Post by BEX on Jun 26, 2010 21:39:44 GMT -5
Jack strolled peacefully the sun bore down on him without mercy; his dark skin glistened with sweat as his black outfit absorbed gratuitous amounts of heat furthering the young man’s suffering. Although his body was completely dampened with sweat as he jauntily strutted through town he didn’t mind it too much as his music kept his mind off the brutal weather conditions. His head bouncing to the lyrics of the lively music that he was listening to he continued to the walkway of the town square where Saint Reia had finally developed some semblance of peace after many years of warring factions: the Rebel Army and the Marines. Glancing around Jack could see that people were slowly becoming comfortable with their environment after many years of hiding in cabins and closets when they heard the unified march of an army coming through the streets. Sighing Jack dreamed of the day that he would leave Saint Reia. His desire to leave stemmed from a mission that he had attained from his past and thinking of that goal darkened his expression as he continued walking thoughtfully down the street. Intending to grab a few supplies to make a menial dinner he stared somberly at the ground as images of his former teacher bombarded his brain.
“Stupid old man…went and got yerself killed like that...I can’t be that weak,” he promised himself again, just as he had many times before. More than anything it was guilt that forced him to think ill of the old man whom had reared him when he was nothing more than a street urchin scrambling through the war-torn streets of Saint Reia.
The man kindly took the boy in despite the suspicious look on the boy’s face and even the boy’s unmotivated behavior. Recalling the memories of what the old man had done for him drew forth emotions that he hadn’t intended on dealing with so he blanked out his mind only opening it to the spiritual rhythm of his music. With an expression somewhere between boredom and angry, he stopped in front of the grocery store cart and reached into his pockets to see if he had any beri to pay for the required materials. To his surprise he touched only the linen of his pockets as he foraged around in hopes that he was simply overlooking the currency’s location. With a painful smile Jack looked to coerce the vendor into possibly allowing him to purchase some items on credit, Wouldntcha know I had no money… he cursed himself inwardly. In his thought he dimly became aware of the hand that shot out from seemingly nowhere to drop enough beri for Jack to pay for a decent meal rather than the meager one had planned on eating.
“I’ll take care of the young man’s debt, mate. After all we live in good times now,” said a voice in a thick British accent that rung through the dull beating of the music Jack was listening to.
A shadow of doubt was cast in Jack’s mind as he angled his eyes in the direction of the voice to find a grinning middle aged man who was about one or two heads shorter than himself. Freckles dotted the man’s face especially his cheeks, but the most prominent feature of the man’s image was his striking purple eyes or more precisely the impression that those eyes gave off. Closing his eyes and letting out a breath, Jack walked away from the cart, the vendor, and the strange man with a wave,
“That’s fine. I don’t need ya help, partner,” he called to the people that he had left behind while making sure to emphasis the word “partner”.
Walking away without looking back the contemptuous Jack heaved a sigh of relief; he could tell from the way that man looked at him that there was going to be trouble, something which Jack always tried to avoid. Allowing the music to sink into his skin once more, he allowed his muscles to release the tension that had accumulated in the few seconds that the strange man appeared. Fingers clinched abruptly jarred Jack from his rhythmic nirvana and he wheeled around to see the man from before struggling to catch his breath. The fists that had been tucked away into the pockets of his black pants clenched slightly as annoyance gripped the owner of those fists,
“Whatcha want ya from me?” Jack asked the man in an even tone despite noting that the man was incapable of responding to him.
Silence passed as Jack’s eyes widened at the soundless response the grinning man made once he caught his breath again. The response was so chilling a lump formed in his throat while small beads of sweat raced down his chest where his heart began to thump rapidly, but he knew he had heard correctly: I found the person that killed your caretaker. Follow me.
Jack’s lip reading abilities had never steered him wrong and he knew there was no point in pretending that he hadn’t heard the man correctly. Before long and without much convincing he was walking in pace with the suspicious man to the hideaway of the supposed murderer. The situation didn’t sit well with Jack, but he had to find out if the person that was being referred to had really killed the old man and if it was the truth. Jack’s eyes darkened at the possibility of the scenario turning out to be a legitimate find; his skin crackled with the desire to avenge the old man’s.
