause problems here, it is more then obvious." Ryu shouted, still trying to move.
"Ryu, how could he cause trouble this quick anyhow?" Nina asked, walking ever so slowly over, as she knelt over to him.
"Why don't you ask him, I wasn't allowed a room in the building after I mentioned a woren would be joining us!" He replied, giving a scowling glance to the woren.
"Jeez, and you think it was me?" Wes asked, snorted in disgust.
"She also asked if he carried a coffin, to which I replied yes, and then she told me to beat it and get the hell out of town, so just what in the hell did you do to get this town in an uproar!?" Ryu yelled, a few onlookers watching them, already attracted by the two arguing, and some laughing at the fact that the two couldn't move.
"Okay, yes, I did flirt with a girl, after giving her a pickup line. then she punched me." He replied, and then glanced to Nina. "Now could you please set us free, we need to move again."
"Sorry, but I am not the one who decides that. " Nina then glanced to the crowd of onlookers. "Hey people, should I let them go?"
Many shouted numerous answers, some yes, some no, some just plain out stupid, but Nina had planed to let them both go, she just wanted to have some fun with them, even if it was embarrassment, they would understand, at least she hoped they would. She then cast the release spell, as the two sprung back onto their feet, glancing to her.
"Now you two kiss and make up." Nina said, with a smile, Wes and Ryu only stood, blinking with uncertainty.
Glancing to each other, the two immediately looked away, muttering'blah' as they did.
"Geez, I guess she is a dumb blond with the way she is speaking." Wes deliberately commented, to which Nina frowned at, her face slowly became beet red, and her fist clenched.
"Wes, you do know she-"
"So what if she did, she seems to think were kids, what a load of-"
Wes was cut short; Nina smacked him hard in the face with her silver staff, a large bump forming on his head, as he glanced to her displeased.
"Call me a dumb blond will you?" She screamed, panting as she glanced with wide angry eyes at him.
"Nina, think about what you said. 'Kiss and make up' sound right to you?" Ryu interrupted, as he crossed his arms, looking to her.
"What do you. oh. hehe. guess I am a bit stupid." She replied, blushing ever so red, her free hand on top of her head.
"Now hold it right there!"
The two stopped, gazing over to a gray beard man, wearing a white suit, and a black tie, with a blue collared T-shirt underneath. His face had a few wrinkles, under his eyes and his forehead, his gray eyebrows almost thicker then his own short trimmed beard. Ryu already could tell this man was the mayor, not just by how he dressed, but also by how the crowd had cleared a path, letting the man walk into the front. The old man glanced to them with a welcoming smile, but he then glanced to the woren, narrowing his eyes, and a large frown curled onto his face.
Wes only smiled, slowly sidestepping away, before turning to run. He was stopped short, as two men, on a black skin man, with a bald head, who while only a few inches shorter then the woren, still looked just as strong, the other, a bulked armadillo, who snorted, glancing down to the woren. Both wore a black suit with the usual black tie, their shoes oddly were loafers, and with sunglasses cloaking their eyes, making them ever so uneasy to judge, they were not a pleasant sight to anyone that perhaps was their enemy.
Only gave them an innocent toothy smile, his eyes closed as if he was trying to look innocent, scratching his head lightly.
"Um. don't mind me I was just-"
The big ox punched the woren in the gut, Wes falling to his knees, gasping for air. The two grabbed him by the arms, restraining him, as they carried him over to the mayor.
"I guess were about to find out just what he did to piss everyone in town off." Ryu whispered to Nina in a calm voice.
"I feel kind of sad for embarrassing him." She replied sadly, looking to the ground.
"Why, he did the same when he touched your rump, only nobody seemed to watch, he deserved that, but now... " Ryu said nothing more, he eagerly awaited to see just what the woren had done to anger the mayor so much that the whole town perhaps was against him.
"Woren, or should I say Wes, as that is your name, you have some nerve for doing what you did to my did to my daughter in the bar." The Mayor said with a hiss, grabbing the woren by the jaw.
"Guest or not, I still show respect, but keep this in mind, if you EVER lay that damn tail on my daughters leg again, hell, I wont only skin you, but I will mount your head to my wall.understand!!" He hissed into the woren's face, Wes only cringing from the ever so bad breath.
"Good, now don't you dare lay your hand, your tail or any part of your body on my daughter, understand!?" He said with great anger.
Wes nodded, as the men dropped him down. The mayor only huffed, glancing over to Ryu.
"Peacemaker, sorry for the mishap, or any inconvenience, this friend of yours though best stop hitting on every pretty face he spots, or else he is going to end up dead, now folks, enjoy your stay around here, and woren, remember what's gonna happen if I catch you anywhere near my daughter, and you dare touch her." He remarked, moving his index finger across his throat, afterwards turning around and walking away.
Wes stood to his feet, giving an ever so obscene gesture to the mayor, panting in anger.
"So, you hit on the mayors daughter!?" Ryu and Nina stood over, glancing with snake eyes to the ever so disgruntled woren.
"Bite me, it is none of your damn problems anyway, so just leave me be." He said, standing up, and shoving through them, as he walked away from them, grabbing his coffin that was laid on the ground when Nina cast a paralyzing spell on him.
"Why did it have to be the mayors daughter, god damn it, of all things, I never have any luck with women these days!" He grumbled to himself.
