Magus hoisted himself into the open window of the second floor of the run down apartment complex. The room was empty, save for the roaches who occupied it. This area he had settled in was brutal, many opposing groups had pretty much wiped the common-folk population out. However, after being inactive for long, his presence was made known again, and he knew for once in a long while, someone was coming after him. Magus shrugged the feeling off, as he shut the window down to its rotting wooden window sill. The room itself was disgusting, the walls were peeling, the floor creaking with every step as bugs skittered across. However, this complex had others in it, others hiding from the clans, or for their own reasons. This frantic behavior of hiding made people paranoid, which was a feeling Magus loved when he killed. Taking a deep breath, Magus sat down against the wall beneath the window, took out his pipe, loaded it, and took a nice breath. Nightfall had just begun, it was 9:46 P.M., yet the complex was incredibly quiet. Magus took advantage of the somewhat serene moment and began to reminisce. Rocky, a foe turned ally, his only ally. Deman, an ally leading a faction against him in a brutal fight. Avenger, the showdown at the church, Ice Man, the battle inside of the urban metropolis. He knew at one point he would?ve eventually had to run into Cucumba, but something went wrong, Magus had to go dormant for a while, his profile had become too high, and a mercenary with a high profile is useless.
KNOCK KNOCK
Magus slightly jumped a little as he heard a knocking on the door.
Why is someone knocking if this room is completely vacant?
KNOCK KNOCK
'?Open the door, I can smell the **** you're smoking dumbass!"
Magus took a look at his pipe and chuckled, he took one last hit and put it on the floor. Slowly, he stood up and approached the door, adjusting his hair.
"Alright, alright, you've got me, I'm coming. Don't kick that door in, I'm going to need it." Magus yelled.
"Then shut the **** up and open this so I don?t have to kick your face in." The muffled voice replied from beyond the door.
Magus chuckled again, and opened the door, only to face five burly men, and two toned women cramming the narrow hallway outside of the room. These individuals were all in uniform, wearing red and black pants and sleeveless shirts, on the front ?S2K? was printed in bold, dead center. Magus calmly began to speak as a smile spread across his face. All of the men were bald, the two women?s hair was short and uneven, both had ebony black hair. Some of them could even pass for attractive if they cleaned themselves up...
"Good evening kind folks, now that you know who is in here, if you excuse me, I was just in the middle of some rest and rela-"
"Look I ain't got time for your mouth, all I know is someone is in here who shouldn't be, this ain?t no residential resort for your long haired hippy arse to squat in whenever you want, now get the hell out or you?re going to have to see what your teeth feel like when you're digesting them."
Magus shook his finger at them and gave them a tsk-tsk motion.
"Surely you can?t be so rude to a new guest, haha! I do think I like it here perfectly--Ah!"
Without warning or hesitation the front man who had done all the talking charged, and plowed into Magus. Holding his balance, Magus did not fall, but was pushed back into the wall. His left elbow stuck out and pierced a hole into the rotting wall, roaches scattered everywhere. For a brief moment Magus looked up, the rest of the clan members stood there, as if they had the utmost confidence put into their contender. Magus pushed the man back with his free arm, and wrenched his other arm free of the rotten grasp. He charged the man, and grabbed him by his neck, lifted him from the ground, and began to squeeze.
"Your ragged body would taste like hell itself anyways, you lowlife piece of trash."
The man began to kick and squirm, his other members began to move in on the cramped studio room, Magus? grip tightened as they walked in. He heard flints locking in place as they all started to pull out handguns. Magus looked over at the two women and gave a cheesy smile, as he then quickly turned to the window, his prisoner in his hand gasping, grabbing the hand around his neck and trying to pry it open.
"Now, one step closer and I can crush this man's windpipe, and that would be very bad, now, wouldn?t it? He seems like an alright guy and I really don?t think you'd want to lose him now, would you?"
The rest of the gang members didn?t say anything, as they silently complied with Magus, lowering their weapons.
"However crushing his windpipe could prove messy after all if his neck does completely cave, and that would just be absolutely disgusting to wash from my hands now, no? At the very least, his corpse should be in plain view if anything."
Magus backed toward the window, and opened it with his free arm, the gang members raised their weapons again, Magus quickly moved the man?s squirming body in front of him as a shield.
"You'd shoot your friend just to get at me? I?m flattered!"
Magus gave out a hearty laugh, the tensions in the room began rising.
"You jump down there, it'll be the biggest mistake you've ever made, this is our home turf pretty boy." One of the men yelled.
"Then it will make this all the more interesting now, wouldn't it?" Magus replied smugly. Using his free hand, Magus opened the large window, held the man outside, dangling down.
"Now, a fall from a second story building isn't lethal. . . more. . . force would be necessary, let?s have go then, right friend?" Magus slid out the window with his prisoner in his hand, approaching the ground, Magus reared back and launched him full force at the cement grave that awaited him.