Sundown found both men standing at the entrance of an abandoned hut in an alley where no one ever ventured to. This was simply because this area held most of the thugs and pirate hideaways that came to Saint Reia along with Marines who were rejected after their loss upon the island. As the two men stood at the entrance the sound that could be heard was the faint spouts of music that were emitted by Jack’s headphones. Peering straight ahead he could as his body began to tense up, but from what he didn’t know or understand. What is it? What’s this feelin’ that poisoning my mind and body? he struggled to understand as his mouth dried. A soft tap on the shoulder snapped him back to focus as he glanced down at the man once more, who gave him a thumbs up and gestured for Jack to walk through the veil that covered the entrance. Dead eyes gazed back at the man, who had introduced himself as “Akugi”. Tentatively Jack shifted the veil so that he could see into the dark hut that sat seemingly in the middle of bad side of town to find a cloaked figure sitting in a lotus position in the middle of the dirt floor facing the door. Words failed to come from Jack’s mouth as he recalled that the people had all stated that the killer had worn a cloak that masked the person’s face and all that could be seen was the man’s mouth which was always in a smile. He had found the person that had killed the old man that meant the world to him and he took a step into the hut, but his body was trembling with anger as the eyes that had once been dead filled with vengeful hatred. Struggling to keep his wits about him Jack shakily asked the man a question that would seemingly sound innocent, but would verify whether this man was truly who he had been looking for,
“Yo,” he began with a dangerous edge to his voice as the lump in his throat became a knot of anger, “…ya wouldn’t happen ta know Old man Yomohoshi, would ya?”
The grin widened sinisterly as the cloaked person rose to their feet without using their hands and Jack watched as the mouth formed into several spiteful words that sent him off the proverbial deep end,
“You mean that washed up old man that died in the arms of his apprentice? Yea, I knew him quite well,” the response came. Before Akugi could offer his own piece to the conversation Jack launched himself at the person in the middle of the room with blazing eyes; eyes filled with such intensity he thought he could even heat spewing out of them. His right smashed into the ground where the cloaked person had been standing, but the person proved to be no ordinary thug by leaping away quickly and with ease onto an old dresser sitting in the corner of the hut. A crater smoked from where Jack’s fist had slammed into the earth as the young man looked up at the cloaked figure with spidery veins crawled from his temples and began to approach his cheeks as he explained to the figure,
“I normally try ta keep my cool and hide behind my lack of motivation…,” he started to say as he lowered his gaze with gritted teeth, “…but right now…,” he continued as his body began to tremor slightly with emotion, “…right now I’m about to explode!” he exclaimed. That statement was followed by the sound of three steps and a quick hand spring in the dirt that launched Jack into the air to where his opponent sat beaming at him with a less than full set of teeth. Instead of dodging as he had the first time, the cloaked target leaped in the air towards Jack and drove a powerful kick towards the young man’s midsection. Using torque, Jack twisted his body in mid-air and used the momentum to counter the man’s assault with a kick of his own. The exchange between the two combatants made a dull boom as the force generated propelled them in the opposite direction of each. Jack’s feet hit the ground first, but he couldn’t stop his motion as he was sent crashing into more furniture that was hidden in the corner of the hut. Pain racked his body as he burst out from the rubble with an upward thrust of his leg; his white headband was now splotched with brown patches of dirt. His headphones still blared loudly as he stepped out of the wooden mess towards the man,
“You sure are strong. Tell me, just who are you anyway?” the voice mouthed and Jack’s glare sought to pierce the man’s soul with the amount of anger that had welled up within him, but he coolly walked over to where the cloaked person had skillfully perched themselves. It was obvious that he was the only one that had received damage from that exchange and he knew that the man’s strength was formidable from the amount of force generated by the kick. His face twisted in anger as he stood above the grinning cloaked assailant; his opponent had an oddly familiar stance that Jack couldn’t recall seeing before, but it felt as if he had known it his whole life. A sandaled foot blurred towards his head and instinctively Jack brought his right forearm up to block the attack. The force of the strike thudded against his arm painfully, but he forced a defiant smile on his face as he readied to launch his counter attack. Both faces had evil smiles on them as a series of powerful blows were exchanged between the two fighters; the dirt swirled in artful patterns as the feet of the men slid expertly through the dust to execute their strikes.
