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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 12, 2010 23:42:27 GMT -7
Squall ran through the night. Things had been fine at home so why was he out here? His father that’s why. He had been in rehab for his drug and alcohol addiction but at the first sign of being clean he had checked out. He had heard that his son and daughter were living with their aunt and just showed up unannounced at their doorstep. Things were fine until after dinner he fell right back into his old ways again, drinking and carrying on like nothing was wrong. Till he too it too far and flew into a rage that someone had knocked over his drink. Being Squall was the closet one, his father took out his rage on him. Squall did that first thing that came to his mind.
He ran. Ran right out the door and didn’t look back, even with his family calling his name. And he didn’t stop running until he ran out of breath. By that time, he had no clue where he was or even how to get back. Stopping to catch his breath, he noticed something wet and sticky running down his temple. Running a hand over it, he saw a bit of blood that had come from a scratch on his forehead. The son of a bitch he called a dad had cut him.
Hearing a rustle behind him, Squall forgot all about his injury. Turning to look and see just what it was, he saw a shadow behind him. The first thought in his head was that it had been his dad, following him to finish what he had started. Upon closer looks, however, he saw the guy was too skinny looking to be his dad. In fact, it was just another urchin of the streets, a mugger looking for an easy heist. And tonight, that just happened to be Squall, a young 17 year old out in the wrong place at the wrong time. And what a wrong place it was. This guy had him cornered with no way out.
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Post by murazar on Mar 12, 2010 23:56:08 GMT -7
Murazar licked his lips and put his gloves back on after he finished cleaning his lips in the cold icy night. He had just finished a job which entailed killing a man and he was walking back. He now had his company set up but that mean't nothing in terms of taking his jobs. He grinned as he thought about the poor homeless person who had tried to mug him.
Pathetic fool should realize i'm at the very least look dangerous. He shook his head before pausing a moment to feel for some heartbeats. He heard in his ears a young one welll cared for pounding so hard he could dance to the beat. The other was a little older and not well cared for, it was as calm as his although in a moment a spike of excitement seemed to hit it.
He frowned for a moment before deciding he'd walk over to see what was going on. For one he was bored and still had a couple of hours left before he even had to start heading the way to a safehouse. Secondly, he felt a odd anger at homeless people. How dare they attack people who actually do something with their lives?
That was just temporary prejudiced and would pass quickly, but then again it was murazar and they way he made it pass was through force. He decided to stick to the shadows. He checked his weaponry, .45 silenced check, knife check, and his steel mask w/ ski mask also check. He decided since the homeless person was obviously human and far weaker than him if he wanted to kill him he'd just rip his veterbrae out with his head.
He silently snuck right behind the man and before he could get closer to the kid he grabbed his throat. Pulling him back he snapped his neck and proceeded to hold his body down by his shoulder with one hand while ripping his spinal cord through his neck with his other. During that he pointed the body away so the blood would splurt from the arteries away from him halfway on the kid and the wall.
He handled the spinal cord and attached head with a look of approval before chunking it aside. He turned around and as he wiped his hands on the bums clothing he was thinking about what to do with the kid.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 15, 2010 0:07:22 GMT -7
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Squall started to panic as the mugger approached him. He had no way out of this alley except through the guy and to be honest that sounded like an even stupider idea than just standing there and letting him possibly kill him. Then another shadow came into the alley. ”Oh great,” he thought. ”One of this guy’s friends.” Now he was really outnumbered and it seemed to him that his chances of escaping this unscathed had just gone from slim to next to nil.
But something didn’t seem right about the situation the closer the shadow got to the pair. It looked like he was sneaking up on the guy. Great, this guy was going to off this guy and then come after him. Or so it seemed until the shadow grabbed the mugger’s neck and ripped the guy’s head off Mortal Kombat style. Blood sprayed the walls and some of it splashed onto Squall’s face, staining the white blonde streaks of his hair red where he had turned his head to avoid getting the red liquid in his eyes. His once white shirt and jeans were also splashed with bits of the mugger’s blood.