Magus landed on the hood of a parked car, as it caved under his weight, Magus let out a breath of air as he fell onto the sidewalk. Slowly, he stood up recovering from the impact. He looked in the middle of the street to see a nice area of dark liquid oozing out of a crushed corpse. Magus smiled. Looking up he saw faces peering out of the second story window, Magus looked up and yelled.
"Until next time, friends! Haha!"
Magus ran down the sidewalk into an alleyway, and wasn?t seen again that night.
* * * * *
"So, they say he?s a mercenary from Satan himself, trying to hide? Sounds stupid...If he?s trying to keep a low profile how does killing a man in the middle of a street justify his purpose? ... I see. Alright...Alright...As long as I get compensated for this, he sounds... interesting..." The toned, tanned skin man hung up the phone as he took off his sunglasses, for the sun had begun to set. He adjusted his tie and walked down the crumbling streets of this clan infested outlet. There was no one else walking alone on the street, people walked in packs, either to show supremacy for their own clan, or in fear of getting attacked if they travel alone, it was all the same monotonous thing to The Ruger Man. He had gotten his tip on where his target was currently residing, and he knew he would have to hurry to meet him before darkness fully engulfed the city...
* * * * *
Magus was hunched over the prostitute, draining her of her very life. She stopped convulsing as Magus finally loosened his vice gripped, and removed his hungry mouth from the punctures in her flesh.
"I apologize..it seemed you weren't happy anyways my dear, first day starting your life as a harlot and your client feeds on you...in all actuality I did you somewhat of a favor."
Magus closed his victim?s eyes for her, as he temporarily stashed the body in the bathtub of the small room. The residence Magus was in now was yet another apartment, yet his one actually had a bedroom and a bathroom. However, this apartment was rotting at every possible spot just as the previous one. Moving over to the window of this first floor room, Magus slid it open, and began to exit. Suddenly, before he could begin to move out, a wire had wrapped itself around his neck, and he began to feel force pulling it back. Magus was pulled off of the window sill and back into the dark room. The wire had tightened, as Magus was thrashing wildly like a fish on a hook. The Ruger Man behind Magus had tightened his grip, but this victim was relentless in his pursuit of freedom from the wire, he had not yet slowed down as most victims would have passed out by now. Finally, Magus got a grip on what was going on as he planted his feet steadily on the ground, and pushed back as hard as he can.
CRACK!!!
Magus had slammed his assassin into the wall behind him, splintering one of the studs, pipes leading to other rooms bent against the Ruger Man's back.
Magus leapt across the room, turned, and faced his opponent, who seemed motionless against the concaved wall.
Perhaps something in the wall had impaled him?
"Pathetic," Magus said, seemingly annoyed and a bit startled. Magus turned to face the window again, eh stepped onto the window sill, and began to jump out to the dark city. Across the street he saw two men in a dark alleyway exchanging...something.
SSSSSHHHHT
Magus felt three objects rip through his lower and upper back. Bullets. The Ruger Man was now standing, his gun outstretched. Not only that, the wound on his neck where the wire had begun to sink in was starting to burn immensely, as were the bullet wounds.
"S...Silver?!?" Magus exclaimed, falling out of the window.
This man knew what Magus was, and how to take care of him. Magus ran his injured self to the street, where two S2K members sat on their red crotch rockets, Magus simply approached one and threw him into the other, knocking them off of their bikes. Magus leapt onto the seat of the bike, put it into gear and took off.
The Ruger Man was right behind him, and was already on the other bike after him, firing wildly at his speeding target ahead of him. He reloaded his gun with a free hand, and kept the chase. However, even though the town was rundown and practically overrun, there was law enforcement, and to both of the contender's surprise, a police car pulled out of an alleyway and turned on its lights behind the two, the driver had seen the firing and of course had called for backup.
Magus' head was pulsing, eh had never felt such pain since he actually fell into a church's pool of baptism water. He cranked the throttle of the bike until it wouldn't give anymore, and quickly banked the bike and took a sharp turn. His pursuer and the squad car were a bit behind, but still kept on with their chase. Magus had reached the center of the city, he knew there was a gang in particular that everyone feared, but couldn?t quite remember, and didn?t quite car at the moment, he needed time for his wounds to heal or he?d be finished with a few more shots of that lethal weapon. He looked behind him, and saw the distance between him and his pursuers, the street corner lights zipping by as a fence, people scrambling to the sidewalks, traffic was almost nonexistent in this part of town. Turning back around, Magus had seen a block in the road, old broken down cars barricaded the path ahead of him, and before he had time to react...
WHAAAM
Magus had slammed head-on into the barricade, as he was catapulted from his vehicle, and into the street of the inner city. Magus landed with a loud thud onto the pavement, as he skid for a few yards, he slowly stood up, his body not taking the abuse as good as it should, due to the silver pulsing through his body. He quickly ducked into an alleyway, and jumped into a dumpster, closing the lid. He knew that his pursuers saw the accident, and had more time to react, and probably have found their way around. Magus heard the sirens of the police vehicle, surprisingly, he heard at least three different cars emitting the sound.