***
'Green Sleeves Saloon', one of the ever so well kept old time taverns, with its polished wooden floor, the well crafted tables and well arranged tables. The large assortment of liquors in the background could be considered the largest arrangement of liquors ever to be served in at least a bar. Sitting around the counter, a girl perhaps in her mid twenties, having long pink hair tied up into a pony tail, she wore a short skirt, white around the upper area, and blue around the bottom. Her eyes closed, as she drank her soda pop through a white straw, her face remained calmed and pleasant.
"Hey baby." She glanced over with her calm chestnut brown eyes over to the huge woren that towered over her, as he took a seat next to her.
"If beauty were an hour. you'd be a second.so what you say you and me get a room together." Her eyes widened, as she felt something furry wrapped around her legs.
Slowly, she looked to her, teeth clenched and eyes wide, her brows facing down in anger, as she panted, stepping on his foot with her heal, the woren yelped in pain, releasing his tail from her leg, as he fell to the ground, clamping his foot, as she kicked him in the side several times, before walking out, the woren only whining from the pain he endured.
"Pervert!!" The girl muttered, walking out of the door.
Slowly, Wes stood to his feet, rubbing his foot, but stopped, as he looked around, everyone gazing at him with dark eyes, ready to almost tear him apart limb from limb.
"What the hell is all of your problems!?" He muttered, walking out of the saloon, shaking his head.
"Geez, not like they haven't seen a swinger before, so why the hell are they so uptight?"
***
"Well, at least that explains why they were so cold eyed on me."
Ryu watched as the woren walked off, shaking his head, but then walked back in to the hotel, being that they were in front of it since the three decided to meet back there after splitting up. He stopped short, glancing down at Nina, then at the mayor, who seemed rather calm. Indeed this wasn't something that Ryu could accept, but the last town they were in was no problems, and even the peacemaker division seemed calmer when he brought her along.
"Earth to Ryu, are you going to stand there all day?" Ryu turned to her, and then glanced to the mayor, giving a sad sigh.
Nina tilted her head, her eyes opened and confused.
"Something wrong Ryu?" She asked calmly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Ryu shook his head, glancing around the ever so normal town, somehow, everyone seemed calm, like there wasn't a threat. Walking inside the inn, he strolled over to the counter, once more clarifying for a room, and this time getting one. They walked up the
"Well, when we first met, the town wanted you out a.s.a.p. and yet, this town and Ronsdale seem to welcome you." Ryu commented, as the two walked over and into their room, Ryu walking over to the couch.
"So you think this could be a trap?" Nina asked uneasy.
"Wouldn't be surprised, but for now, let's get a room, cause I at least would like a break. " He said, stretching his arms out as he yawned, falling down flat on the couch, sighing with exhaustion.
"Tired are we?"
"With all this hell, who wouldn't, but for now, I should rest while I have a chance." He said, stretching his arms out, yawning as he did. "Still, I wonder what they are planning to do next?" He said silently to himself, looking up at the ceiling.
***
The doors opened slowly, a loud creaking echoed throughout the large room, several cowboy dressed men walked in, hauling rifles over their shoulders, they walked up in the center of the room, the man in the chair glancing to them, with an ever so frowning face as he laid eyes upon the thugs.
"Gentlemen, scumbags, brutes, whatever the hell you're defined as, I have called you here with an offer I doubt you will refuse. Your target to kill is a top ranking peacemaker, as for the Fae, I want her alive, or else. you can the reward." He said ever so raspy.
The men were dressed in clothing almost easily ripped off of a western movie set, but these guys had a few additions, with the exception of a few of them wearing masks, or something that concealed their face. One a hockey mask, another with strips of clothing around his face like a mummy; the rest though wore either a bandana or scarf over their mouths and glasses with tinted shades to conceal their eyes.
"Just what the hell is our reward if we do help you out?" One of them demanded angrily.
"Yeah, just how much you pay 'in us?" Another demanded.
"An amount worthy, considering it is an easy task, the sum of around fifty thousand dollars to each of you is the reward. if you complete this task flawlessly, otherwise. " He looked to each of them slowly, a grim smile formed from his lips.
"Spare us the details, we aren't crack heads like your flunkies, just have that money ready when we return. then the Fae is yours." The one in the hockey masked replied, turning around as he walked out, the others following him closely behind, the doors slamming shut from behind them.
"Fifty thousand dollars, your either slick or stupid, we don't have enough money to even pay them right now, what good is it to offer them so much in vain." One of them whined.
"Bah, it is no problem, once we have the Fae, our buyers will pay our price, remember, their desperate for the girl, but to soil their hands. well, that's why we were hired. to get the girl for their own sake, hahahaha!" he replied, laughing loudly.
"And yet you haven't got your ass up and tried to finish the job yourself, how pitiful, the mastermind of the black market, sending others to do his own dirty work, your nothing but a damned coward." The wise cracking smart ass always replied rudely.
"Shut the hell up, I didn't ask for your damn opinion, and you bastards better fork over that payment, remember, don't double cross us, got it!?" The boss yelled, slamming his fists on the table.
The man only laughed, giving a smug smile to the boss.
"You're the ones capable of double crossing, we are honest in dealings, as long as you don't rat us out, we won't have to run this little crime consortium down into the ground, is that understood?" The wise cracker snapped, only this time the boss sighed deeply.
"Do I look that stupid to you, considering I am boss of this place, rather then a lowly little guinea pig like you?" He responded, each of the seven men around ohhhing at how their bossed had just whored the smart ass.
"I guess you aren't as stupid as you look, but don't get so cocky, until the Fae is in this room, then you will get your money. remember the council is not one that allows someone to take their time, your deadline is already overdue." He replied.
