Somewhere else in a different part of the world. A Volkswagen drives up to a motel in the middle of a desolate desert.
Nevada, Las Vegas.
A man comes out from the car, he's wearing a hoodie with a coat layered over it with fingerless gloves. He has long greasy black hair, he has a long scar going from his beard to his eye. He licks his dry lips and continues limply to the back of his car, opening the trunk. He takes something from the trunk and heads to the main counter to the motel.
A young woman wearing a red sweater sits at the counter, she appears to be chewing on a piece of gum. The young woman notices the man and asks why he was there.
"Do you know an Alpha and Artego here?"
She confirms that the people he is referring to are at the motel and are living on the second floor, three rooms down. The man thanks the woman, heading back outside and up the stairs.
He knocks on their door. The sound of panic, frantic yelling, and thudding, like objects are being thrown to the floor.
The man kicks open the door, taking out a pistol and opening fire to the two that are inside.
A skinny white man with a clean-shaven head wearing a basic black t-shirt and baggy jeans and a moderately sized Mexican man wearing a white hoodie and black sweats.
The Mexican man struggles to stay alive, blood seeping through his white jacket. He runs to the restroom after being shot, leaving his friend to die.
They both didn't make it out.
The white man was shot to death in the bedroom of the motel while the Mexican man was shot dead in the restroom, grasping desperately at the window seal. Murdered by someone unknown. In reality, all they know was that they were going to die. They didn't know why or who was going to kill them. An odd situation caused by unfortunate circumstances.
The man who killed them... he was named appropriately, Balrog.
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"Who is this Balrog?"
Both the boss and Caçador are in his office. The boss lazily drooping his head over his desk while Caçador looks down on him with a furious expression. "Balrog is the guy who is after you! He's everywhere nowadays!"
The boss straightens himself out. "That doesn't explain who he is."
"He's someone comparable to you."
The room becomes completely silent, only the ticking of a crooked clock on the wall could be heard. The boss proceeds to laugh hysterically. "Excuse me!?"
"This is the guy that's after your head y'know!?"
"But you said comparable! Nobody is comparable to me! Not no fucking Balrog..."
"This man has easily taken out entire gangs on a whim and you still stay unconcerned for your own life?"
The boss gets up from his desk and heads over to Caçador. He pats him on the shoulder, "Thank you for being so concerned."
Caçador makes a pained expression. He looks to his shoulder to see the boss gripping it as hard as he could, laughing as loud as he possibly could. "LET GO!" Caçador shoves the boss away from him.
"Caçador, I don't need the concern of a lowly attendant. Plus, this Balrog wouldn't even be able to kill me if he tried. Do you even know who I am?"
"That doesn't matter. That man is essentially superhuman! I'm especially not looking forward to getting involved!"
"You don't have to..."
Caçador takes a moment to process what the boss just said. "What?"
"You're fired."
"So she was killed by a sniper?" Yua asks Seth."Yes," Seth pauses, scanning the room. "I want to ally myself with all of you. Help you get this ебарь off your back." (ебарь means cunt-chaser in Russian.) "Our reasoning for wanting to ally with you all is for one reason and one reason only. We want to do a clean sweep against all of those who want me and my buddy Nixon dead.""What do you mean by that?" Logan cuts in."Before I tell you more, there is someone very dangerous coming to the hotel and is after almost everyone's head. The only ones I know for sure aren't being hunted is," Seth points at them."Wait, so that means...""Nixon and I are being hunted by multiple people, either to capture us or kill us. Escravos is here to kill us, and someone named the Balrog is here for the same reason, the government is here to capture us and or take what we have from us.""Wait! The government!?" Svilanka yells, startled by what he said and sort o
Nixon... he never managed to hit Balrog. His reactions were too fast and perfectly distributed the damage so he wouldn't get hurt. Nixon couldn't do anything but curse under his breath.BANG!!A gunshot through the wall, Balrog drops to the floor, firing back into the wall beside him. Another gunshot rings out from the other wall, dropping Balrog to the floor completely, unable to fire back, he puts pressure on his wounds."Finally found a fucking fault."Both Seth and Johan from room 104, both on behind both sides of the hallway's walls. Seth runs out of the room, firing the rest of the magazine into Balrog. "Where did the other shot come from?"Nixon shrugs, kneeling down to Balrog, looking through things he had. "This was too easy...""Yeah, compared to last time it was too easy.""Why...?Nixon's eyes widen, he's realized something. He quickly turns around to tell Seth...It was a realization that was almost
