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The Entry of The Rock and The Hard Place[]
-(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-pDJ77--L0) On a cold night in District One, Wade currently resides in his rundown one bedroom apartment with the windows boarded up with wood; barely allowing the ambient light of the moon to peak through the windows. Inside of the apartment, one barely lit light hangs from the room on a slow moving and teetering fan. Standing underneath the light, Wade is seen on one knee with his left arm resting on his left knee. His head hangs low, allowing his long blonde locks to peer over his face, hiding his complexion from sight. Getting focused for the night at hand, he is hired to stop a pestering Drug Dealer from selling on the wrong block in District One. Wade, a soldier for hire he tends to have a very unstable lifestyle because of his work. With his left hand, he slowly makes s fist allowing the long black leather glove he wears on his hands to tighten. It begins to move the sharp claws over his knuckles as the razor sharp claws are made out of solid Iron. Once ready for the mission at hand tonight, Wade begins to stand tall in the room; allowing his body to place a long black coat around his body. Flexing his left arm through the arm hole of the coat; the winds coming through the broken down apartment allows the tail end to fray a little bit. (http://i1160.photobucket.com/albums/q483/xCuttieLawliet/xAnimeGifs/tumblr_m77vuxtW9N1r8r3eqo1_500_large.gif) Looking up now, his shining blue orbs for eyes become revealed as he give himself a simple shrug of the shoulders as he begins to head out. Once on the streets of District One, he looks around to see all the crazies and druggies still going at their daily routine as if nothing had changed after being freed from their shackle and chain from the Yakuza Prisons they had this district become. While he passes one alleyway, he looks to his left to see a woman being raped by a group of males; basically getting gangbanged in the view of the public.-“Please! Help me!”-She calls out to anyone who would listen and pray for someone to help her. Wade walks right by the alley without giving the woman a second glance. Not that Wade were evil or sick in the head, when having his own issues at hand; others show no importance to him. Being in the hardened streets of the first district, one must always have a closed off shell of a heart otherwise many would not survive. And he wasn’t going to kid himself and act like some kind of hero when he knows he is not. In about ten minutes of walking, he places his pockets into his coat to hide the sharpened clawed gloves. He comes across a building right next to the District One Public Library. Being separated by nothing but a thin layer of plaster and drywall, this second building looks like an abandoned apartment complex in comparison to the Library. Once in front of the house Wade is able to see all the shot out windows and bullet holes that riddle the wood of the house from constant gang warfare taking place on these streets. (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/346/3/7/detroit_abandoned_house_by_tanya_dawn_art-d5nvosx.jpg) On the steps is another person smoking a cigarette and wearing a dark blue fubu track suit. Looking at the pale skin and bright blonde hair of Wade’s physical appearance, the man asks-“You lost, buddy? A cracka like yourself shouldn’t be walking these streets at this time of night.”- Wade smirks a bit as his ocean blue eyes stare into the eyes of this man in front of him. Wade then begins to say in a deep and masculine voice-“I’m looking for Stix.”- The man raises his brow a bit before flicking away his cigarette-“Whatchu need with, Stix?”- Wade’s face slowly returns back to a serious nature while saying-“I’ve got enough dough to bring you fucks out of this dump…”-He then makes a sniffing sound while rubbing his nose to signify what he is really here for.-“So you gunna go wake him up, or are you going to just stand there?”- The man nods his head and points for Wade to come inside. Wade smirks once more as he says-“What a rook…”- While being escorted inside of the building, Wade is quickly taken into a room where almost ten other men are waiting with sub-machine guns, shotguns and pistols all pointed at him. *Click Clack* the sounds of all these weapons getting their charging handles pulled echoes throughout the entire building. In the center of all the madness is a tall and thin lengthy white guy with straight brown hair and hazelnut eyes carrying a small .35 magnum in his left hand. (http://www.elfpack.com/stuff/C:UsersMichellePicturesAnime%20picturesanime%20guysmafioso[1].jpg?jpg=y) The man who escorted Wade in begins to say-“Yo, Stix…Your guest is here.”