Put this off until today… procrastinators unite!... tomorrow. GJ to 'guest' for reviewing, that makes you the first. GG M8.
Traxis' P.O.V
I got up from the table in the bar, I collected my winnings from the pile of cash in the center of the table and left ample pay for the drinks. "dumbasses, you don't bet against a Pyro when drinking is involved." I wadded the money up, placing it in my back pocket and grabbing a bottle of beer on my way out.
I pulled the door to the bar open and walked into the night or morning, I really couldn't tell. Then, I heard running. I looked to the source and was met by a man in a hood running into me. Thhe man pushed past me and kept running, a trail of blood being left by his leg.
I looked where he was running from and saw a gruff man raise a pistol and fire a round into the hip of the running man while running after him. I flipped the bottle in my hand and sent It flying into his forhead.
His running, coupled with the non-empty contents of the bottle, knocked him clean out. I walked over to the previously running man, who was now trying to stem the flow of blood from his abdomen. I walked over, attempting to help him, but he put his free hand out.
"dammit, here" he pulled an envelope out of his strange outfit and pushed it to me. "deae scientiae, that is the key, I cannot carry it with my injuries but you can take it." I took the envelope and fired a grapple from his wrist and leapt up the side of the building. I looked at the envelope, shrugged, and slid it into my boot.
A few hours later
I was sat at home, well, home in a matter of speaking. It was a small one room apartment with a bathroom, sitting area, and the loosest possible definition of 'kitchen' known to man. I was looking at a white envelope in my hands, turning it over, not wanting to open it up, for fear of the contents.
A knock at my door separated me from the rectangle of paper. I opened it and found a collection of men. One pointed at the envelope that was still in my hand, give it here, we are… aquaintences off the man who gave it to you. I shrugged and handed the thing over.
"I wouldn't open this if I were you, the insides aren't much." The lead man gave a smile "I don't we will have any trouble with it." The man had a faint german accent and I didn't trust him. Nevertheless, he still left with the envelope in hand.
I sat back down and pulled the right envelope out of my boot. "curious" I grinned "poor bastards" then I heard some clicking behind me and I slid the letter back into my boot. Before I could turn though, a burlap sack was aggresively pulled over my head and a rag of chloroform was placed over my mouth.
A few more hours later.
The bag was pulled off of my head and I was awoken with a set of particularly pungent smelling salts. I looked around to the circle of people above me on pedestals. "who are you?" I glanced around the room, it was like nowhere I had ever seen. "*ahem* my name is-" but they stopped me.
"not your name, your title. in this world, a name can have a great impact, tell us what you wish to be called. I clicked my teeth in thought "fine, then Dynamo is what you can call me"
Bit of a shorty here, but next chapter will be longer, much longer… I hope.