Chapter II
Isaac navigated through the alleys and corridors of the big city. He knew it all: where the best places to find food were, where the best places to steal from were, where the best places to hide were. Isaac had been a child of the city all his life, he had no family. It never bothered him though, because it was hard enough for him to take care of himself---- why worry about others? Isaac had reached his home, an abandoned one-room shack by the member's section of Varrock. Sure, it was infested with rats, but it was better than living on the crime ridden streets. He unstrapped his sword and lay it on the table beside his bed. He threw himself onto his plain bed, which was basically a matress on the floor, covered with a drab looking brown sheet. He stashed his money under his pillow, in a small sack. 'Time to make dinner,' he said to himself.
He searched his cupboard for something to eat. A piece of leftover chicken had caught his eye. He roasted it on the old range and ate it with a glass of beer he had picked up in the streets, most likely dropped by a careless noob. He went to sleep on a full stomach. Isaac heard something coming from outside. Could it be a thief? He reached for his sword and tiptoed towards his door. He stood next to the door, ready to pounce out of the shadows as soon as the thief (or thieves) came in. The door creaked open, and a group of three men came in. Isaac had caught a glimpse of one of the men, and he seemed to wear a familiar emblem on his tunic... He was a Black Arm! 'Could they be here to avenge their fallen comrades?' thought Isaac. He pounced on one of the men, slashing his throat and nearly decapitating him. The other two Black Arms looked back, and said, 'There's the little bastard! Kill him!' They slashed and stabbed at Isaac, but he was too quick and agile for their slow blades. Isaac got one of them with an upward slash, leaving a thin red scar on the man's torso. The man grimaced at his wound and Isaac struck him with a barrage of diagonal slashes, turning him into mincemeat. Now, only one man was left standing, and he seemed to be the leader of the bunch. He wore red trousers and black boots, and had a tattoo of the Black Arm Gang on his chest. His face had a long scar carved across its left side. He had seen many battles. He wielded two steel scimtars, and wore an evil grin on his face as he spun them around. Issac couldn't seem to find a weak spot in his adversaries' technique. He got slashed with one, and it left a long red scar across his chest. Issac winced and tried to stab through the two scimtars, which made a loud metallic clang as they met Isaac's shortsword.
'What's the matter,' said the leader, trying to taunt Isaac, 'am I too strong for you?'
Isaac was angry. Not only could he not get an attack through this bastard, but he was also being taunted by him! Isaac then did multiple acrobatic flips through the air, ending up behind the man and slashing his back a few times. The Black Arm leader yelped in agony, then turned around and smashed his scimtar into the ground, trying to pin Isaac with it. Luckily, Isaac dodged it and a cloud of dust rose from the floor, obstructing the Black Arm's vision. Isaac somersaulted and ended up behind his enemy again, hacking and slashing and stabbing at his back until the gangster was a bloody mass on the ground. With his dying breath, the gangster said, 'Damn you, Isaac! Damn you!' Isaac said nothing and thrust his sword into the gangster's stomach, killing him once and for all. He looted the corpses and found about 1000 gold pieces and a nice steel longsword. He also took the leader's scimtars to sell.