More cars are probably assisting them in the chase..that should buy me some time..
Magus ripped his shirt off, as he began to dig in his wounds and remove the bullets inside of him.
I'll find him...I don't just run from my enemies..I'll hunt him down..
Magus removed the bullets, and threw them aside, he waited for the sirens to fade as he jumped out of the dumpster, his body slowly began to recover from the abuse it had taken. Magus looked around, this part of the city was different.
The lights illuminating this part were ignited vehicles, buildings were only half existent, the rest of the majority of them had been blown apart. Apparently, law enforcement and rescue teams had been ignoring this particular part of the city, and not even S2K or Zen members walked the streets, it was completely empty. Magus jogged toward one of the few buildings that retained it?s original exterior shape, and somehow fully intact, and entered a broken window. He could tell this building at one time was some kind of corporate office. Desks, chairs, cubicle walls, machinery had littered the floor still. Magus slowly walked his way to the door labeled "Stairs".
Instincts were guiding Magus, he knew what he wanted had somehow made its way into the building as well. He climbed the stairs to the absolute top of the large multistory building, and made his way onto the roof. His steps echoing in the vacant building, not a soul could be sensed by Magus. . . save one. The cool night breeze greeted Magus as he opened the door for the roof access, he did not have time so savor it, as standing on the opposite end of the roof, was his assassin, standing there calmly, still saying nothing. Sirens could be heard again as he heard them getting closer to the building.
Not wanting to fall victim to the bullets of his bane, Magus immediately charged at his full inhuman speed, swaying from side to side avoiding incoming fire from the enemy, magus heard the click of a gun out of ammunition as he launched himself into the air and slammed into his opponent.
The man grunted as he lost his balance and went over the edge of the building, hanging on to the ledge, Magus had over-pursued his attack, and found himself clinging to the ledge of the building as well. The Ruger Man?s weapon of choice fell from his grip and down into the street, now illuminated by red and blue lights everywhere, men could be seen pouring into the building. Magus quickly pulled himself up and away from the edge, as did his opponent. They squared off, as the Ruger Man delivered an unexpected kick to Magus' mid section, sending him to the ground. Pulling the silver wire from his coat pocket, the man leapt onto Magus and looped it around his neck once again, he began to tighten the grip.
Magus thrashed wildly again, he threw the attacker off, and hit him twice in the face, sending him stumbling back. The man recovered quickly and charged Magus, only to be knocked to the ground flat on his back by the unimaginable force of Magus? fist. Magus leapt onto his victim and pinned him down, his shoulders pinned by Magus? knees, his throat held in place by Magus? vice grip. Magus knew the police would be here shortly, it was only a matter of time before they ascended the stairs, they were probably on one of the middle floors scrambling up as the two contender?s fought.
?Now..who sent you?? Magus asked.
"I.." the man choked and gasped. "Have my reasons... to say...go to hell."
"Been there, allow me to send you there, first class."
Magus pulled his other arm back, as a blade shot out over his hand from his arm, he pulled it back, ready to execute another victim.
BOOOOM
Magus was thrown off of the man as the whole building shook intensely, a rumbling noise was heard from the sky. The building shook and groaned, it was on the verge of collapse. Magus saw The Ruger Man thrown to the other end, Magus looked over the edge to see intense flames pouring out of the building, something had detonated one of the middle floors apparently. The rumbling from the sky increased, as a spotlight shone in Magus? face, the light stunning him. The Ruger Man slowly stood up, as the light then moved to him. On the side of the helicopter, the letters "S.W.A.T." were legible, as a rope descended from the helicopter, men started sliding down.
"This is the Police, surrender now or you will be fired upon, your activity through this area is now over." a voice boomed over an intercom.
They think I?m one of the clan leaders here or something...
Magus looked over the edge, he assumed he was at least forty or fifty stories above the ground. He walked toward the center of the building the guards poised to attack, there were four men, two facing Magus and two facing The Ruger Man. Suddenly, the building shook again.
BOOOM!
Another explosion rocked the building, sending everyone on the roof sprawling as the building tipped to its side a bit. Magus regained his balance, and seized the opportunity to charge the center, and leapt into the air grabbing the dangling rope of the helicopter. The Ruger Man saw his target escaping, and charged the center and grabbed the rope just below Magus. The soldiers beneath them scrambled toward the rope, however, one last explosion and the building began to collapse to the street below it. The helicopter began to move away from the collapsing building, the pilot knowing his men were gone. Magus pulled himself up quickly, with the Ruger Man behind him, the rope swaying while the helicopter flew through the air. Looking down, Magus saw a group of men running down the streets, away from the demolished building, whooping and hollering.
myg0ts....they crashed the building..
Magus pulled himself into the helicopter, and quickly made his way to the cockpit, The Ruger Man had just hoisted himself in. . .
For some reason I see all my apostrophes and quotation marks as question marks..could be a problem on my end, please excuse it Cuc if I missed some when I tried to fix it...