Feeling as he was being driven backwards, Jack spun counter-clockwise and threw out his left fist hoping that the back of his hand would connect in a powerful spinning back fist. The cloaked man hadn’t anticipated this so he was caught off guard when the large black crashed into his face nearly knocking him to his feet, but the crafty fighter held their footing by widening his base. Immediately taking advantage of the opening Jack did a hand spring and kicked at the man’s body while spinning in order to generate more momentum. From his stunned position the cloaked person couldn’t do much more than raise his arms feebly in an attempt to block the kicks at least that’s what Jack thought until he saw the sweeping leg slicing towards his head. Before he could react the foot slammed into his face and sent him hurtling onto his back in the dirt. As he struggled to get back to his feet Jack saw an image flash by him, an image with a dagger gripped tightly in one hand. Anger flared through Jack’s mind as he watched Akugi sprint towards the cloaked person holding the dagger with crude form; it was obvious that the middle aged creep wasn’t a fighter. In one swift step Jack covered the distance between himself and the racing Akugi,
“Don’t ya dare interfere in this fight” he warned as he threw a powerful knee into the unprepared Akugi’s stomach.
The blow sent the fragile man’s body hurtling through the air before it plopped just before the entrance to the hut in a dusty landing. Turning his head back towards the cloaked figure Jack wanted to resume his combat, but before he could react a flashing white streak came split his figure in half. Reflexively he did a quick backwards hop step and managed to avoid the blow, but the top of his gakuran was split down the middle along with the white sleeveless shirt he had been wearing underneath; the clothes had been shredded as if it were by a blade. Unable to comprehend what had transpired, Jack looked from his clothing back up at the attacker in time to feel the full force of a kick to the chest that sent him flying helplessly through the air. His descent to the ground was painful and a sharp crack rang through the stale air of the hut as Jack spluttered blood from his mouth; he was sure that his ribs had just been broken. This person’s amazin’…I ain’t fought someone like him since the old man… he realized as he wobbled to his feet once more. Blood streaked freely from his hairline to his upper lip and his mouth was full of his blood as that too spill in a substantial amount from his lips; he began to feel sick as the flow of blood continued to splatter on the ground. He could no longer he the rhythm of his music and he was losing the battle,
“How troublesome…I tried everythin’ old man,” he regretted to no one in particular with a shrug of his shoulders, “…in the end I was only a man who could go this far. If ya don’t forgive me then so be it. I’ve done enough after all,” he finished. The hut was silent as the comprehension of his statement sank into the atmosphere. Tapping noises were heard as the cloaked figure leaped into the air with a wild grin on his face, his feet poised to smash mercilessly into Jack’s body when suddenly blood exploded from where his face was supposed to be.
“Wha-” was the only noise that escaped Jack’s parched mouth as he stood dumbfounded by what had taken place. The body fell limply from the air and landed at his feet with blood oozing heavily from where the head area was. Jack acted quickly and removed the remainder of his tattered top along with the undershirt in a futile attempt to staunch the bleeding spewing from the man’s head. Pressing as hard as he could only caused more blood to soak through the clothing and stain his hands until soon there was small puddle soiling the knees of Jack’s pants. Struggling to control his breathing Jack tried to understand what had taken place when a loud noise filled his ear and his headphones shattered effectively putting an end to the background music that had been bumping throughout the entire event. Reaching up slowly Jack touched his own head expecting to find that he had been wounded, but he no blood rested on his fingertips when he examined them. Turning in the direction that he thought the noise had come from the overwhelmed 20-year old found Akugi pointing the barrel of a .22 caliber Beretta in his direction with smoking wisping lazily off the from the tip.
“Goodness mate. You are really are a sure fighter. I didn’t think anyone could keep up with that monster, but you see,” he explained excitedly while jiggling a burlap sack that Jack didn’t remember him having when they came here, “…it was all worth the show. Needless to say I could have killed that person quite early one, but I was simply enthralled with your combat prowess. Alas I was never a fighter…” the man mockingly sobbed.