"They should be patient, they know full well the Fae's are highly skilled in magic. chances are that Peacemaker is getting help from her. unless the brass has a better idea of capturing her, then tell them to send it to me!" The boss demanded crossing his arms, a cruel smug curled on his lips.
"Geez, I'm just warning you, the council is getting very angry with these failures, they won't tolerate them any longer, best get the job done, if those outlaws screw up, you're going to have to capture the Fae yourself, I cannot do anything else to help you. I have pulled every string I can, but your in over your neck, failure is not anymore an option, I suggest you get ready, cause knowing anything; those outlaws. are no match for the Fae, nor her guard. " The figure mentioned solemnly, giving a toothy smiled to the boss.
***
Wes sat in the ever so calm bar, sitting at the counter, his right elbow on the bar stand, his left hand grasping the ale filled mug, sipping the alcohol down slowly. He didn't drink often, but it was his only way to at least forget some of the past. He didn't feel pity for any trouble he brought to anyone, to him it was just a way of life. He always was known for trouble, at least when it came to flirting, he always came on strong because that was just how he was, a hopeless flirt who wanted girls for sex.
Though he somehow went to far when he touched them in many places, perhaps it was true as the sayings went, 'curiosity killed the cat', but in this case, it injured Wes. The bartender, a chubby short trim bearded man wearing a white short sleeved shirt, an apron on the front possibly to cover his cloths, his brown almond eyes glanced down to the woren, as he walked over, couching on purpose to attract the woren's attention.
"Don't tell me an sexual predator like you is all bent out of shape because of being caught by the two thugs. then again, you were let off easy, last scoundrel who touched the mayors daughter was hung only two hours after he tried to rape her, you. well, guess the guy's a bit soft, people these days are up for either Dimmsdale, Hwang San, or Mandrel, we don't get many customers around her compared to the old days." The bartender said, the woren only leaning his head closer to the table, letting go of his mug, groaning in despair, he glimpsed up with an exasperated grin, staring straight into the bartenders eyes.
"Listen chubby, unless you have a clue where the hell the Black Market is, then just shut up, and find someone else to rabble to." Wes snapped ignorantly back.
The bartender only grabbed the mug, lifting it over Wes own head, dumping the entire cup of ale onto the woren's greasy golden hair, Wes sprang immediately up, thrashing at the now ale soaked hair that he had, trying to get the ale that hadn't been absorbed by his strings of hair off.
"If you don't have something nice to say to the bartender, then get the hall out, I don't need your kind here giving me a lip load, so scram!" The bartender bellowed, Wes looking to him, a grim glance within his eyes, as he lifted both of his hands up, giving the finger to the tender before walking to the exit, taking the huge coffin with him, he took out his sunglasses, still walking to where his main destination was.
"Every bar in any town, the guys just try and make conversation. but none have damn clue to where the hell the black market is. just my luck." He muttered to himself, taking out a cigar, along with a lighter, flipping the switch until a small but still dancing orange ember of flame swirled, lighting the wrapped strips of tobacco that were within the cigar.
He took a deep puff, feeling the ever so soothing vibes flow through his brain, easing the pain, the sadness, the depression. No matter how hard he tried drinking, he always ended up awake in an alleyway, his face covered with vomit, and a very bad hangover. He smoked for around ten months, always buying cigars, never the cigarettes; those to him were both weak and pathetic. He then took up smoking the next thing in line, since then he had been a free-lance mercenary, working jobs of taking out bandits, and the usual bounty hunts. All for money, and for a box of sweet cigars, the best thing he ever had put in his mouth.
"Better get back to the hotel, Ryu and Nina are waiting for me." He thought, heading on down the road, back to the hotel, where they planned to stay. He knew it had to be the one Ryu tried earlier; the price was unbeatable that you would have to be an idiot to turn the place down.
He looked around, seeing only a few travelers, one minillo merchant, the orange and grass green tunic and white shorts that covered the chubby fish's body, his large rounded tummy, and his sitting flat down on the ground, stuffing his face with seeds already could give anyone the idea that he was nothing but a sluggish, gluttonous, and despicable price charging merchant. Stuffing his mouth full of the bag of beans that was next to him, he ignored the complaints of several angry customers already yelling at the top of their lungs at him.
Wes watched, only for a short while, as he turned, walking away from the crowd gathering scene. It wasn't that normal to him, almost every minillo was known for trouble, and this wasn't the first time he saw anything like this. He had seen this happen often in any town, every minillo seemed to charge a price that was more then the thing was worth, but also acted rudely, from giving smart remarks, to loud cursing. Wes had one time before actually beat the crap out of one for charging around three thousand zenny for a few chains of bullets for his chain gun.
He closed his eyes shaking his head at the thought, as he remembered, that was perhaps the day he proved to be stronger then he ever had anticipated, only one swing of the fist, and he sent the minillo flying back, smashing into the shelf of numerous items behind him, as many fell to the ground, scattered greatly around the floor. Flat on the ground the minillo laid, lying there unconscious, twitching from the hit, Wes only glanced in shock, he couldn't believe what he had done, one shot, and the minillo went flying back. He though only grabbed the bullets and paid around two-thirds of the price, grabbing the bullets, as he ran off.
"And I wasn't charged for it at all. I guess I can be called a cheapskate." He sarcastically commented to himself.
***
Motors roared loudly, as sand carts drove at high speeds around the endless wasteland, spitting sand from behind. Their carts colored with ivory black pain, with a crimson dark red scorpion tail painted on the front, and side areas. Loud howls could be heard, as they roared by. The men were dressed alike, with long black jeans, crimson red vest jacket, a normal sized helmet, with pilot goggles on each of them, marking of a scorpion were painted all around their helmets.
