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
Hsiao-Han.The reason for him disappearing from combat sports years back was because of blackmail. This was also the reason he was here now.Hsiao-Han is comparable to Andreas's savagery. No, Hsiao-Han was considered a monster in the underground and is not even close to being morally righteous in any manner. If someone were to wrong him or even stare at him wrong when he wasn't in the ring, they would be found close to death, or just outright dead the next day. Hemorrhaging in the brain, broken noses, jaws, contorted faces, indented skulls.He was a psychopath through and through. He would fight anyone and anything. It was all he lived for after all. One day though, he met a boy.He was going to kill this boy - Hsiao-Han had told the boy to fight him. The boy didn't know what was going to happen to him but he complied gleefully. A boy with the potential to become an amazing fighter.The boy's determination threw Hsiao-Han off. He didn't know how to
"Remember when we first met?" Seth started off, sitting in the middle of a ruined street."Yeah, I do." Nixon is laying down right next to Seth, looking up at a smog covered sky."It was in the middle of Washington in winter. I was nineteen then and you were twenty-one. You had Hunter with you, she was really cute then. I... 'accidentally' killed some people who worked under you." Seth pauses, looking over to Nixon. "You know that was self-defense right?"Seth doesn't even let Nixon open his mouth and continues on."Of course you do," Seth pauses again, trying to remember what happened after that. "Then you invited me into your crew... I had the book and I was the only one good enough at navigating to bring us where we wanted. We went across almost all of the midwest. A lot of shit happened then. Everyone wanted this map, all we wanted was some treasure since we didn't really believe that shit was real, and well, we couldn't really give up even if we want
Seth is shaking hands with Andreas while others are sitting on Seth's bed."Nice to meet you Seth, my name is Andreas Valerius Hunt."Seth's eyes widen in surprise and Andreas laughs."I get to finally see your eyes!" Andreas stops, Seth's eyes are the same color as his. "Now that's interesting?""My full name is Seth Alpheus Hunt. I wonder..."Andreas chuckles to himself, letting go of Seth's hand. "It's probably just chance. Lots of people meet across the world and lots of them have similar last names."Andreas tries walking away and Seth stops him with a question. "Where were you born? How old are you?"Andreas turns round to look at Seth. "I'm nineteen years old, born in Italy.""Right... sorry. I almost mistook you for someone else, but it doesn't change the fact that we're related."Logan coughs on his spit and Eremita's eyes widen. Yua is slightly surprised but doesn't care enough about them to really be all that
Crashing can be heard above them. Seth listens carefully as everyone else gets acquainted with one another. By this point, Nixon is already awake, making conversation with Andreas. Seth quickly jumps onto one of the beds to reach the ceiling, grazing his hand across it. Everyone watches Seth in confusion, Nixon only just realizing what's wrong listens in carefully as well."What the hell are you doing?" Yua asks, getting up from the bed, Logan stays on the bed, watching Seth feel the ceiling. Andreas continues to try to have a conversation with Nixon."Why is the ceiling...?" Seth whispers under his breath. Andreas stops talking to Nixon, bringing his attention to the ceiling as well. Andreas backs up from Seth and Nixon and gets closer to the door, leaning on the wall near it.Seth takes out a small pistol in his waistband, firing it into the ceiling above and jumping onto the bed Nixon is on. Yua grabs Logan and runs to the door with him as the ceiling collaps
Bloody spit pooled under Nixon's tongue, spitting it out intermittently as he stares down at the half-dead Palach, knuckles facing the floor whilst palms are pointed towards the ceiling. Blood streams out from Palach's broken nose, knuckles scraped and bloodied, Nixon's face bruised - his top brow cut open, blood staining one half of his face. Nixon goes to grab his gun but stops himself, deciding to leave instead of wasting any more time on Palach.Seth careens into a wall while running back to Nixon, "We need to find a different exit!" Seth screams as he presses his back to the wall beside him. Nixon presses his back against the wall as well, revolver in hand. Seth glances at Nixon for a second before looking back down the hallway he just came through from, "You're looking worse for wear.""That fucking Russian was strong." Nixon sneers as he lowers himself. A crashing could be heard through the wall they've got their shoulders pressed again. Seth jumps away from the
"Hey! We got a job for you!" A man yells, his form obscured by a shadow in a doorway. He throws a note onto the ground and it slides towards someone else, who of which is curled into a ball in the corner of the room. An older man, cold dead eyes, unkempt, wearing a dirty wifebeater with torn pants. "You gonna do it?""No choice, why give me an option." The unkempt man says, standing up, still situating himself in the corner of the room. His eyes are attracted to the note, reading the two names scrawled upon it. "Seth Alpheus Hunt," and "Nixon Driver." The unkempt man stares at the note for a moment before looking back at the man propped against his room's doorway. "Who are these guys?""We just want them dead, don't ask questions. You'll have Snake come with you, is that alright?""That's fine."The unkempt man lets out a sigh, "Are these the guys who stole that Mafia's gold?"Before the man in the doorway leaves, he stops midway before turning bac
New York, April 1912...Seth, scars running across both of his cheeks, resting comfortably under closed eyes sits in a velvet chair, legs crossed over one another, a black dress suit covering his body. An older man with curly black hair, grey strands appearing here and there, a curled black mustache sitting above his lip. Hands in their pockets, they seat themselves behind a desk, sipping at a glass of whiskey. The older man sighs before placing the glass of whiskey down before him. "So, you're the one that had my gold?" The older man asks, eyebrow arched as he leans over his neatly carved desk.Nixon walks into the room with a casual saunter, grabbing a chair in the back corner of the room and sitting it beside Seth, placing himself down into it. Seth nods, "Yes, I and my compatriot here, including a few others have procured your gold with me."The older man nods, "I should introduce myself - My name is Falcone Russo, you are?""Seth, just Seth."