Turning away from Jack, Akugi shook the back once more and a mad grin filled his face when he turned back towards Jack,
“I would say the full amount of beri is in this bag,” he announced joyously while raising the bag into the bright sunrise, “…and now to tie up the loose ends” he finished darkly as he pointed his gun at Jack again. Evening his breathing, Jack prepared to counter the attack he knew was coming, but his movements had to be perfect in order to survive. The moment that Akugi had turned away Jack had taken a firm grip of the cloak of the now dead fighter and he would use that as his way out.
“Bye, mate,” Akugi said in an annoying nasally, British voice. Seconds passed slowly as the finger on the trigger strained and finally pulled the trigger. As these seconds passed Jack threw the cloak in front of him so that the shooters vision was blocked before he pounced towards the wall with a mighty effort. It seemed as if no time at all had passed when the cloaked was riddled with bullet holes from the laughing Akugi, but Jack had also leaped into the air directly at the scheming man with eyes enflamed with an emotion he had never dealt with before. Akugi’s laughter was cut short as he turned to his left to see Jack’s powerful knee slam into his face, knocking him to the ground and causing him to lose his gun in the process. Driving his foot into the ground Jack pounced on him before he could have gotten his bearings on what had happened; his mind blanked as fists smashed Akugi’s face many times. Each blow made his arms feel heavier, but the madness that had spread throughout his soul consumed to the point that he felt nothing; none of the pain that echoed through his body weakened his desire. It was such an infernal desire that he dared not actually think about; it was something that he had never thought himself capable of before.
He wanted to kill Akugi.
Blood stuck to his fist until it formed a thin red film that seeped into his knuckles and squelched noisily against his palm as the vicious passion drove him to strike many times despite the fact that Akugi had fallen limp. Raising his right fist once more, Jack glared down at the disfigured human being before him with eyes that only would be satisfied with more blood. Weakly Akugi looked up at Jack before sucking a deep breath and whispering in fear,
“A devil?” he murmured before passing out again, leaving his body to the mercy of Jack’s rage. The final blow plummeted towards Akugi’s head and Jack was never more positive that he was going to kill someone, but then something happened that he hadn’t expected; Akugi’s head lulled just out of the way of the devastating blow. Earth was shot up into the air when the force of the attack struck the ground and seconds later it rained down upon Jack. Panting, he gathered himself up as he finally reclaimed himself from the madness that had spread taken possession of his soul. Looking back towards the body of the cloaked person, Jack decided that it was better that he didn’t know who the assailant was instead he reached for the burlap sack and started on his way home.
Shaking the bag lightly, the half naked young man pondered whether he would ever have a normal day in the streets of Saint Reia.
(OOC: I feel like this is pick pocketing even though my character beat the person up and then stole the money. Otherwise I don’t know what to classify it as)
“Stupid old man…went and got yerself killed like that...I can’t be that weak,” he promised himself again, just as he had many times before. More than anything it was guilt that forced him to think ill of the old man whom had reared him when he was nothing more than a street urchin scrambling through the war-torn streets of Saint Reia.
The man kindly took the boy in despite the suspicious look on the boy’s face and even the boy’s unmotivated behavior. Recalling the memories of what the old man had done for him drew forth emotions that he hadn’t intended on dealing with so he blanked out his mind only opening it to the spiritual rhythm of his music. With an expression somewhere between boredom and angry, he stopped in front of the grocery store cart and reached into his pockets to see if he had any beri to pay for the required materials. To his surprise he touched only the linen of his pockets as he foraged around in hopes that he was simply overlooking the currency’s location. With a painful smile Jack looked to coerce the vendor into possibly allowing him to purchase some items on credit, Wouldntcha know I had no money… he cursed himself inwardly. In his thought he dimly became aware of the hand that shot out from seemingly nowhere to drop enough beri for Jack to pay for a decent meal rather than the meager one had planned on eating.
“I’ll take care of the young man’s debt, mate. After all we live in good times now,” said a voice in a thick British accent that rung through the dull beating of the music Jack was listening to.
A shadow of doubt was cast in Jack’s mind as he angled his eyes in the direction of the voice to find a grinning middle aged man who was about one or two heads shorter than himself. Freckles dotted the man’s face especially his cheeks, but the most prominent feature of the man’s image was his striking purple eyes or more precisely the impression that those eyes gave off. Closing his eyes and letting out a breath, Jack walked away from the cart, the vendor, and the strange man with a wave,
“That’s fine. I don’t need ya help, partner,” he called to the people that he had left behind while making sure to emphasis the word “partner”.