- This causes Stix to look up with an aggravated guest while asking-“What guest?”- That is when Wade smiles and instantly flexes out his left arm to his left and quickly lands a thunderous punch onto the right side of the henchman’s face. The sound of bone shattering and both eyes popping out of his head is heard before his body instantly flies right through the wall and back into the front yard! His body then wraps around a tree as his entire body seems to wrap like a pretzel around the tree! (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4c11xkwhs1qg5e8zo1_500.gif) Because of that action, all the men begin to move around Wade as their guns point at him; yet Wade shows no fear to it. Stix slowly stands up onto his feet, running his soft dress shoes to skid across the wooden floor. Pointing his .35 Magnum at Wade, he begins to slowly pull back on the trigger of his pistol!-
Enter The Heathen[]
Myrrh: “Mmmn hmmm,” Heather hummed quietly to herself. She was listening to Island Girl by Elton John on her phone, earphones in her ears with the music turned up loud. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywJ1MD4-Cns) Heather was seated on a small cushioned chair beside a long rectangular table in the library. In her hands, was a book. It was rather thick and bulky. While Heather bobbed her head to the quirky music, she read about dragons and swords, men with glorious braided beards who dressed in heavy shining armor and protected their kingdoms with blood. There was a tale about one specific man. He had long, greasy brown hair that sat on his shoulders in clumps. His beard was ragged and braided like all the rest of the men’s facial hair. He had petty scars on his face, from barely escaping his battles from which he cowered. He was large and un-married. Many villagers were disgusted by his mere presence. Heather greatly indulged in this man. She fell to love his negative personality and his dirty appearance. He was beautiful. Heather flexed her eyebrows in deep concentration, sticking out her tongue as a sign of pure bliss. This was where she was happiest; delving into the creativity of man. The ideas that the human race has, the technology we indulge in, and the way we look at things. Heather the Heathen smiled and switched the song in her playlist. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PAJkitUq0c) The woman threw her feet up onto the dull, orange-brown table; her face twisted into a smile. Heather did not hear anything but her music, and there was no sight of Simone anywhere. Life was good.
"My Turn..."[]
-(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMf7WyKwHbw) With his pistol pointed at Wade’s forehead, Stix says in a calm and sadistic tone of voice-“Kill him…”- And with that order, they all begin to open up on Wade! Rounds begin to fire all over the place as lead rain is fired arom an entire 360 degree angle! Wade’s body begins to stagger back and forward as the rounds impact into his body. The buckshot fires out of the shot guns and blasts into a spray across Wade’s body! Stix fires his .35 magnum rounds into Wade’s forehead and this causes his head to whiplash back a bit with each powerful heavy hitting round. Within a few seconds, over one hundred rounds impacts into Wade’s skin. (http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/010/b/5/v_for_vendetta_gif_by_abunchofzombies-d4lyp5d.gif) The men begin to notice how this would have been more than enough rounds of ammunition to put any human and even peak human down into a state of overkill when filled with this much ammo in such fatal areas! Soon the shotguns and pistols run out of ammo, and right after those the automatic weapons give that signature *Click* sound as their magazines run on empty! The men look into their chambers to see smoke exiting their weapons from the rapid fire that had just been achieved. In the center, Wade begins to laugh as it draws the attention of all ten henchmen and Stix. Wade begins to slowly stand back up to his tall stature and the bullets that impacted into his body that hadn’t already bounced off his body begin to now hit the floor. His clothes are ripped, showing him to look almost shirtless now as the top he was wearing is riddled with bullet ups up the ying yang. Raising his right hand up to his chest, he rips the remaining portion of his shirt while giving a death stare over to Stix. (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2009/354/d/b/Minato__s_pissed__by_Sabbaru.png) –“My Turn…”- The men begin to widen their eyes as Wade doesn’t have a single mark on him! Looking forward, Wade steps forward on his right foot and claps his hands together! This impact of clapping hands creates a powerful shockwave of power that spreads in front of him on an entire 180 degree angle! A blaring rage of clear force pushes against five of the fighters including Stix through the wall of the building!