An old man stood as a younger-looking man strode towards him.
"Nice to see you again, Speedwagon. I hear you're an oil tycoon in America now"
The older man, Speedwagon, replied with "That's an exaggeration. You look as young as ever, Straizo. I can't believe we're the same age. Hamon energy is life energy. I must say I envy you,"
49 years after Jonathan's death, a new age has arrived. Straizo has succeded Master Tonpetty, and Speedwagon has made a fortune. They set off for Mexico to see something. That something was discovered by a digging team founded by Speedwagon. That something was a secret known to only those select few.
"When you witness this, I think, no, I am sure you will feel a chill. It's frightful enough to make your hair stand on end. It's even worse than the terror we faced 50 years ago when we fought Dio," Speedwagon seemed scared, and rightfully so.
Straizo looked around, astonished. "This place is tremendous!"
"That was why I summoned you" Speedwagon held up his light.
"It's…the mask!"
A stone mask with noticeable fangs was illuminated by Speedwagon's light. It was eerily similar to the stone mask Dio had used.
"There are so many of them!"
As Speedwagon's light traveled around the cavern, it revealed many other stone masks. Then his light hit something...unusual.
Straizo gasped as the light swept over the man encased in stone. The man was large, with short horns and long hair. Tendrils snaked out of him, connecting him to the web of masks. He looked like he was sleeping peacefully. But everyone knew that wasn't the case.
New York, 1938
It was the fall of 1938. I was out looking for a mark, as usual.
A black kid walks the streets of New York.
"You must be kidding!" A voice distracted the kid, who turned to look at the party responsible.
"You've never heard of this beverage?" A vendor was talking to a tall young man. "By your accent, I'd say you were from England. Tourist?"
The boy smirked. An easy target. He began walking toward the vendor and the customer.
The vendor was still cheerily talking to his customer. "Oh, you just moved here, eh? Anyhow, if you want a drink, pay me. Money is the rule here,"
All the while, the kid was getting closer and closer. The customer took out his wallet, but as he was paying attention to the vendor, the kid came from behind. In one fluid movement, he swiped the customer's wallet and ran.
The customer and the vendor were shocked, but the vendor snapped out of it quickly. "Hey, friend! He took your wallet! After him!"
The kid turned a corner. "What a sucker! Piece of cake!"
He was grabbed shortly after. His assailant, a cop, looked smug. The cop laughed as the poor kid struggled.
"Hey, Smokey, looks like I finally caught you red-handed!"
The boy, now revealed to be Smokey, gasped in horror.
"You worthless street scum!" The cop was beating Smokey, over and over. "I'll make sure they lock you up for 20 years!"
Smokey was bruised and bloody. "Take it easy! I only pinched a wallet!"
The cop only responded with "I hate all of your bottom-feeding kind!"
Then he grabbed Smokey's head. "But I'm a nice guy. Bring me twenty dollars every week. Plus half of what you steal." he said, gripping Smokey's head tighter so the boy could barely move.
But luck was on Smokey's side, as a new player came into the mix.
"Excuse me,"
The cop and Smokey turned to look at the newcomer.
"Oh, it's the stooge who got robbed,"
Indeed it was the customer.
The cop brought out the stolen wallet. "I'm keeping your wallet as evidence,"
The customer removed his hat. "Well, how should I put this? Let's see...The wallet was actually a gift to him, officer,"
All three, Smokey, the cop, the cop's buddy, looked shocked.
The 195 cm giant of an Englishman was covering up for me!
"So I need you to let go of the wallet and the boy,"
"What's that?"
"Like I said, it was a gift. He's a close friend of mine. Please let him go,"
Smokey looked in shock as the stranger he'd robbed continued to cover up for him. The cop had other plans though.
The cop threw Smokey to the ground and walked toward the stranger, picking his own nose. "A close friend? Tell me your close friend's name. Don't lie to me! You want to spend some time in the pen?" The cop had a booger on his finger, which is disgusting. "You bonehead!"
He then proceeded to pull an even more disgusting move (though not as disgusting as beating a defenseless kid) and I'm not going to lie, it grossed me out so much. I couldn't even write it. The cop and his buddy laughed.
"I'm curious. I don't understand why you did that. What was the purpose behind it?"
"There's no purpose! I do what I feel like, dimwit! If someone wipes a booger on your right cheek, then-"
"You picked the wrong man to mess with, pig!" The stranger had punched the cop. Everyone else was shocked.
The cop's buddy pulled out his gun. "Y-you're resisting arrest!"
The stranger smirked. "Shoot me! But I'm warning you! When you pull the trigger, I'll break your finger like a match!"
"Not from over there! I'll blow your brains out!"
As the cop's buddy pulled the trigger, the stranger's coke bottle started sparking.
Suddenly, it seemed to Smokey that the stranger's body was glowing. The coke bottle kept building up pressure and sparking until the cap blew right off like magic.
The cap broke the cop's buddy's finger. While he screamed in pain, the stranger calmly drank from the open coke bottle. Then the stranger gasped.
"I lost my temper again! Now I'm in trouble! Granny Erina will be furious!"
What's with this guy? He beats up cops and then worries about what his granny will say? Smokey thought to himself.
"So, Mr. Pickpocket, shall we high-tail it?"