Walking away without looking back the contemptuous Jack heaved a sigh of relief; he could tell from the way that man looked at him that there was going to be trouble, something which Jack always tried to avoid. Allowing the music to sink into his skin once more, he allowed his muscles to release the tension that had accumulated in the few seconds that the strange man appeared. Fingers clinched abruptly jarred Jack from his rhythmic nirvana and he wheeled around to see the man from before struggling to catch his breath. The fists that had been tucked away into the pockets of his black pants clenched slightly as annoyance gripped the owner of those fists,
“Whatcha want ya from me?” Jack asked the man in an even tone despite noting that the man was incapable of responding to him.
Silence passed as Jack’s eyes widened at the soundless response the grinning man made once he caught his breath again. The response was so chilling a lump formed in his throat while small beads of sweat raced down his chest where his heart began to thump rapidly, but he knew he had heard correctly: I found the person that killed your caretaker. Follow me.
Jack’s lip reading abilities had never steered him wrong and he knew there was no point in pretending that he hadn’t heard the man correctly. Before long and without much convincing he was walking in pace with the suspicious man to the hideaway of the supposed murderer. The situation didn’t sit well with Jack, but he had to find out if the person that was being referred to had really killed the old man and if it was the truth. Jack’s eyes darkened at the possibility of the scenario turning out to be a legitimate find; his skin crackled with the desire to avenge the old man’s.
Sundown found both men standing at the entrance of an abandoned hut in an alley where no one ever ventured to. This was simply because this area held most of the thugs and pirate hideaways that came to Saint Reia along with Marines who were rejected after their loss upon the island. As the two men stood at the entrance the sound that could be heard was the faint spouts of music that were emitted by Jack’s headphones. Peering straight ahead he could as his body began to tense up, but from what he didn’t know or understand. What is it? What’s this feelin’ that poisoning my mind and body? he struggled to understand as his mouth dried. A soft tap on the shoulder snapped him back to focus as he glanced down at the man once more, who gave him a thumbs up and gestured for Jack to walk through the veil that covered the entrance. Dead eyes gazed back at the man, who had introduced himself as “Akugi”. Tentatively Jack shifted the veil so that he could see into the dark hut that sat seemingly in the middle of bad side of town to find a cloaked figure sitting in a lotus position in the middle of the dirt floor facing the door. Words failed to come from Jack’s mouth as he recalled that the people had all stated that the killer had worn a cloak that masked the person’s face and all that could be seen was the man’s mouth which was always in a smile. He had found the person that had killed the old man that meant the world to him and he took a step into the hut, but his body was trembling with anger as the eyes that had once been dead filled with vengeful hatred. Struggling to keep his wits about him Jack shakily asked the man a question that would seemingly sound innocent, but would verify whether this man was truly who he had been looking for,
“Yo,” he began with a dangerous edge to his voice as the lump in his throat became a knot of anger, “…ya wouldn’t happen ta know Old man Yomohoshi, would ya?”