*BOOOM!* The six men all together plow right through the wood and drywall as they fly right into the library. Their bodies all indeividually hit one of the book shelves that hold hundreds of books on them. (http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i176/heskis1/Internal%20New/Hulk_2.gif) Turning around now he sees four others as they begin to run away.-“Where do you think you are going!”- He then lifts his fists up into the air as he increases the muscles mass in his arms to give him an added strength boost to his next attack! With the four men in his sights, he slams his fists into the ground and creates four huge fissions in the ground of the apartment complex! On the ground below his fists, the fissions begin to tear right through the wood like an earthquake. With the fissions traveling to the four men, within an instant the four are quickly launched into the sky from the effects of the shockwave created by each individual fission in the ground. (http://images.ridemonkey.com/index.php?size=full&src=http%3A%2F%2Fpuppsfreestuff.com%2Ffiles%2FHulkMovie2SmashGround44fL.gif) Smirking a bit now as Wade makes quick work of these punks, he says out loud in a quiet voice-“You guys make this all too easy for me to make my money…”- Walking through the hole that got created from the initial Shockwave Clap, he makes his way into the library with his shirtless body acting like it is just an everyday thing for the city to see. (http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/227/3/1/minato_namikaze_shirtless_by_naruuzum-d46mnir.jpg) At that point, Stix begins to slowly stand up from being underneath hundreds of books with his right arm completely snapped like a spaghetti noodle. His left arm begins to rise up as he points his reloaded pistol at Wade. With blood dripping from his forehead he yells out-“What the hell are you!?”- In which Wade smirks deviously as he replies with-“I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”- And wasting no more time, Stix begins to open fire the six rounds that reside in his .35 magnum shooter. Each shot would bounce off of Wade’s body and could injure people in the library if they did not react to the bullets in time. But Wade is not here to care for the unknown. He continues to walk towards Stix as the end of his mission seems to be coming up-
Myrrh: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nZl8ctvqMs) Heather was smiling wide and enjoying her book, when loud vibrations could be felt throughout her body. She looked shocked, turning her head from side to side. To her horror, there was a giant hole in the wall. Tables were broken and laying on the ground sideways. There were books on the floor with their pages ripped out. Heather screamed and became furious. She stood up abruptly, clutching the novel to her chest and spinning around to see two men, one much larger than the other, in the middle of the pile of books. “You people and your fucking property damage!” she screamed, becoming red in the face. You could almost say that steam was erupting from her ears. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R044sleOW6I) It was at this moment that Heather let her book drop, leaning her entire upper body forward in preparation to pounce. “No respect for anything!” She gritted her teeth and ran, jumping very high; five feet above the tallest man’s head. She went for the short coke-head, whom she mostly blamed for the disruption. She screamed loudly, landing on his shoulders. (http://cdn02.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2012/06/orlando-bloom-piggyback-ride-flynn.jpg lol) She curled her thighs and feet around his neck and grabbed his head with all her strength, prying it off his shoulders. Her lengthy fingernails duh into his skin and made his face bleed, as his eyes shot wide open and popped from the sheer aggression of her move. After the man collapsed on the floor, dead, she stared at the hulk-like man in front of her. Her eyes were frostbitten. She yelled at the top of her lungs and proclaimed insane profanity, but stayed still. “ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY!?”
