Chapter 4: Paths are Crossed

I guess I should tell you what I used to wear. I wore a Helmet of Neitiznot, in honor of my father, an Amulet of Fury, a Strength Skill Cape (t), Fighter's Torso, Dragon Platelegs, Dragon Boots, Rune Defender, Abyssal Whip, Barrows Gloves, and a Ring of Wealth. Now, since I never really talked about my parents and was always left out in school and such, I was…mentally disturbed. I always took risks, I was an adrenaline junkie. I'd fight just about anything…but I remember when one time I bit off a little more than I could chew. I attacked a Greater Demon, but it turned out he had a whole pack with him, and they started to close in on me. So quickly, I stabbed one of the demons with my Dragon Dagger (p++) in the stomach, and then started to run. The demon screeched in such a high pitch it disoriented me, and I fell. Then the other demons ran after me, clawing and biting where I didn't have armour covering me. I was lashing my Whip everywhere, but it was no good, there were too many. Soon I had exposed muscle and bone, blood was everywhere from me and the demons. If I somehow survived this, I knew I wouldn't survive the infection. So I lay there, waiting for death, when suddenly—

—SHOONK!—

A bolt went straight through the demon's head, killing him. Then, the bolt in his head started to glow, and then all the demon's blood was absorbed into it, purified, and then it was sent in the direction of the firer's direction, it was the Onyx Bolt Special Attack, Life Leech. I looked over and was greeted with a…

"Dude…what the hell were you thinking?"

I looked away, wondering the same thing. What was I thinking? The stranger then fired 6 more perfect shots in each demon's head. I had never seen such accuracy; he was truly gifted in the art of Ranged.

"Well?" he asked.

"…Well what?" I asked.

"Maybe a 'thank you'?"

"Oh. Thanks."

"How sincere."

"I said thanks!"

"It doesn't mean anything if you didn't mean it."

I picked up my whip and said,

"I'm out of here."

Then I was taken over with extreme pain. I had forgotten all about my serious wounds.

"Really…" said the stranger. "Paco! Come here!"

"Paco? Who's Paco?"

Then, a magnificent Raven flew in, about the size of a Cockatrice. He wasn't a regular black Raven; he was black, but tinged with red, making him look dark red, which was pretty intimidating. He also was apparently Mexican, seeing as his name is 'Paco'.

"Caw! Caw!" Paco crowed.

"We need a ride to somewhere that can give medical attention to this guy." said the stranger.

Paco sat down, then spread out a wing and laid it on the ground, making a ramp onto his back. The stranger picked me up, and then got on Paco. Paco then flapped his wings, and we were flying away. It felt nice to have the wind blow on my skin, but the open wounds stung from it, so it wasn't very pleasant. We were soon at the Duel Arena, and the nurses there dressed my wounds and gave me a Reciclym's Balm Potion to prevent any disease from the wounds. Weeks later, I recovered.

"You know, I still don't know your name." I said.

"My name? It's Joe." he said.

"Nice to meet you." I said.

"I've known you for weeks." he said.

"Ok seriously, can you be a little nice for once? Life has already been cruel enough to me already. I don't need you to pile it on!" I steamed.

"Ha! You think life is cruel? I lost 1M gp yesterday from an item crash!" he yelled.

"I watched my parents get brutally murdered by thugs when I was 8, then I was left to die, I was ousted from school, city activities, and the only friend I've ever had was a cat, who died because bacon grease went in his face!" I screamed.

Joe blinked a couple times, shocked at this, then said,

"Oh man…I am so sorry…honestly I am. That's definitely worse than losing 1M gp."

"Worst of all, that's why I am an adrenaline junkie. I never talked about it to anyone. I am all messed up now."

"You aren't messed up…well you were a couple weeks ago, but I had some people put your pieces back together."

I smiled, and said,

"Thanks. I don't think I have smiled in years."

"Sheesh, you don't ever have fun?"

"Kind of hard to when you watch your parents get slaughtered."

"Oh yea…that."

"But I vowed from that day, I would personally kill those three leaders from the Black Dragon Gang…I swear it!"

I clenched my fist until it was paper white, and my face turned cherry red, a tear going down my cheek.

"Chase is it?"

"Yea."

"I want to help you find those murderers."

"Are you sure? I don't want to burden you with my problems and—"

"No, I am sure. The Black Dragon Gang came to my house too, except my dad gave them his Abyssal Whip right away, he was luckily spared."

"Well then…let's go get some payback."

"Ready to go Paco?"

"Caw! Caawww!" Paco crowed.