Five to nine of the carts drove in packs, but each pursued one thing, a large, metal grey colored, transport caravan, that drove at an average speed, maintaining it even as the carts closed in on the caravan. The one in the main lead drove behind the caravan, aligning itself to the backside, the shotgun sitter stood, taking out a machine gun, they shot recklessly as ever, their bullets piercing the sides of the caravan, laughing like wild hyena's as the truck started swerving rapidly.
Slowly the caravan slowed down, the gunner in lead steered sharply off the course, the sand cart flipped over three times, landing on the underside up. Each of the sand carts the bandit's still had surrounded the truck, each holding a gun at the car, waiting or the men to walk out. Those around the windshield area shot furiously, only making multiple dents in the thick glassed windshield, gunshots echoed throughout the area, howls of war cries spread through the area, as the men shot for a long while, only making a few dents within the windshield, the body frame, and blowing the tires out.
They halted their fire; dust surrounded the caravan, as each of them men awaited. Several men walked out, dressed within the usual tunics, sombreros, jackets, pants, leather boots, and masks, each looking out to the men.
"Well, lookie her, hey fella's ain't it a bit late to be dressing up for Halloween?" One of the men commented, with the irritating laughter of the entire bandits laughing loudly.
"Too bad you won't be alive when Halloween does come fool!"
The Scorpion Thugs only snickered, aiming their guns towards the men.
"Your one to talk for a bunch of sissies in masks, take them off, or are you to scared to have us see you crying." Another of the members commented, snickering once more.
"Well you pack of retarded wolves, I think we shall." The outlaw's removed their masks, as each of the Scorpion Thugs faces went to a dumbfounded glance.
"I-I-It's them, shoot'em, kill them!!" The leader yelled, as gunshots soon commenced, one to another.
***
"Woren!!"
Wes turned, his eyes widened dumbfounded, as he removed his sunglasses, watching as the girl he had harassed from this morning ran towards him. Her face this time though had tears already streaming down her face, frowning in discomfort.
"Huh, why the long face. is something.?"
"My father. the mayor. armed men. holding. him at..gunpoint. "
"You fathers in danger!? By whom!?"
"Men. brutes. thugs. cloaked in masks. I beg of you. help me!!"
"Damn, better get the peacemaker for this one." Wes muttered hesitatingly.
***
Ryu sat at the table, eating a cup of ramen, slurping it loudly and disgustingly into his mouth, Nina, who sat on the opposite side of him, made degusted faces at him, as he slurped each of the numerous strands of noodles into his mouth.
"Ryu, must make such loud sick slurps, it's. very disturbing." She said, whimpering in disgust.
Ryu set down his chopsticks, glancing over to her with his emerald colored eyes, smirking as he gulped down the noodles he had already slurped into his mouth. He gave a more mockerish grin, sticking out his tongue, as he went back to eating his ramen once more.
"I haven't eaten ramen in a long time, so don't ruin the moment Nina." He said, slurping his noodles into his mouth more, Nina shivering at the loud long slurps he constantly made.
Instantly Wes opened the door, running in at a predators speed, he stopped immediately in front of where the two were seated, placing his hands on his chest, a he breathed deeply. His face a flush red, his jaw wide open taking in deep breaths of air each second, sweat beads streaming down his forehead, and onto the table. His scent though was over-powered by the smell of smoke, one of a mixing of tobacco and fire.
"Wes, why do you smell like smoke?" Nina said, holding her nostrils shut with her two fingers.
Wes glanced to her, removing his shades, as he took a deep sigh.
"I smoke cigars, and please spare me 'don't you know it kills you' cause I could care less." He spat, glancing around back to Ryu.
"Peacemaker, my father, the mayor, he is being held at gunpoint!?" Came a pleading voice, as the mayors daughter walked in, her eyes wet in tears, and her face frowning.
Ryu set his cup of ramen noodle's down, glancing up at her with an emotionless face, as he took a deep sigh, as he glanced to her straight in the eyes, and then glanced to Wes with an infuriated grin on his face.
"Woren, why the hell are you not out there taking care of this?" Ryu remarked harshly.
"That's Wes to you, and why the hell aren't you out there helping? You are Peacemaker; it's your god damn job!!" Wes yelled, as he slapped the cup of ramen out of Ryu's hand, the cup making a soft thud on the tile floor, the noodles, cut vegetables, and soup dripping onto the floor.
Ryu glanced up to Wes, growling angrily, he leaped out of his chair, tackling Wes to the ground, his hands wrapped around the Woren's throat, Wes grasping Ryu's shoulders, roaring a war cry at Ryu, the two struggles, tumbling around the ground, smashing into the table, the legs breaking apart as they smashed into the tables and chairs.
"RYU! WES!! STOP THIS!!" Nina yelled, watching as the two fought bitterly.
"How dare you knock my meal on the floor, especially my ramen!!" Ryu shouted squeezing more tightly on Wes neck.
"Ramen, RAMEN!! Is that all you can think about at a time like this!?" Wes replied bitterly.
"Grrr, why don't you take care of this. by my guess, you are a mercenary, and how else would you get the money for your cigars!" Ryu said defensively.
Wes finally shoved Ryu off of him, sending the Peacemaker into a table, the impact smashing the legs to the table, fine china falling to the ground, shattering into millions of pieces. Ryu groaned, but stood staggeringly to his feet. With a loud cry, he ran forth, tackling Wes to the ground, Ryu thrashed violently with his fists in the Woren's face.
