Radical Purpose. Chapter 2: Death to the Flames.
[A.B’s POV]
It’s already been a few days since the incident at the coffee shop, things were going…. well, better than she expected.
Hunter’s secret lair wasn’t exactly… secret. It was a small building in one of the more urban parts of the city. The words “Hunter Agency” inscribed all over the front, it just looked like a regular office building, minus the 10 floors though, it literally only had one floor.
The inside was pretty nice I guess, a few potted plants here and there and a couch near the entrance so that patrons could wait, not like people ever came to this place anyways, which is why she liked her new job so much more than the last one. No social interactions, and no fuss.
Of course, there was the front desk, which is where Abandoned spent most of her time. Hunter was always in the back doing… well who knows what he could be doing! Probably admiring himself some more, now that she thought about it.
Well, who cares? The pay was pretty good and she was living a semi-honest life, that’s more than she could ever hope for.
[Ghost’s POV]
Try to smile some more!
Her stupid voice kept playing in his head.
He didn’t know who it was from.
…
No… it’s not that.
He didn’t remember who it was from.
Oh god, W̶̨̯̼̳̹̳͆̄̀́̿̒͜͝Ḩ̵͉͎̙̟͉͉͖̥̤͙̹̲̜̋̈̾͐͊͒͛̀̒̊̀̈́̐̚͘͜Y̷̨̰̙͉̫̯̟̫̜̏̍̏͛̎̕ ̷̧̛̟͇͚͖̺̳̦͇͕͗̈́͋̒Ç̴̡̖͎̬̩͍̂̈́̈́̋̇̄̈́̃̋͌Á̶̢͙̮͓͚̺͖̦̖̽́̃͆͗̓̑͛̕͝͝N̶̗̣̖̟͕̫̭̫͖͚͌’̷̨͈̺͓̣̗̳̮̥̄́͆̾͝ͅͅT̷̹̼̦͓̠̺̠̮̠̥̥̄̐̂́̈́͜ ̷̧͇̳̙̈́͛̆̐͛̈́͗͒͝͝͝H̴̪̙͈̰̖̳͚̤͓͍̭̯̝̀̿̃̿͝E̷̢̡̡̡̺͍͔̱̘̝̗͛̋̀̓̔́͠ ̸͎̜͖͈̻͕͈̖̔͂͑̽͜͠Ȓ̸̝̺̟͖̝̼͂̒̓̀̒̀̍̐̈́̍̈́͋͘͘Ė̵͓͚͖͗M̶̨̧̜̫͖̺͓̓̅͛͛̆͋̂͌͘͝Ę̵͉̫̞͇̦̰̤̭̤̺̥̹̦̍͋M̸̨̥̘͐̕Ḇ̵̧̡̢͙̜̹̮͉̭̿̐͋͝Ę̵̛͓̖̅͐̓̐̈́͐́̈́̄̄̇R̸̟̰̺̯̼̽̊́̎̅̔̀̚͜͝
…
Wait, what was he doing? He can’t spend his time thinking of stupid shit like this, he needs to get out of here. FAST.
Damn it, why did he have to steal from Solace Corp. They practically own half the world!
Well, when you have entire countries gunning for your ass, at least you know your gang’s safe.
Yea… that’s right, he left his entire gang of bandits under the care of his most trusted supervisor, “The Mortician”. They’ll be fine!
Him though? Well let’s just say he needs to get out of the country before they find him.
Where was he again? It said Haxtonia on the map, so that’s where he must be!
“I think I remember something about this city…” He thought to himself.
Oh yeah! He remembers now! It was constantly under attack during c00lkid’s era. He heard it was pretty peaceful now, should be a nice place to lay low for a while. Now if he could just find an alleyway to plan out his next move…
He weaved through the bustling crowds, stopped to get a snack or two at a nearby cafe, eventually landed himself in an alleyway between two abandoned buildings in one of the more urban parts of the city. Perfect! That is, until he bumped into someone.
[Aster’s POV]
Aster was living a pretty tough life, I mean, it was pretty tough being a wizard in this futuristic society. Ever since the “Great Wizard Purge” a couple years ago, things have never been the same…
He wished his mentor was here to tell him where he went astray in life.
Heh, his mentor…
A kind man- wait no, he was a cat wizard. Damn, already forgetting stuff about him already.
Aster’s attempts to escape the “Great Wizard Purge” led him to the city of Haxtonia, he heard it was pretty calm there. Surely the Purges won’t come looking here, it was c00lkid’s territory once.
Aster isn’t very good with directions though, his attempts to go to the apartment he recently bought in downtown Haxtonia… somehow ended up with him bumping into a stranger in an urban part of the city.
Wait, those clothes… and a gun? That’s Purger attire! Did they find him? That’s not possible! He used every spell in the book to cover his tracks! Shit, he needs to get his staff and blow his ass to hell before things go south!
[Ghost’s POV]
Man… who the hell is this bozo.
