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 too late. Seth narrowly dodges out of the way from a bullet that was going to fly into his head. The real Balrog. The man on the floor was just a decoy he specifically trained himself. The Balrog is always ready in every situation they say. "NIXON!" Seth screams.
Nixon goes to protect his head and Balrog fires into him, quickly switching to Seth who dashed into the office and is currently hiding behind the boss's desk.
"FUCK!"
Balrog quickly goes inside, Nixon is on death's bed, passed out on the floor. Balrog kills Manuel and the biker girl, continuing into the room to kill Seth.
Seth winces in pain to realize there's a bullet in his left shoulder.
Johan quickly charges through the hallway with a gun in hand, quickly pointing it at Balrog who quickly spins around and fires at Johan. They both miss.
"Looks like the legendary Balrog is still human too."
Johan Nostradamus, a hitman with over fifty-seven kills under his belt. Considered legendary within his community for his innate intellect and impossibly quick reaction times. His last name simply being a title given to him for his prowess in predicting others to an almost flawless degree. Throughout his time as a hitman though he has struggled to find anyone who could give him a challenge, which led him here today.
The most unpredictable man in the world. The Balrog, or just known as Balrog.
"Are you ready." They stand waiting for the first one to shoot. Balrog fires, dropping to the floor, Johan follows, lunging forwards and lowering himself to the ground, opening fire. Seth jumps out from cover to avoid being hit behind the desk and goes to stab Balrog in the neck.
Balrog rolls out of the way, avoid the shots and getting stabbed by Seth.
Seth quickly chucks his knife at Balrog, who quickly dodges, and trying to sprint out the door. Balrog shoots him, Johan reloads. Seth falls onto the ground, he was hit in the leg and Johan gets closer, so close in fact that they are only a couple of inches from each other.
Seth limps out of the office, taking Nixon and leaving.
Johan and Balrog stuck in a standoff. "You were actually in this place the whole time, weren't you? Waiting in room 101, preparing for this." Johan smiles. "Looks like it didn't go to plan."
Balrog doesn't respond, just the same blank expression.
"I wish you had something to say, it would help a lot."
"Where is Marshall Bishop?"
"Excuse me?" Johan's eyes widen, surprised by his question. "So you can talk."
"Where is Marshall Bishop?"
"Who is Marshall Bishop?"
Balrog stops for a moment, thinking about what he wants to say next. He sighs. "I thought that was him." Balrog points at the boss's body with his eyes and Johan quickly glances at it.
"The boss of this place?"
"Who knows..." Balrog pauses, "Where is Marshall Bishop?" He says it again but in a whisper.
"Is the reason you find people to kill because of this Marshall?"
"Yes... and no."
Balrog clamps onto his gun and Johan notices, quickly pushing his arm up to avoid getting shot and trying to shoot him with his free hand. Balrog flips out a small pistol in his waistband in his available and shoots Johan.
Johan winces in pain, Balrog tries shooting him in the head with the smaller gun. Johan kicks him in the knee, startling Balrog. Johan smiles, going into a Judo throw, grabbing Balrog by the collar and slamming into the boss's desk.
The desk breaks under Balrog's weight. "So you can be surprised!" Johan falls onto his knees, firing at Balrog but missing his shot. "Shit..."
Balrog, tensed up his entire body to prevent himself from feeling pain.
Before Balrog could kill Johan though, the boss gets back up. Balrog rolls off the broken desk and gets back up, keeping his gun on the boss. Johan looks like he's about to vomit.
The boss is humming. No, rather... El Presidente, also known as Curico or Um... he has many names.
We will be calling him Curico from now on, meaning black waters. "So the Balrog really does exist." Curico comments, adjusting his suit, and trying to smudge off the blood currently on him. "Lucky me, this body doesn't die until," Curico pauses, flicking out a watch on his wrist. "Two more minutes. That young effeminate boy was a bit clumsy wasn't he?"
"What the fuck?"
Curico looks at Johan, kneeling down to him. "Could you become mine?"
"Fuck yo-" Johan collapses before he could finish what he was going to say. Balrog stands.
"Are you Marshall Bishop?"
The clock ticks, silence hits. Curico looks at Balrog, taking off the bandages covering his face. "Close..." Curico smiles at him coyly. His face is young with light brown eyes and blonde hair with a bullet hole in his forehead.
Balrog barely knows how to act. "So you know Marshall?"
Curico doesn't respond, he just... dies. Collapsing onto the floor near Johan. Balrog leaves with a dissatisfied look on his face. Abandoning the warzone behind him and leaving the hotel.
Injured: Seth Alpheus Hunt, Nixon Driver, and Johan Nostradamus.
Deceased: Melissa Ambrosia, Piana Darus, Manuel Romero, Paul Coxton, and Vincent Monroe.
Missing: Michael Vas, Yua Arai.
"The game will begin at a later date."
"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
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