"BREAK IT UP NOW!!" Nina yelled, as she unleashed a paralyze spell, the two immediately fell to the ground, blinking, as they grunted, unable to move.
Nina grinned furiously down to them, her hands on her waist, as she narrowed her eyes towards Ryu, who only gave a sad puppy dog eye glance back to her. Breathing with an intense pace, she slowly calmed down, sighing deeply in relief. Glancing at the two, she shook her head, the two never did seem to stop fighting, ever since they met, they ended up at some point arguing, and nearly at each others throat. She only felt weaker when she watched them, it was sad enough just to even witness it.
"NINA!!" Both yelled furiously.
"Ryu, you're the one who started this, your worse then a kid crying over spilled milk, you're a boy enraged by spilled soup." She stated with disappointment.
"Nina, get us up already, I doubt the mayors daughter would come here and get us unless-"
"Attention Peacemaker, considering you have yet to show up, we have concluded that the girl hasn't given you the message, we outlaws have decided to relay it to you the best way we know how. We'll wait in the fountain in the plaza, and we're giving you seven minutes to get here, best hurry if you want the mayor to still have a head!!" The man said with a serious tone that indicated he wasn't holding back the option of murder.
The voice was transmitted by the emergency line that was used whenever a heavy wind funnel was on its way. Nina sighed, looking at the two again, as she released them from their paralyzed state. Both stood, stretching their muscles, looking to one another, they gave scowling faces, before walking off in opposite direction. Ryu walked to the couch, were he left his jacket, placing it on himself, sliding his arms through the sleeves, he picked up his belt, latching it up to his waist, walking out the door, he glanced to his right, finding Wes leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and eyes closed, waiting for Ryu to suit up.
"Well, bout time!" Wes muttered harshly.
"Shut up, and let's get this over with. I'm already pissed off since I didn't finish my succulent roman that I just want to finish this quick!" Ryu replied, walking rudely past the towering woren.
Wes said nothing, he picked up his coffin that was laid against the wall, as he followed Ryu out the door, swaying his tail back and forth, Nina followed behind them, the three walked out, as many of the citizens remained hidden, not a soul could be spotted in sight.
***
Hot, humid, and bright, the sun shined down on the desert at a ninety degree angle, straight and vertical, beating down on anyone who was within its shining presence. Through the desert a jeep sped through at a regular speed, Draco at the wheel, focusing only on the endless sandy wasteland, it was hard enough to even know when a mirage was even around. Draco though noticed already knew when there was one, his experience in traveling, and what he was about to set eyes on was a true.
He slammed on the breaks, slowing to a halt, in the sand. He only remained emotionless, staring at the few wrecked cars, shoved over, and the numerous bodies lying all along the ground. Slowly, he reached for the door handle, pulling it open, as he walked out, looking along the ground.
"Draco, you crazy. this is a trap.it's to-"
Draco raised a hand, telling her to shut up for the while being, he strolled along, looking at the bodies, bullet wounds around the critical area's, many headless, or with a bullet lodged into the forehead, he glanced to the wreaked vehicles, shaking his head as he spotted them.
"This is no trap Lecha. it is the work of highly trained experts. "
Lecha glanced, around; the sight was not one she was sickened by, as she witnessed murder on numerous occasions. She walked to his side, glancing around.
"Experts. you know who the murderers are?" She asked surprisingly, Draco only shook his head, walking to one of the flipped vehicles, as his eyes widened from behind his sky blue shades, his jaw dropping.
"THAT MARK. IT. COULDN'T BE. "
He turned, running to the car, Lecha followed closely behind him, feeling already her love was in pain.
"Draco. what is it that has got you-"
He hopped in, starting the truck up once more, as it was turned off to reduce engine abuse and overheating.
"Ryu in for trouble, that is the work of pro outlaws, men equal to my level. and if they kill Ryu. well, I guess I won't get the chance to repay him!" He replied, stepping hard on the accelerator as the jeep sped out once more.
***
The three walked out into the deserted town, into the brick laid fountain, where a huge fountain of marble designed carvings, with a female figure in the middle holding a huge jug of water over her right shoulders, gallons of water gushing out and into the fountain. There stood five men, one holding a shotgun to the head of the mayor, the other four surrounding him on every four directions, guarding their comrade from any sniper attacks.
Ryu and his two companions cautiously approached, staring to the masked fiends that held the mayor at gunpoint. Slowly and cautiously they approached, the outlaws glanced over to their opposites.
"Bout time you got here, we thought you would never arrive. so now, here's the deal. hand over the Fae, and the mayor won't get his head blown off. Now then, is it a deal?" He asked seriously.
"Depends, first, why don't you remove those stupid masks, cowards. then I'll decide whether or not the Fae is yours." Ryu replied, Nina wide eyed by his compromise.
"I guess he does deserve to get a view of us, since we are famous, he has earned the right to lay eyes on us." One of the men mentioned, removing their masked, Ryu and Wes immediately went wide eyed as they gazed at the faces of perhaps the most crudest men around.
"I am sure you know who we are." One muttered, smiling evilly.
Ryu knew each just by their looks, all of them were beyond wanted by bounty hunters, they were wanted perhaps worldwide, but for a long time they eluded their friends.
Jason 'King of Thieves' Cannon, wanted for several robberies, from highly secured banks, antiques worth millions in museums, and other expensive materials.
J.C. 'Master Con Artist' Henry wanted for several schemes that ripped off both government officials, to corporations, in addition, murdering many who discovered his true plans. He made a huge fortune off his con schemes, but it all was confiscated when he invested it in a bank under a fake name. Since then, he was last known to have gone underground.