"I will now tell you everything that you need to know." Three people are gathering in this room, a glass wall separating them from the rest of an office filled with people. A woman and a man sitting in front of another man's desk. This man is a famous detective by the name of Vanity Brown. A title that he gave himself to make himself seem like a crazy person to most, helped him not be noticed by unwanted people. A man who has been following the entire situation between everyone in the hotel since he was nineteen years old.This man and woman sitting in front of him are the people who interviewed both Nixon and Seth, including multiple people who were still in the hotel at the time. Their names are, Lory Fasbender and Kirk Bradley."Are you ready? This is gonna take a while.""It's fine," Lory says, preparing a cigarette."Alright then, let's go." Vanity adjusts his collar. "The date in which both Seth Alpheus Hunt and Nixon Driver were born is unknown. It
A dimly lit room surrounded by darkness. Three people sit in this room, two of them passed out in chairs, hands tied behind their backs and feet tied to their chairs. Yua, Logan, and an unknown man with long black hair and sideburns. He has a coarse face and is considerably large.Yua is the first to wake up, quickly scanning the room and making sure not to panic. She is confused though. She notices Logan and wonders how they got there, showing immediate concern for the mysterious man with them, her worry wasn't directed towards the man though, she was worried about what this man could do to them. She stops worrying when she realizes his hands and feet are bound like Logan and her.Yua looks over to Logan and shouts, "LOGAN! WAKE UP!"Logan jumps up in his seat, startled by the sudden loud noise, immediately bringing his attention to Yua. "What's going on?""I have no clue."Logan looks over to the other man, still sleeping. "Who is he?""I
Nixon, covered in his own blood, Seth over him in their room, trying to fix his wounds. Taking out the bullets through cutting open a bigger hole and using pliers to take the bullets out.Nixon screams in pain with each pull, blood pouring over Seth's hands."FUCKING HOLD IN THERE NIX!"Seth sloppily pours alcohol over Nixon's wound, pouring another layer of peroxide over it. Nixon thrashes about wildly, kicking Seth in the process. Seth grits his teeth, holding the pain of being hit in, trying his best to hold Nixon down."STAY STILL!" Seth gives a good sock in the jaw to Nixon, knocking him out instantly.Seth sits in silence for a couple of seconds, trying to catch his breath. "Now I have to sew his fucking wounds..."Someone knocks on their door, coming in without hesitation since the door was unlocked.Eremita comes in, "Do you need my help?"Seth calmly turns around. "What?""I'm tired of the screaming and you guys
Let's go back nineteen years.In Italy, July 1st, 1979.Andreas Valerius Hunt was born. At around five years old, his parents figured out that he was prone to fighting, frequently trying to prove himself to be the strongest kid within his primary school. He started school early so he was one of the youngest in his class, but that didn't stop him. Two years into primary school, he was expelled.He got into another school, he was also almost expelled from this school as well but managed to make it into secondary school, where he spent most of his middle school life fighting and getting stronger.Since his parents were tired of having to deal with the trouble he brought to them through constantly fighting with the students in the school, they decided to put him through a boxing program. In only a year, he was able to become the strongest in the gym.Let's clarify. Andreas's strength never came from pure unadulterated strength alone. He was extremely i
"Everything regarding Curico is unknown.Date of birth, name, face. All of it has been completely scrubbed from the record. Nobody knows how he did it or why this all started. They just know who he is as a person and the rumors that surround him.The only other thing people know about him is his goal.Someone who infiltrated the Escravos said this before he was executed by an unknown agent hired by Curico. "His goal is true immortality."This true immortality is located in Brazil, and he and his men have been looking for this goal for years and now they finally have something in the form of two men.Seth and Nixon.With what they have, it would be the second hint of immortality that he would find in his life.The first being the rumored body switch. He takes the soul within another person and switches with them whilst on death's door.Others suspect that its the fact that he's extremely hard to kill, thick skull, thick skin, an
[THE INSTANT YOU LEAVE YOUR ROOMS, YOU WILL BE HUNTED!]Speakers across the hotel blare loudly with these few words for a few minutes, stopping after three."We failed," Seth whispers to himself, looking over to his hotel room door and back to Eremita. She finished operating on Nixon, covered in bloody bandages and the like. Eremita sighs, turning to Seth."Well, he should be fine now, you seem to know how to change his bandages and stuff so I'll let you take care of that when the time comes. He won't be recovering fully in a while though.""How long do you think?""Well... I don't know what he's made of but he's probably going to recover in two weeks. Kind of unnatural for someone but its a positive.""We never were normal so that makes sense.""You both heal that fast?""Yep.""You guys are odd.""I know."They stay quiet, Eremita thinking of what she'll say next and Seth contemplating quietly on the othe