When he looked back to the pair before him, he saw the homeless would be mugger on the ground in a crumpled heap and the other standing over him. The stranger wiped his now bloody hand on the fallen man’s dingy jacket before turning to look at him. Something about that look made Squall’s blood run cold. It seemed that he was trying to figure out what to do with the teenager and after that display of brutality, the images of what he was possibly thinking that came to Squall’s mind weren’t exactly good to think about.
Oddly enough, he wasn’t really grossed out by what he had just seen though. The mugger’s death, the body on the ground, even the way this stranger had handled the severed head and attached spinal column with a sick look of approval on his face didn’t creep him out. And he had no idea why. Why was the only thing he was scared of was what this guy might be thinking of doing to him? All he could do at the moment was stay backed into the corner he was in and keep his mouth shut to avoid risking his neck by saying something stupid that could get him killed.
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Post by murazar on Mar 15, 2010 17:48:59 GMT -7
Once finished he stood straight up and pulled his suit tighter together to give him a more sharp appearance. He turned halfway out of the alleyway before faking to remember the kid to his right.
He turned back towards the kid and held a hand up to his chin and spoke softly, as if musing to himself. His Italian accent vaguely apparent." Now what to do with you..." He motioned with his left hand to stay still.
He frowned thinking for a moment, Well i'm already toying with him. He's probably to a degree emotionally disturbed by what I just did. He truly was trying to decide what to do with him, at the moment he was unsure of whether to hire the kid, take pity and train him, or just kill him.
He liked challenges to the point of suicide, yet he was lazy sometimes and at the moment he was in a bind of which to do. He spoke softly again," Now what do you wish to be done with you?" He grinned devilishly more than likely if the kid did answer it'd be as simple as alive or dead. Some wanted to be alive and some were indirectly trying to commit suicide.
It mattered not which to him, what did matter was that it bought him more time and a second opinion of what to do with him. He tried to think ahead but decided that there were just too many unknown variables about the kid. For the moment he didn't mind if the matter was influenced by what could be the second corpse here.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 17, 2010 1:08:27 GMT -7
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"Now what to do with you..." the stranger said in what seemed to be a slight Italian accented voice. Squall stayed perfectly still, thinking to possibly hide in the shadows. Not likely when it seemed that this guy could spot him no matter where he was. " Now what do you wish to be done with you?" the stranger asked finally.
Squall had to think about that one. Most people would just beg for their life and be done with it. But what did he really have to live for? His sister, his cousins…a drunken drug addict beating on him day in and day out? He really didn’t want to go back to that life. But he couldn’t just run away. That wasn’t in his character. And yet that was exactly what he had done when his dad had hit him.
His thoughts went to Romi, his kid sister. She’d be fine without him. Their dad seemed to like her more and if he didn’t take care of her then their aunt would. She didn’t need him right? Sure maybe as her protector, like he usually was when she got picked on by Hide and Hiraku, but if she didn’t learn to rely on herself, what would she grow up to be?
”I bet you’re just waiting for me to beg for my life?” Squall said finally. ”But I won’t. If you had the intention to kill me, you would have done it sooner than this.” He wasn’t stupid. Maybe a little crazy acting defiant like he was but the way he saw it he had little to lose. ”Not like I have much to live for anyway,” he added softly. ”Unless you want me to say work for you in exchange for my life.” Doing what though, Squall didn’t know if he wanted to find out.
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Post by murazar on Mar 17, 2010 15:29:32 GMT -7
Murazar was somewhat impressed he gave a nod and spoke softly with some interest. "Well then we should start with the job interview. After all if i'm to have a new employee at my company I need to know what your capable of."
He motioned to take a seat, murazar kicked over the dead homeless persons corpse for him to sit on, it was still splurting blood though now irregularly. He picked up the head/veterbrae and sat on the skull. He made himself somewhat comfortable before crossing his legs and ensuring no blood accidently got on his clothing.
He began somewhat seriously and quietly," Now first off I am The Director of W.F.T.W. Better known as the mercenary corporation Wolf-Fox Trans-World. We are primarily located in london and cover the entire U.K. with our services although we do help along some of the african wars or other countries delegates."