David 'The Ripper' Macintyre, known to have given a present to his targets, with blood written words, mostly, 'Kill you' was all that was known to be written. His methods were simple, slit, stab or shoot, he left his victims with their hearts removed from their chest, and placed them in a blood stained present box, leaving it next to the victims. He was considered a novel antagonist, as he reflected each murder off a villain in one of the famous books known throughout time, "Jack the Ripper".
Chris 'Punk-Ass' Baldwin, besides being a public enemy, he was known for being an anarchist, with buying weapons and carrying out attacks against authorities and Peacemakers, as many of the men had also done.
Finally, Rodney 'The Idiot' Collins, known full well as a complete fool when it came to any type of crime, he was known for screwing up anything, and turning anything so simple into a disaster on wheels.
Ryu knew each well, they had murdered perhaps ten to thirty Peacemakers, most rookies, but Ryu stayed calm, he wasn't going to let his anger take over, and end up dead because he was to blind to even focus on his enemy. Each were human, Jason and Chris being on the chubby side, the others on skinny side, while Rodney was a bit plump, but nowhere near fat. Each scruffy and with a sadistic smile, their eyes shined with pure malice, just by the pupils in their eyes.
Though the other four men drew out their guns, ready to kill the guys on sight, indeed they were not planning on letting the men leave; they just wanted to dupe them into letting their guard down. Ryu reached for his gun, but he was too slow to grasp and fire; Wes in the blink of an eye seemed to teleport right to where the gunmen, who was none other then Rodney. Wes rammed hard with his bulky shoulder, sending him flying back, weapon flying out of his hands and onto the ground. Jason and Chris immediately raised their guns to the Woren, the other two aimed for Ryu.
Wes already had agility beyond the men, and strength of a bull, nobody could match him. Wes punched hard, sending Jason and Chris down to the ground, the two dropping their guns, as they struggled to get back up, Wes stood, glancing to the two others.
Ryu dashed forth, charging towards J.C. and David, he grasped the hilt of his sword. Nina meanwhile cast a thrashing wind spell at the ever so foolish outlaw, the force throwing the fool off his feet, as he landed roughly on his ass. Ryu dashed forth, teeth clenched, eyes narrowed threateningly.
"THIS ONE'S FOR THE ROOKIES YOU COWARD!!" Ryu yelled, as he swung his sword forth, the sharp edge sliced directly through the flesh of David's neck, Ryu stopped only for a short second, as the head fell down to the ground softly, blood trickling out of the now headless body.
Ryu felt still at peace, but he struck only at David first because of all the recent events in the past, from what David did was beyond unforgivable, he murdered rookies right on their first day, when they had just entered, the Ripper sent a threat message, a present with bloody letters, just to psyche them out, eventually, at the moment of relief, he struck, leaving them dead, their hearts cut out and placed on top of their bodies, in a bloody mess of gore. Ryu though had little time to think, as J.C. was still standing, and was armed with a rifle.
J.C. fired upon Ryu's standing spot, the Peacemaker evaded with a quick roll, as he dashed off evading the shots. Pulling his gun from his holster, he fired to rounds; the first shot forcing the gun from J.C.'s hands, the second wounded his hands. Wes meanwhile, still punching and tossing the two chubby ass bastards around, continued his assault, bashing them one by one in the face, his knuckles cracking at their chubby but still weak chins.
"You fucking bastard, I'll kill you!" Chris muttered angrily, as he stood back up, staggering in pain, blood seeping down his fat cheeks, breathing heavily.
"Pussy, you're going down!!" Jason muttered, as he ran, arms out ready to grasp him for a bear hug.
Wes immediately lifted only one foot up, landing his flat foot into the face of the idiot, sending him down to the ground, with a loud smack. Chris pulled out a knife, and ran forth behind the woren, ready to stab the feline in the back, but unlike his slow human reflexes, his feet pushed him off from the ground, as the flipped over the ever so slow chubby human, as he brought his right arm back, and slapped his hand around the spin of the chubby bastard sending him to the ground in one hit.
"Hah, beating your asses up is more fun then wasting my ammo on you oversized rumps.hahahahahaha!" He snickered, smiling proudly.
Ryu evaded his enemy once more, dodging each of the ever so accurate shots, each blazed by.
"Hey Peacemaker, do yourself a favor and get a decent haircut!" J.C. mocked, as he shot once more at the fleeing peacemaker.
Ryu though fired three warning shots at the feet of con artist, before he finally made his way up to J.C., pressing the gun against the fiend's forehead.
"Why don't you do yourself a favor, and learn how to shoot a gun. in the afterlife!!" Ryu commented brightly.
Flipping him a toothy smile, his index finger slowly pulled down on the trigger, J.C. stood wide eyed, jaw flapped open, his pupils gazing at the smirking Peacemaker in fear, as Ryu pulled the trigger down fully, delivering a bullet into the forehead of the ultimate con artist, Nina glancing over, as she gasped, seeing the dead man laying down on the ground in front of Ryu, leaking blood all over the ground. He smiled, placing his gun back into his holster.
"Long hair is here to stay. so bite me con artist." Ryu remarked, spitting upon the dead corps as he ran his fingers through his ponytail.
She stared horrified at the sigh, she couldn't believe what she was witnessing, and there Ryu stood, emotionless, not feeling any guilt with how he murdered the bastard in such cold blood. Nina dashed over, tears streaming down from her eyes, as she slammed her fists onto his chest, sobbing ever so distressed.