The grin widened sinisterly as the cloaked person rose to their feet without using their hands and Jack watched as the mouth formed into several spiteful words that sent him off the proverbial deep end,
“You mean that washed up old man that died in the arms of his apprentice? Yea, I knew him quite well,” the response came. Before Akugi could offer his own piece to the conversation Jack launched himself at the person in the middle of the room with blazing eyes; eyes filled with such intensity he thought he could even heat spewing out of them. His right smashed into the ground where the cloaked person had been standing, but the person proved to be no ordinary thug by leaping away quickly and with ease onto an old dresser sitting in the corner of the hut. A crater smoked from where Jack’s fist had slammed into the earth as the young man looked up at the cloaked figure with spidery veins crawled from his temples and began to approach his cheeks as he explained to the figure,
“I normally try ta keep my cool and hide behind my lack of motivation…,” he started to say as he lowered his gaze with gritted teeth, “…but right now…,” he continued as his body began to tremor slightly with emotion, “…right now I’m about to explode!” he exclaimed. That statement was followed by the sound of three steps and a quick hand spring in the dirt that launched Jack into the air to where his opponent sat beaming at him with a less than full set of teeth. Instead of dodging as he had the first time, the cloaked target leaped in the air towards Jack and drove a powerful kick towards the young man’s midsection. Using torque, Jack twisted his body in mid-air and used the momentum to counter the man’s assault with a kick of his own. The exchange between the two combatants made a dull boom as the force generated propelled them in the opposite direction of each. Jack’s feet hit the ground first, but he couldn’t stop his motion as he was sent crashing into more furniture that was hidden in the corner of the hut. Pain racked his body as he burst out from the rubble with an upward thrust of his leg; his white headband was now splotched with brown patches of dirt. His headphones still blared loudly as he stepped out of the wooden mess towards the man,
“You sure are strong. Tell me, just who are you anyway?” the voice mouthed and Jack’s glare sought to pierce the man’s soul with the amount of anger that had welled up within him, but he coolly walked over to where the cloaked person had skillfully perched themselves. It was obvious that he was the only one that had received damage from that exchange and he knew that the man’s strength was formidable from the amount of force generated by the kick. His face twisted in anger as he stood above the grinning cloaked assailant; his opponent had an oddly familiar stance that Jack couldn’t recall seeing before, but it felt as if he had known it his whole life. A sandaled foot blurred towards his head and instinctively Jack brought his right forearm up to block the attack. The force of the strike thudded against his arm painfully, but he forced a defiant smile on his face as he readied to launch his counter attack. Both faces had evil smiles on them as a series of powerful blows were exchanged between the two fighters; the dirt swirled in artful patterns as the feet of the men slid expertly through the dust to execute their strikes.
Feeling as he was being driven backwards, Jack spun counter-clockwise and threw out his left fist hoping that the back of his hand would connect in a powerful spinning back fist. The cloaked man hadn’t anticipated this so he was caught off guard when the large black crashed into his face nearly knocking him to his feet, but the crafty fighter held their footing by widening his base. Immediately taking advantage of the opening Jack did a hand spring and kicked at the man’s body while spinning in order to generate more momentum. From his stunned position the cloaked person couldn’t do much more than raise his arms feebly in an attempt to block the kicks at least that’s what Jack thought until he saw the sweeping leg slicing towards his head. Before he could react the foot slammed into his face and sent him hurtling onto his back in the dirt. As he struggled to get back to his feet Jack saw an image flash by him, an image with a dagger gripped tightly in one hand. Anger flared through Jack’s mind as he watched Akugi sprint towards the cloaked person holding the dagger with crude form; it was obvious that the middle aged creep wasn’t a fighter. In one swift step Jack covered the distance between himself and the racing Akugi,
“Don’t ya dare interfere in this fight” he warned as he threw a powerful knee into the unprepared Akugi’s stomach.
The blow sent the fragile man’s body hurtling through the air before it plopped just before the entrance to the hut in a dusty landing. Turning his head back towards the cloaked figure Jack wanted to resume his combat, but before he could react a flashing white streak came split his figure in half. Reflexively he did a quick backwards hop step and managed to avoid the blow, but the top of his gakuran was split down the middle along with the white sleeveless shirt he had been wearing underneath; the clothes had been shredded as if it were by a blade. Unable to comprehend what had transpired, Jack looked from his clothing back up at the attacker in time to feel the full force of a kick to the chest that sent him flying helplessly through the air. His descent to the ground was painful and a sharp crack rang through the stale air of the hut as Jack spluttered blood from his mouth; he was sure that his ribs had just been broken. This person’s amazin’…I ain’t fought someone like him since the old man… he realized as he wobbled to his feet once more. Blood streaked freely from his hairline to his upper lip and his mouth was full of his blood as that too spill in a substantial amount from his lips; he began to feel sick as the flow of blood continued to splatter on the ground. He could no longer he the rhythm of his music and he was losing the battle,
“How troublesome…I tried everythin’ old man,” he regretted to no one in particular with a shrug of his shoulders, “…in the end I was only a man who could go this far. If ya don’t forgive me then so be it. I’ve done enough after all,” he finished. The hut was silent as the comprehension of his statement sank into the atmosphere. Tapping noises were heard as the cloaked figure leaped into the air with a wild grin on his face, his feet poised to smash mercilessly into Jack’s body when suddenly blood exploded from where his face was supposed to be.