He finished and then began to ask several questions professionally, "Now I need to know what skills and experience you have. Previous work experience or degrees do not matter in my company. Illegal experience or skills is also welcomed as they only help instead of hinder us. Secondly, your young. I need to know if your out of the house or not, if necessary I wil buy a apartment for you and pay the first years rent and expenses until you are comfortable with you job. Lastly, if you have any preferences of what kind of work you wish to have just ask."
He finished it all in a few breaths before saying after a moment of thought." Oh yes, if you have any questions after you answer mine. Feel free to ask."
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 18, 2010 7:25:38 GMT -7
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"Well then we should start with the job interview. After all if I'm to have a new employee at my company I need to know what you’re capable of.” Seriously? This guy was thinking of hiring him? Squall had thought that he would just laugh in his face and then kill him after toying with him a bit longer. But hey, why waste the opportunity to live?
He motioned for Squall to take a seat. He had kicked over the mugger’s body to make the seat. A bloody seat, considering that the guy’s body was still spurting blood at irregular intervals. Again, it should have bothered him but at the moment, Squall wasn’t taking any chances in getting this guy mad and getting killed. The stranger, who introduced himself simply as the director of an organization Squall had no knowledge of, took a seat on the fallen guy’s skull.
"Now first off I am The Director of W.F.T.W. Better known as the mercenary corporation Wolf-Fox Trans-World. We are primarily located in London and cover the entire U.K. with our services although we do help along some of the African wars or other countries delegates." Well now, that sort of sounded like fun. Squall listened as he ratted off questions that needed answers.
"Now I need to know what skills and experience you have. Previous work experience or degrees do not matter in my company. Illegal experience or skills is also welcomed as they only help instead of hinder us.” he said. ”Sorry, can’t say that I have anything illegal under my belt,” Squall replied. ”as for the skills that I do possess, I can hack my way into just about anything given enough time to work with it. Usually doesn’t take too long though. I’ve had lots of practice at school breaking past those annoying blocks they put on computers.”
“Secondly, you’re young. I need to know if you’re out of the house or not, if necessary I will buy an apartment for you and pay the first years rent and expenses until you are comfortable with you job.” That one took Squall by surprise. It wasn’t often that a boss or even potential boss offered to buy an apartment for one of their workers. But how could he refuse that offer? It got him away from his dad, considering that he wouldn’t tell the bastard where he was, and he could basically do what he wanted within reason. ”No I’m not out of the house yet but I am of age to be,” he replied. ”Honestly it doesn’t sound like a bad idea to get out on my own anyway.”
”Lastly, if you have any preferences of what kind of work you wish to have just ask." ”Preferences? You mean like would I prefer to be out in the field as an assassin or be a lab rat? Personally I’ll take the lab rat over assassin any day,” he replied.
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Post by murazar on Mar 18, 2010 16:19:05 GMT -7
Murazar nodded and took a moment to think, the kid was probably exaggerating and didn't know that he did sponser illegal actvities. Even the cops hired them for those things every great once in awhile. Alright, a tech boy then. Probably still need to teach him how to fight. If not how to live a bit if he has no idea.
He put his hand in his pocket and ruffled around the keys and pulled one out. It was brass colored and short, there was a hole drilled in it for a necklace. He held it up for a moment to make it in clean sight of the kid.
He began seriously," Alright then, this is the key to the apartment. Which would be if you accepted the job, however if you do. Tonight I will show you where you would be living, secondly i'd show you my company and tell you what to do tomorrow. Lastly, me and some doctors and other techies will conduct enough of a search and health record that it would impress scotland yard. Once I show you the company i'll tell you what you'll have to for the examination process and we'll get you started on your job the day after."
He finished even more serious than ever. He heard a car parking with really old breaks and heard the heartbeat of someone who seemed to just be waiting for someone. I'll take that then, whoever is conducting the deal is going to probably die.
He tossed the key to the kid," If you accept catch and follow me. If not you can leave. I don't give offers twice." His face broke out in a grin as he stood up and stretched for a moment. He kicked the head up into his head, rounded the corner and chunked it into the darkness. To the kid it would seem as it was just a random toss. To his perfect night-vision he pinpointed the man it turned out waiting at the car.