"H-how. how can you murder him. how could you kill them in such a vicious manner! Why. why did you do it?" She demanded Ryu remaining ever so silent.
Wes, taking out a cigar to smoke, looked over his enemies, including the K.O.'d Rodney, who seemed already dulled eyed from all the magic spells Nina casting upon him. His ears twitched, as he turned, glancing in the distance, his teeth clenched, as he opened up his coffin, which was nearby, taking out his loaded chain guns, and glancing in the far off distance.
"Nina, gets the mayor inside, Ryu, reloads your weapon, we're not through with them all just yet!!" Wes yelled, as he narrowed his eyes to the exit, knowing trouble was about to come driving into town.
Nina sighed, taking the mayors arm, as he gladly accepted, she escorted him back to his manor, Ryu and Wes remained in town, glancing to the entrance, strands of sand blew wildly in the distance.
"What ya hearing in them cat ears of yours Wes?" Ryu asked in a suspicious, yet country style tone and grammar.
"The purring of an engine, six hundred series model twelve, advancing speed by the way the san flowing in the distance and more then one." Wes replied, opening his coffin up, grasping his two mini guns up, and cracking a smile on his face.
There in the distance they drove, four of them, on dark colored bikes, painted with demonic symbols, and the men dressed in black leather jackets. Their helmet shades covered with a three-dimensional glowing multi colored skulls, as they drove forth towards the two brave heroes standing forth before them. Wes took out his sunglasses, placing them over his face, as he then took out a cigar, placing it within his mouth, taking out a lighter, and lit his cigar up, puffing in the ever so soothing tobacco.
"Ready Ryu?" He asked bracingly.
Ryu calmly opened the round rotating slots barrel, reloading his gun, as he locked it in place, taking aim on the oncoming renegades of hell. Ryu gave a nod, as the two looked on, but the shape eyes and instincts of the woren already told him the men were packing heat, ruger rifles each held, and were planning on using them to kill them.
"Evasive maneuvers!!" Wes yelled, as he ran to the house nearest to him, Ryu following by going in the opposite direction.
Rapid shots opened in both directions, Ryu made his way inside, as the shots blew through the door, one landing directly into his right shoulder, he growled in pain feeling it.
"Damn, just my luck. My good arm is injured, and I'm facing the most fearsome bike riders around." He muttered, grasping his bleeding wound.
The men stepped off, snickering ever so deeply. Wes stayed calm, he had battled before, but exciting and fearful as it was, he was still calm enough to remain more alert, and not be caught off guard. The four men got off their bikes, two in red and black going to where Ryu was, the ones dressed in blood red and dark purple walked slowly to where the woren was hiding.
"Yeah, that's right. c'mon in, ya bastards. your going down. my bullets will tear you limb from limb." Wes said to himself.
Ryu waited in the bar, slowly looping a piece of string around the trigger, as he placed it around the area where the fools would walk in. He dashed away, taking evasion behind a table, breathing carefully, still holding onto his wound. Slowly the men walked in, their feet tapping slowly as they strolled into the room, looking from one side to another, Ryu breathed silently, as he pulled the trigger, giving one shot off, the bullet striking one of the thugs within the arm.
"He's around here, time we bring him out, aye Duncan?" One of them mentioned.
"Affirmative Mac!" His partner replied, as the two gave off rapid shots all around, Ryu laid flat to the floor, as the bullets flew by.
A few seconds went by, as the bullets stop, dust floated in the air, Ryu waited patiently, timing his move just right, he lunged out at a speed faster then the men could ever track, and he tackled one of the treacherous foes, driving his sword deep into the heart of the foe. Duncan's partner shot once more at Ryu, who rolled to the right, grasping the ruger the first foe dropped, as he returned fire to the foe, delivering many bullets to the chest of his enemy, the foe dropped his gun, falling to the ground, his jaw wide open, and his chest bleeding ever so quickly.
Ryu remained ever so still, his eyes shocked, the power, it was just like that one time, when he saved Nina, the same strength, the speed, all of his fears seemed to just fade away, and now, it was gone, as quick as it came.
"Damn. I guess I am more skilled then I though, wait til the boss hears this!" Ryu mentioned embarrassingly.
Gunshots rang loudly across the street, inside the abandoned antiques shot, Wes and the two flunkies exchanged fire, bullet holes already filled the room, as each passing moments, one fired back, Wes bullets nearly hitting their targets. He leaned behind the wooden pillar, waiting for the men to fire once more. The two charged in from both sides, ready for an ambush, as they softly approached the wooden pillar, the two suddenly leaped forth, rugers ready to fire, as they glanced at the empty area, nobody stood there, not a trace or hid of anything remained there.
"Yoo-hoo up here!?" He yelled, the men looking up, as they opened fire, but only shattering the chandelier the woren onto.
He chucked one of his guns violently down at the men, smashing the man hard in the skull, upon impact; the chain gun smashed the thugs head open. The woren at the same time opened fire on the other man, the bullets piercing through the man's body, forcing him off of his feet and onto the ground, where he bleed devastatingly. Wes only sighed, walking open, and picking up the heavy chain gun, and throwing over his shoulders.
"I guess you bastards are getting soft, picking on only unarmed men, and killing people when their backs are turned, it's no wonder I beat your asses in such a short time." He muttered, blowing the smoked out of his mouth.
The two walked out, Ryu still holding onto his wound as he collapsed down to the ground. Wes walked out, his coffin behind his back, the cigar still in his mouth; he turned to his left side, finding Nina running back over to Ryu, kneeling down, as she touched his would.
"I'm fine Nina, just a wound to my good arm." He answered calmly, but still jagged voice.