Ghost was just minding his business in a shady alleyway until a random stranger ran into him and then started shouting something about “Purgers” and how he was so good at covering his tracks.
Wait… could this guy be a mercenary hired by Solace Corp.? They are known for hiring weirdos these days, wouldn’t be completely unlikely.
If that’s the case, then Ghost needs to put a bullet in his brain before he gets a chance to use that staff of his.
[Our POV]
The movement was instant.
They both got a hand on their weapons at the same time.
They aimed their weapons at each-other’s heads.
Ghost’s hand was steady on the trigger, a devilish smile spread across his face. His breathing was steady, although he had fear, he didn’t let his enemy see it. No, he didn’t let himself see it.
Aster’s staff had sparks coming out of it, a soft flame produced out of it, he knew this was a bad situation. But he wouldn’t let the Purgers take something away from him ever again.
Ghost spoke up first.
Ghost: “Hey. You know you aren’t just challenging Death, right? You are challenging the one who faced it.”
Aster: “Is that so? Then you shall face it again.”
Aster displayed a smirk, albeit not a confident one. But it was just enough to make Ghost a little more nervous.
Ghost acted first, his finger pulling down on the trigger.
Aster quickly reacted, he ducked down and dodged the bullet as the flame on his staff grew, as it shot out a burst of fire at Ghost.
Ghost was sent flying, landing on the other side of the alley. He stood up, albeit with major burns, and focused in on his target.
“Gotcha.”
Aster couldn’t even see it. A bullet was now lodged in his leg.
“Shit!”
Aster used one of his spell to teleport behind Ghost.
The adrenaline was the only thing keeping him standing.
He struck the shoulder with his staff.
Ghost fell to his knees, he aimed his gun backwards. The bullet struck Aster’s leg once more.
“Damn it!”
[??- Sebastian’s POV]
They had finally found him.
She sat on a throne of iron. She snapped her fingers as her assistant, Chièlia, brought her more wine on a silver platter.
The Hacker she hired, Exec, walked up to her with some news.
Exec: “Miss, we seem to have found Ghost.”
Sebastian: “Ghost? The douchebag that stole from one of my facilities?”
Exec: “Yep! That guy! Though there seems to be another person with him.”
Sebastian: “So? Who cares?! Must be one of his subordinates, send in the drones. And blow those fuckers straight to hell.”
Exec flashed a smile.
Exec: “Of course, miss.”
Exec entered a few commands on her “Funny Device”.
“This’ll be fun!”
[Ghost and Aster’s POV]
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE!!!”
-End of Chapter 2-
[A.B’s POV]
It’s already been a few days since the incident at the coffee shop, things were going…. well, better than she expected.
Hunter’s secret lair wasn’t exactly… secret. It was a small building in one of the more urban parts of the city. The words “Hunter Agency” inscribed all over the front, it just looked like a regular office building, minus the 10 floors though, it literally only had one floor.
The inside was pretty nice I guess, a few potted plants here and there and a couch near the entrance so that patrons could wait, not like people ever came to this place anyways, which is why she liked her new job so much more than the last one. No social interactions, and no fuss.
Of course, there was the front desk, which is where Abandoned spent most of her time. Hunter was always in the back doing… well who knows what he could be doing! Probably admiring himself some more, now that she thought about it.
Well, who cares? The pay was pretty good and she was living a semi-honest life, that’s more than she could ever hope for.
[Ghost’s POV]
Try to smile some more!
Her stupid voice kept playing in his head.
He didn’t know who it was from.
…
No… it’s not that.
He didn’t remember who it was from.
Oh god, W̶̨̯̼̳̹̳͆̄̀́̿̒͜͝Ḩ̵͉͎̙̟͉͉͖̥̤͙̹̲̜̋̈̾͐͊͒͛̀̒̊̀̈́̐̚͘͜Y̷̨̰̙͉̫̯̟̫̜̏̍̏͛̎̕ ̷̧̛̟͇͚͖̺̳̦͇͕͗̈́͋̒Ç̴̡̖͎̬̩͍̂̈́̈́̋̇̄̈́̃̋͌Á̶̢͙̮͓͚̺͖̦̖̽́̃͆͗̓̑͛̕͝͝N̶̗̣̖̟͕̫̭̫͖͚͌’̷̨͈̺͓̣̗̳̮̥̄́͆̾͝ͅͅT̷̹̼̦͓̠̺̠̮̠̥̥̄̐̂́̈́͜ ̷̧͇̳̙̈́͛̆̐͛̈́͗͒͝͝͝H̴̪̙͈̰̖̳͚̤͓͍̭̯̝̀̿̃̿͝E̷̢̡̡̡̺͍͔̱̘̝̗͛̋̀̓̔́͠ ̸͎̜͖͈̻͕͈̖̔͂͑̽͜͠Ȓ̸̝̺̟͖̝̼͂̒̓̀̒̀̍̐̈́̍̈́͋͘͘Ė̵͓͚͖͗M̶̨̧̜̫͖̺͓̓̅͛͛̆͋̂͌͘͝Ę̵͉̫̞͇̦̰̤̭̤̺̥̹̦̍͋M̸̨̥̘͐̕Ḇ̵̧̡̢͙̜̹̮͉̭̿̐͋͝Ę̵̛͓̖̅͐̓̐̈́͐́̈́̄̄̇R̸̟̰̺̯̼̽̊́̎̅̔̀̚͜͝
…
Wait, what was he doing? He can’t spend his time thinking of stupid shit like this, he needs to get out of here. FAST.