“Wha-” was the only noise that escaped Jack’s parched mouth as he stood dumbfounded by what had taken place. The body fell limply from the air and landed at his feet with blood oozing heavily from where the head area was. Jack acted quickly and removed the remainder of his tattered top along with the undershirt in a futile attempt to staunch the bleeding spewing from the man’s head. Pressing as hard as he could only caused more blood to soak through the clothing and stain his hands until soon there was small puddle soiling the knees of Jack’s pants. Struggling to control his breathing Jack tried to understand what had taken place when a loud noise filled his ear and his headphones shattered effectively putting an end to the background music that had been bumping throughout the entire event. Reaching up slowly Jack touched his own head expecting to find that he had been wounded, but he no blood rested on his fingertips when he examined them. Turning in the direction that he thought the noise had come from the overwhelmed 20-year old found Akugi pointing the barrel of a .22 caliber Beretta in his direction with smoking wisping lazily off the from the tip.
“Goodness mate. You are really are a sure fighter. I didn’t think anyone could keep up with that monster, but you see,” he explained excitedly while jiggling a burlap sack that Jack didn’t remember him having when they came here, “…it was all worth the show. Needless to say I could have killed that person quite early one, but I was simply enthralled with your combat prowess. Alas I was never a fighter…” the man mockingly sobbed.
Turning away from Jack, Akugi shook the back once more and a mad grin filled his face when he turned back towards Jack,
“I would say the full amount of beri is in this bag,” he announced joyously while raising the bag into the bright sunrise, “…and now to tie up the loose ends” he finished darkly as he pointed his gun at Jack again. Evening his breathing, Jack prepared to counter the attack he knew was coming, but his movements had to be perfect in order to survive. The moment that Akugi had turned away Jack had taken a firm grip of the cloak of the now dead fighter and he would use that as his way out.
“Bye, mate,” Akugi said in an annoying nasally, British voice. Seconds passed slowly as the finger on the trigger strained and finally pulled the trigger. As these seconds passed Jack threw the cloak in front of him so that the shooters vision was blocked before he pounced towards the wall with a mighty effort. It seemed as if no time at all had passed when the cloaked was riddled with bullet holes from the laughing Akugi, but Jack had also leaped into the air directly at the scheming man with eyes enflamed with an emotion he had never dealt with before. Akugi’s laughter was cut short as he turned to his left to see Jack’s powerful knee slam into his face, knocking him to the ground and causing him to lose his gun in the process. Driving his foot into the ground Jack pounced on him before he could have gotten his bearings on what had happened; his mind blanked as fists smashed Akugi’s face many times. Each blow made his arms feel heavier, but the madness that had spread throughout his soul consumed to the point that he felt nothing; none of the pain that echoed through his body weakened his desire. It was such an infernal desire that he dared not actually think about; it was something that he had never thought himself capable of before.
He wanted to kill Akugi.
Blood stuck to his fist until it formed a thin red film that seeped into his knuckles and squelched noisily against his palm as the vicious passion drove him to strike many times despite the fact that Akugi had fallen limp. Raising his right fist once more, Jack glared down at the disfigured human being before him with eyes that only would be satisfied with more blood. Weakly Akugi looked up at Jack before sucking a deep breath and whispering in fear,
“A devil?” he murmured before passing out again, leaving his body to the mercy of Jack’s rage. The final blow plummeted towards Akugi’s head and Jack was never more positive that he was going to kill someone, but then something happened that he hadn’t expected; Akugi’s head lulled just out of the way of the devastating blow. Earth was shot up into the air when the force of the attack struck the ground and seconds later it rained down upon Jack. Panting, he gathered himself up as he finally reclaimed himself from the madness that had spread taken possession of his soul. Looking back towards the body of the cloaked person, Jack decided that it was better that he didn’t know who the assailant was instead he reached for the burlap sack and started on his way home.
Shaking the bag lightly, the half naked young man pondered whether he would ever have a normal day in the streets of Saint Reia.
(OOC: I feel like this is pick pocketing even though my character beat the person up and then stole the money. Otherwise I don’t know what to classify it as)