It slammed into the mans head before he could even light his ciggerette in his mouth and snapped his neck. He didn't have time to make much more than a semi-quiet death scream and fall over. He started to walk to the car at a leisurely pace. He didn't even pay too much attention to the kid until he killed the man. Afterwards he gave a small whistle of approval to himself.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 19, 2010 9:04:38 GMT -7
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"Alright then, this is the key to the apartment.” the director said, fishing around in his pockets to produce a small key. ”Which would be if you accepted the job, however if you do. Tonight I will show you where you would be living, secondly I’d show you my company and tell you what to do tomorrow. Lastly, me and some doctors and other techies will conduct enough of a search and health record that it would impress Scotland yard. Once I show you the company I’ll tell you what you'll have to for the examination process and we'll get you started on your job the day after."
He tossed the key to Squall. "If you accept catch and follow me. If not you can leave. I don't give offers twice." he said. Squall had only a split second to make that decision. He decided to give this a shot. Not like he was doing anything else with his life. Catching the key, he looked up to see the guy toss the head he had been sitting on into the darkness. To Squall’s eyes, it was merely a random toss, maybe into a trash can or something to that effect. But he had to suspect it was something more sinister than that, judging by the manic grin the director had on his face at that particular moment. He heard a noise that was almost inaudible to his human ears as he followed his new boss out the alley.
A thought came to his mind. ”What about my family?” he asked. ”My dad I could care less if he dies, but my sister’s going to wonder where I went.”
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Post by murazar on Mar 20, 2010 11:44:53 GMT -7
As they neared the car squall voiced up some problems. Sisters? Well crap, i've never had to deal with a sibling problem. Hmm... He paused for a moment and turned around just as a lamp flickered near the car and lit up for a moment showing the dead man with a head caved in and blood dribbling out due to a crushed face.
The homeless mans head was on the ground next to him also slightly crushed up. He replied, "Well tell your sisters some of the truth. Stay away for a few days, show up in some new clothes that look fairly decent. Tell them you have a job working with computers that pays well and you decided to move away. If neccessary I could show up and play the part of a concerned manager or something. Or i'll get my brother to show up since he can show up during the day."
He paused mulling that over for a moment before nodding to himself. Rrahkarr could do that for him, after all he needed to get to know his employee's too since he was murazar's second in command.
He blinked before holding out his hand, "Oh yes I forgot. We never told each other our names. La Valupe, or The Fox at your service. The first is my previous professions name and the second is the translation of it and the current title I hold in my organization." Might as well know the kids name if he was to work with him.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 21, 2010 0:30:24 GMT -7
When the street light flicked on, Squall couldn't help but gasp at the sight of yet another bloody body lying on the ground. Had it been this guy's death scream that he had vaguely heard? His thoughts were interrupted by the director's voice. "Well tell your sisters some of the truth. Stay away for a few days, show up in some new clothes that look fairly decent. Tell them you have a job working with computers that pays well and you decided to move away. If neccessary I could show up and play the part of a concerned manager or something. Or i'll get my brother to show up since he can show up during the day." Squall figured he could do that but would his sister really understand that? He could try at least. Wait...this guy couldn't go out in the daylight? Did that mean he was...
His attention was brought back as he looked up to see the guy's hand outstretched towards him. "Oh yes I forgot. We never told each other our names. La Valupe, or The Fox at your service. The first is my previous professions name and the second is the translation of it and the current title I hold in my organization." Odd name. It sounded like a code name or something. But who was he to judge? He could've just changed his name. Still he shook his hand. "Squall. Squall Miyazaki," he replied.
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Post by murazar on Mar 21, 2010 8:16:20 GMT -7
Murazar kept the grip firm, but evident he wasn't going to crush the poor kids hand. He let go after a moment and motioned for him to follow. He spoke up after a moment of rolling the dead man and spare head away from the car. "Oh yea, I forgot. You don't have any biasness of working with vampires or werewolves do you? Because my organization is filled with them, not just humans. "
He riffled through the pockets, pulling out the mans key to the car he picked out the mans wallet. Taking out the couple of twenties the man had he handed them to the kid...Squall, have to think of him as that before he gets his working name
After standing back up he grinned at squall before unlocking the car. "Another reason I asked that is, well i'm a vampire and my brother also your boss and my second. Is a werewolf." He opened the car door and sat inside before starting it up and taking a few minutes to fix the air condition to something hotter considering that it was still cold outside even if the wind wasn't blowing tonight.