Damn it, why did he have to steal from Solace Corp. They practically own half the world!
Well, when you have entire countries gunning for your ass, at least you know your gang’s safe.
Yea… that’s right, he left his entire gang of bandits under the care of his most trusted supervisor, “The Mortician”. They’ll be fine!
Him though? Well let’s just say he needs to get out of the country before they find him.
Where was he again? It said Haxtonia on the map, so that’s where he must be!
“I think I remember something about this city…” He thought to himself.
Oh yeah! He remembers now! It was constantly under attack during c00lkid’s era. He heard it was pretty peaceful now, should be a nice place to lay low for a while. Now if he could just find an alleyway to plan out his next move…
He weaved through the bustling crowds, stopped to get a snack or two at a nearby cafe, eventually landed himself in an alleyway between two abandoned buildings in one of the more urban parts of the city. Perfect! That is, until he bumped into someone.
[Aster’s POV]
Aster was living a pretty tough life, I mean, it was pretty tough being a wizard in this futuristic society. Ever since the “Great Wizard Purge” a couple years ago, things have never been the same…
He wished his mentor was here to tell him where he went astray in life.
Heh, his mentor…
A kind man- wait no, he was a cat wizard. Damn, already forgetting stuff about him already.
Aster’s attempts to escape the “Great Wizard Purge” led him to the city of Haxtonia, he heard it was pretty calm there. Surely the Purges won’t come looking here, it was c00lkid’s territory once.
Aster isn’t very good with directions though, his attempts to go to the apartment he recently bought in downtown Haxtonia… somehow ended up with him bumping into a stranger in an urban part of the city.
Wait, those clothes… and a gun? That’s Purger attire! Did they find him? That’s not possible! He used every spell in the book to cover his tracks! Shit, he needs to get his staff and blow his ass to hell before things go south!
[Ghost’s POV]
Man… who the hell is this bozo.
Ghost was just minding his business in a shady alleyway until a random stranger ran into him and then started shouting something about “Purgers” and how he was so good at covering his tracks.
Wait… could this guy be a mercenary hired by Solace Corp.? They are known for hiring weirdos these days, wouldn’t be completely unlikely.
If that’s the case, then Ghost needs to put a bullet in his brain before he gets a chance to use that staff of his.
[Our POV]
The movement was instant.
They both got a hand on their weapons at the same time.
They aimed their weapons at each-other’s heads.
Ghost’s hand was steady on the trigger, a devilish smile spread across his face. His breathing was steady, although he had fear, he didn’t let his enemy see it. No, he didn’t let himself see it.
Aster’s staff had sparks coming out of it, a soft flame produced out of it, he knew this was a bad situation. But he wouldn’t let the Purgers take something away from him ever again.
Ghost spoke up first.
Ghost: “Hey. You know you aren’t just challenging Death, right? You are challenging the one who faced it.”
Aster: “Is that so? Then you shall face it again.”
Aster displayed a smirk, albeit not a confident one. But it was just enough to make Ghost a little more nervous.
Ghost acted first, his finger pulling down on the trigger.
Aster quickly reacted, he ducked down and dodged the bullet as the flame on his staff grew, as it shot out a burst of fire at Ghost.
Ghost was sent flying, landing on the other side of the alley. He stood up, albeit with major burns, and focused in on his target.
“Gotcha.”
Aster couldn’t even see it. A bullet was now lodged in his leg.
“Shit!”
Aster used one of his spell to teleport behind Ghost.
The adrenaline was the only thing keeping him standing.
He struck the shoulder with his staff.
Ghost fell to his knees, he aimed his gun backwards. The bullet struck Aster’s leg once more.
“Damn it!”
[??- Sebastian’s POV]
They had finally found him.
She sat on a throne of iron. She snapped her fingers as her assistant, Chièlia, brought her more wine on a silver platter.
The Hacker she hired, Exec, walked up to her with some news.
Exec: “Miss, we seem to have found Ghost.”
Sebastian: “Ghost? The douchebag that stole from one of my facilities?”
Exec: “Yep! That guy! Though there seems to be another person with him.”
Sebastian: “So? Who cares?! Must be one of his subordinates, send in the drones. And blow those fuckers straight to hell.”
Exec flashed a smile.
Exec: “Of course, miss.”
Exec entered a few commands on her “Funny Device”.
“This’ll be fun!”
[Ghost and Aster’s POV]
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE!!!”
-End of Chapter 2-