I don't own marvel but if I did hot damn it would be sexy
Chapter 2 the beast inside me
Stryker had for the first time ever was in complete control,
"And to think if our parents had never died none of this would have happened" Stryker thought to him self, as he walked down the street thinking back to his 'birth'.
James had a family once, his father Alex, mother Alice, and younger brother John. He must have been about twelve when his parents, both globe trotting archeologists think Indiana Jones but less interesting, had flown him and his brother out to the middle east to explore some ancient ziggurat. After the first day James wanted no more of the desert heat and biting flies of the ruins and opted to stay in the hotel a move he would regret the rest of his life. For on day three of the dig some nomads found out about the dig and didn't take kindly to a bunch of westerners digging through 'their' ruins and killed them, all. James was watching the television and eating a bowl of cereal when he heard a knock on the hotel door he got up and answered it at the door were the hotel manager and a priest. The manager spoke first, the words seeming to have no sound at all
"I regret to have to inform you but there was an attack on the dig site your family was working at .They are presumed dead".".
James shut down after that, and so Stryker was born back then he merely kept James moving doing no more than the basics eating, sleeping, going to the bathroom heck James wasn't even aware that he was merely tugging the leash of a beast. Now the beast is free after years of cultivation, being raised in the gun slinger ninja clan by his fathers best friend.
Stryker still walking down the street dug deep into James 's memories him self not being fully 'awakened' at the time. James had just returned home from the closed casket funeral of his family alls they had found of his younger brother was blood and clothing like he had been hit with a grenade. He was all alone in his family's large house and that fact sunk in at that time, James's loneliness and the fact he'd probably become a ward of the state if no one came to claim him are what cut the deepest at that time. just then he felt a draft. He didn't remember opening a window and got up to close it , when he turned around a Japanese man about the age of James's father in all black was there to greet him.
"James my boy my how you have grown you probably don't remember me but I am your god father and have come to get you." he said, "Oh you probably don't even remember my name I am Yoshimitzu Morimoto, and I'm very sorry for your loss because your father was a dear friend of mine for the longest time. We went to college together and had met each other several times before that too. I also knew your mother from college as well." Yoshimitzu said reminiscing.
James had stood there like an idiot slack jawed wondering how the hell this guy had gotten in and if he was even telling the truth but then something told him to go with the man that some thing had been Stryker.
Stryker had made his way to the high end clothing district area of LA and walked in the nearest tailor's shop that specialized in leather the tailor came out of the back wearing a purple silk shirt and very tight leopard print pants his hair was perfectly styled and his nails perfectly manicured then he saw Stryker and said
"Oh no, no, no get your smelly home less self out of my shop the soup kitchen is three blocks over " he said with heavy lisp ,
Then Stryker pulled out the roll of hundreds he had gotten from the pimp and said
"Spare no expence see I was just mugged of my clothing and need new clothes for a date tonight" he said lying about everything.
"Well then sir right this way , I'm getting this kind of sexy, biker, outlaw, James Bond vibe from you so well go with all dark colors of the highest quality leather and silk and ill put in extra seems for added mobility and more pockets then you'll know what to do with " he said in an even heaver lisp as he pushed Stryker over to the pedestal for measurements paying extra attention to Stryker's 'in seem'.
"You see I'm thinking some nice silk shirts and maybe a vest then I've got this fabulous midnight blue leather duster and steel toed boots with built in knife and gun holsters " the now obviously gay tailor said as he pulled out the boots and coat, the coat was a full length duster covered in pockets inside and out and even had a shot gun holster sown into the inside of it. It also had two metal reinforced strips that arched over the shoulders and metal 'ribs ' were riveted into place over the rib area of the coat .
"That will do just fine " Stryker said "and how much for all of this?"
"Normally about 2000 but for you my friend I can sell for 1000" the tailor said in a very heavy lisp
"Deal" Stryker said handing over the money "you finish making alterations a whale I run an 'errand' or two "
"I will be done with in the hour" the tailor responded pulling up several shirts two vests and making two pairs of leather pants
When Stryker got out side he thought to him self "man that was lucky getting it half off like that now to get my self some proper weapons."