He grinned to himself maniacally, he was having a good night. Besides getting a new mercenary who dealt in computers he also was going to get a new car for the night instead of having to walk around. After the kid was dropped off with his instructions. He'd see to giving it to the mechanics to scrap ASAP.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 22, 2010 1:06:01 GMT -7
"Oh yea, I forgot. You don't have any biasness of working with vampires or werewolves do you? Because my organization is filled with them, not just humans." The Fox said, riffling through the dead guy’s pockets. Really, Squall didn’t know anything, other than legends, of vampires or werewolves. ”I don’t have any problem with them,” he said. ”Provided I don’t become their lunch.” He watched as he unlocked the car. Then he took the few twenties that his boss had taken from the dead guy’s wallet. Some part of him said that it was wrong but another said what was the guy going to do with it now? He was dead so the obvious answer was nothing.
"Another reason I asked that is, well i'm a vampire and my brother, also your boss and my second, is a werewolf." he added. Well that explained a few things. No human could tear a guy’s spine out like this guy had unless they were maybe a body builder. And this guy didn’t seem to be the type for that. ”Well, that certainly clears a few things,” Squall replied. ”No human could do what you did back there in that alley. Not easily anyway. Then there was the comment about you not going out in the daylight.”
Squall shivered. The wind many not be blowing tonight but the cold cut right through the jacket and sweater he was wearing. He had to admit. Being human sucked at times.
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Post by murazar on Mar 22, 2010 14:49:40 GMT -7
Murazar stuck his head out the window with the heat blasting, apparently the previous owner liked it hot right then since it was already on. He spoke calm as ever," Well get in, besides if you know anything about vampires its that I don't feel the cold. The first hint of my not shivering and wearing such a thing suit with no real insulation in it would be your first hint. If not the fact i'm paler than the moon."
Those were the easy signs during this weather and night. He spoke again," Now i'm going to take you to your apartment and tell you what you need to do tomorrow when you sign up with my organization. Also, at the moment I need any and all questions. Vampires, werewolves, what your job would be, etcetera. I can answer them tommorrow. However, it'd be good to give you something to think about tonight and tomorrow morning."
He needed to keep this kids mind busy, plus he needed more knowledge if he didn't know about vampires. He didn't need the kid to get attacked one day and die on him. Be it off the job or if he retired, the possibility was way too high in this profession.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 23, 2010 10:03:58 GMT -7
---------------------------------------------------------------MY SECRET SIDE I KEEP HID UNDER LOCK AND KEY [/color] I keep it caged but I can't control it 'CAUSE IF I LET HIM OUT HE’LL TEAR ME UP, BREAK ME DOWN[/color][/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------[/center]
"Well get in, besides if you know anything about vampires it’s that I don't feel the cold. The first hint of my not shivering and wearing such a thing suit with no real insulation in it would be your first hint. If not the fact I’m paler than the moon." he said, sticking his head out the window. Getting into the car’s passenger seat, Squall was glad of the heater. ”To be fair, it was dark so I couldn’t see how pale you are,” he said as his shivering ceased the warmer he got. The not shivering while wearing just a suit in this weather could have been that he had just liked the cold, or so the boy had thought.
He spoke again. "Now I’m going to take you to your apartment and tell you what you need to do tomorrow when you sign up with my organization. Also, at the moment I need any and all questions. Vampires, werewolves, what your job would be, etcetera. I can answer them tomorrow. However, it'd be good to give you something to think about tonight and tomorrow morning." Squall thought a moment about any questions he had for the director. ”I would ask what my job would be but I think that would have to wait until you’d done all you things tomorrow,” he said finally. ”Though I do need to know how to tell the difference between a werewolf and a human. Vampires I get but from what I know and have heard, they look like humans until they shift. I’d hate to get one mad before I knew what I was dealing with.” The last thing Squall wanted was to get eaten…or worse.
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