"You still should have me heal it." She said, slowly casting a spell, as the wound closed up, the blood still on the coat, as Ryu stood to his feet, looking at Wes.
"I can't believe we took out the legendary outlaws, for men who have honorable gun skills, I don't get how we took them out so easily." Ryu mentioned, curiously.
"Um. you didn't, I cast a spell that slowed them down, including the four thugs on bikes." She replied, smiling in victory.
"Figures, why else would we be able to take them out, they didn't earn their names and live this long without traits of a gunsmith." Wes mentioned, puffing in some smoke.
***
Out of town, at a unseen distance, Draco remained seated, his hands behind his back, as he sat relaxingly, smiling with his eyes gazing up at the ever blue and cloudless sky.
"Well, are we going in or not?" Lecha asked impatiently.
Draco was reluctant to answer at first, but she did deserve to know.
"Let him rest. he at least has faced enough for today. well get him another time." He replied lazily.
"Going soft are we?" She asked annoyingly.
"Don't even start. just don't even start, please." He said in a mellow tone.
***
"Yeah, and six dead, at least I will get a payment from the Station for this. " Ryu mentioned crossing his arms with a wide smiling joyfully at his victory.
"Ryu. about that. " Nina's face glanced unhappily to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Why the down face Nina?" Ryu asked.
She breathed deeply, sobbing ever so loudly, clenching her fist, she glanced up with tears streaming down her cheeks, taking a deep breath, she yelled loudly.
"Why. why did you kill them. what right do you have to even kill them. to murder someone who even if they have killed so many. they deserve to have a second chance. nobody has the power to take ones life, there is no right in murder, no matter what motives or reasons there are, it is unjustified!" Nina muttered, sobbing as she spoke.
Ryu shook his head; he had dealt with this before, being called a murderer, criticized to be no different then the criminals he hunted, and told he is nothing more then a punk. He though learned to only counter comment it, but Nina was someone who seemed to know so little about the planet, and yet she was asking for him to let these scumbags live.
"Nina, I told you when we first met, this world. it is not one of peace, it one of suffering, of struggle, and of survival. These punks, these fools, these murderers, they are the reason everything on this wasteland is horrible, they may not have planned to become this, but they followed that path, and they killed innocent lives just for their own gain, their own survival, taking from others, and earning such heavy bounties on their heads. they should be dealt death, they have no right to go around and stir up so much mayhem, it is their folly, and their own foolish plans have earned them the right to die!" Ryu remarked harshly, his eyes already glowed with a tiny lit ember.
Nina stood, cringing in fear, inhaling much faster then before, her face turning beet red.
"Your.You're nothing more then a outlaw yourself, your no different then Draco, or the heartless bastards who are after me, your nothing more then a murderous bastard!!" She screamed angrily back.
Ryu froze, glancing slowly up at her, with an emotionless face, as he pulled out his gun, and pointed it to Nina, who gasped frighteningly as she jumps startled.
"Say that again you good-for-nothing bitch. c'mon, say it again. call me a murderous bastard. what, scared I am one. scared I will kill you!! Huh, well. " Ryu yelled back, as he held his gun, his arms shaking lightly.
Wes looked up, he didn't plan to get involved, as he thought Ryu would be able to keep his cool, but as things went to hell, he knew it was going to be time for him to step in and break it up. Ryu already had a red face, and with the tone of his loud and enraged voice, it was obvious he had snapped, and a chance of him unleashing a round off was a seventy five percent chance. Once more placing the coffin to the ground, he took out the two chain guns, and shot one up in the air, drawing both Ryu and Nina's attentions. The miracle was Ryu didn't fire one shot off.
"Ryu, calm your ass down, your already hot headed enough to just go berserk, so I suggest you just take a hike, leave Nina to me, don't worry, I don't plan to even make a move. you have my word, I won't dare lay a hand on her private parts." Ryu glanced menacingly at the Woren for a short while, but turned, walking off, not saying a word.
Wes then glanced to the Fae, who smiled graciously, as she slowly tiptoed over.
"Wes. thanks." She said warmheartedly, as she wrapped her arms tightly around him.
"Woah there Nina, I hate to say this, but I am not siding with you, Ryu is right, this world is one of survival, your asking me and him to do something that is outrageous. This isn't some cartoon where the hero fights his opponents with skills he had gained over years of experience, this is reality, and outlaws lie more often just to get you off guard, even if I didn't kill those two fat fools, I still agree on one thing, harden fools like them deserve nothing more then to die. you little birdy need to learn that this isn't New Wyndia, your clan's morals have no part in a world they long ago shut themselves off from fifty years ago, so frankly, I doubt many of us should give respect to them, nothing more then cowards is all they even are." He replied, taking the cigar out of his mouth, as he breathed in some deep air, before placing it back in.
Nina stood there speechless, her face both surprised, and ashamed. Once more, she started crying, the tears streaming out much more rapidly this time, as she turned around, covering her face as she ran off, sobbing the whole way, as she ran all the way back to the hotel, opening the door, running to the bedroom, as she locked the door. She jumped onto the bed, shielding her face with her arms, as she cried sadly onto the bed. For once in her entire life, she felt like an outcast, she felt betrayed; she felt the whole world had turned on her.
Next Chapter:
Serenity Hollow, some call it a place of sin, with the prostitution that is run there. Others however consider it to be one of the best places to ever take a vacation at. For a Peacemaker like me, it is the one place to not only take a relaxing vacation to, but also the only place that can tell me where I can find the black market.
Next Time: Last Stand