"Jesus Christ, look at this." Seth hands a newspaper he had in his hands to Nixon sitting beside him. Nixon's eyes widen, screwing up his nose in disgust."What happened?" Citlali asks, sitting on a tree stump whilst polishing her rifle."Some guy and his family were massacred, wife and child raped then tortured while the husband was apparently skinned alive. There was a witness but for some reason, he can't speak." Seth pauses, 'They don't know what traumas and PTSD is yet so I have to keep quiet about that.' Seth thinks to himself, his expression becoming progressively sourer and sourer. "I..." Seth stops himself, shaking his head, 'They'll just think I'm crazy if I go on.'Nixon tears the newspaper to shreds before putting his hands to his face, "I'm not reading that anymore... I don't want to be mad today." Nixon sneers, standing up and leaving, "I'm going for a walk."Citlali's expression becomes sorrowful, "How could someone do such a thing?"
Scratching metal, two long knives being brought together and dragged across the flats of each blade. Palach lets out a boisterous laugh as he places the knives down onto a table, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves, making sure they barely touch the backs of his elbows. Palach blows air from his nose, looking over to two men screaming in chairs with a scowl. "You'll tell me yes? Where they go?" Palach's expression becomes friendly, taking gags out from the men's mouths, distancing himself."JESUS FUCKING CHRIST LET ME LEAVE PLEASE!" Tears run down the man's cheeks, "I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FAMILY!""Тупица." Palach snarls, "I will let you leave if you tell me where gold is."The two men, one with a messy ponytail and dark brown hair while the one next to him wears a short beard and short hair, pitch black. The man with black hair stares over at his compatriot, eyes like daggers, "Don't you fucking tell him shit!"The one with dark brown hair squeals, glancin
Seth gets up and shakes Marshall's hand before sitting back down, "Nice to meet you, Marshall," Seth pauses, pointing at the man in black behind him, "Who's that?""Preston Scott, that's his name." Preston nods, bowing slightly, out of politeness.Seth nods, "What are you guys doing out here?""Looking for something." Marshall puts down a blanket and sits down on it, Preston remains standing."What are you two looking for?"Marshall chuckles, "Well, you and your compatriots actually," Marshall quickly shows both of his hands before they could even do anything, "We aren't here to kill you - you don't have to worry about that.""What are you here for then?"Marshall scratches his chin, "We're here to see if we should bet on you or not."Seth raises an eyebrow, "What?""We're apart of an organization that bets on if someone will either get caught within a major crime or not. It's called Dice24.""So you gamble on who
"How many more bounty hunters do you believe have been contracted?" A man covered in darkness asks from the shadows, hands in their pockets, part of their form shown by a small snippet of light. In front of this man stands a young man wearing white, lighting a cigarette, blowing smoke from his mouth, hair slicked back - black."Discounting Hunter's group, thirty others.""Those Mafia fucks really want that gold huh?""Retards, thinking that the bounty hunters wouldn't try and take it for themselves.""What makes you think that'll happen?""Of course it'll happen.""Question.""Hm?" He takes a long drag from his cigarette, "What's up?""How do you think they're transporting that gold? Wouldn't it be too heavy to be transported quietly?""Theory is that they thinned out the gold into little transparent sheets that are only visible through its gleam as the sun shines down upon it.""Would they even be able to fit the
The sound of gunshots coming from outside the small town hospital Tsuki is in, sitting near Vincent while staring directly into the doctor's eyes, hand on the hilt of his blade, doctor's hand over the grip of his revolver, Vincent laying quietly between them. In but a moment, Tsuki's katana, in one quick movement, takes off the doctor's arm before being able to take out his gun. The sound of steel cutting through flesh and bone with the subsequent screams puts Tsuki off, but he quickly steels himself, getting out from his chair as he watches the doctor writhe on the floor in pain, clutching at his missing arm.Tsuki takes a deep breath crossing over to the door of the room their in and lowers himself, blade at his side, ready to slice through muscle fibers and tendons. Tsuki shifts his free hand over to the gun on his head, gripping it and pulling the hammer back.The door is kicked open, flying into the wall and causing a dent in it. Two men sprint through the door, g
"You gave him to the doctors?" Seth asks, leaning on a table, surrounded by chairs. They're in a small-town bar, using their time there to relax. Nixon sits in one of the chairs and Seth follows, sitting across from Nixon."Yeah, that Vincent guy.""What about the dude with the mask?""You forget his name?"Seth chuckles, "Yeah.""I gave him to the girls, they're staying in the forest with him by the hip, best that way, don't want to cause suspicion.""Is Tsuki staying with this Vincent fellow?""Yeah, he's with the doctor right now."Seth scans the bar - A young woman with short black hair, a scar running across the lower part of her eye - she wipes down cups and bottles clean with a rag behind a counter, she's the bartender. Two others sit on stools sipping at large jugs of beer, their hands tensing as they raise it to their lips due to its weight. One's face is rough, light scars darting across it including the signature sco