The Heathen and The Hulk[]
-(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pI7Jc-fSQQ8) As he practically marches towards Stix, he is surprised to see a female just leap into the air and jump into the action as if it were nothing. Reaching his hand out as she begins to rip the head off of his shoulders-“No! Don’t-“-But he can stop her, the head pops right off of like a champagne cork. The blood begins to spray out from his neck as the jugular oozes out the bright red liquid blood of his body. Wade’s hand slowly lowers back down to his side as his anger begins to rise from the girl stealing his target. He says to himself-“Dammit….This girl just cost me my dinner…”- His hands slowly begin to clench into fists as the veins around his arms begin to become visible to her. His muscle mass beginning to increase to where he still looks like his normal lean self, just about an inch and a half more muscle around the circumference of his body. When she yells out her cry for an apology he scuffs and reveals his pearly white from his smirk of his. Angry at how she took his job he replies to her with-“No…I am not sorry…You should be the one apologizing for taking my meal ticket from me…You gunna pay me for the job you just cost me because of your little tantrum there, missy?”- He then points at the dead Stix on the ground with a pubble of his blood seeping into the carpet.-“That wasn’t just some regular guy off the block…Now because of you I am out 1,000 smackeroonies for a nice hot meal. So thank you for that.”- Realizing that he can no longer claim the price on Stix head, he looks at the woman and waits to see how she will respond to what he had said. If she chooses not to then he would just walk away. But something tells him this girl is not going to just let him off the hook for trashing this place as he did.-
Myrrh: Heather leaned her body forward in a strong and balanced stance. “Me? Pay for your fucking meal? Have you looked around you? Are you a dumbass? I don’t care who this fucking freak of a drug-addict was. He’s dead now. Do you see that blood seeping from his head? His heart has stopped and there’s nothing you can do to change that.” Heather almost felt her blood boiling. At this point, the earphones that had been in her ears were now dangling from her pocket. (http://youtu.be/S8nCI1rBlcw?t=8m28s) She ran her hand through her tuft and grey hair, looking around the room. She frowned. “Do you know how much money this is going to cost the city? They may not even pay for it and instead close it down. I fucking loved this place.” Heather licked her lips as her eyes darted from side to side, long black lashes fluttering quickly. The woman dragged her palm against her small face, groaning. She then looked up to him and walked ever so quickly until she was toe-to-toe infront of the heaping mass of man. “You. You are going to pay for this. If he is worth that much, then you will steal from him. He’s dead, after all. Get his riches and fix your fucking mess,” she practically spat on his chest. A fast hand raised quickly and slapped the man across his face, only leaving a little plush red mark. She groaned loudly and punched his nose, grabbing his chin and pulling his face in front of her own. She stared at his eyes. “Say you’re sorry and repair this place.”
-(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aa4-F5UtOLI) As she yells at him, scolding him as if he were a mere child, beneath her standing; he begins to grow more and more angered with her. His willpower to not raise his right hand and punch her into the next city block shows how strong his moral compass really is. Even though he would not save that woman earlier, the job is now over. And even though she did take his kill and cost him one thousand dollars, he still feels his ethos and values is what he stands by and must live with. If he were to lose the person he is because of his anger, then he would be no different than every other criminal here in the city. Then….*SMACK!* The sound of her palm smacking onto his unbreakable skin would echo around the entire library like a thunderous roar. She would feel that slapping his skin would feel like slapping metal and maybe even cause a pain in her hand. But as she slaps him, it is not the physical pain that catches him but something else. It is as if the anger inside of him just literally got slapped out of him. With the loss of his anger, his muscle mass returns his body to the normal ripped look instead of the more roid-raged meathead he currently looks like. Never having someone treat him like this, he almost comes to respect her conviction and passion for this place. He never intended on causing this much damage, but he also never thought about the cost of the city; seeing as the City continues to seem to care about the buildings more than the people. Realizing he isn’t going to fight the girl even in her rage of anger he sighs and begins to say-“I am Sorry for trashing your library…I did not intend to do so…But…I cannot do what you ask of me…”- He looks over at Stix’s body and even though some may consider him a common thug, he has rules and morals. He looks back at the female-“I will not rob a dead man…especially one I did not kill myself…My job isn’t to rob him…My job was to kill him or capture him…You chose that option for me and cost me the job…”- He slowly begins to turn around and walk towards the hole in the wall but before doing so, he turns his head a bit to have the left side of his face visible to the girl. He then says to her-“Not all of us are fortunate enough to have a nice home…or a nice meal to be served on the table at night…Not all of us have a library to go to and the time to waste…”- After saying that, he would duck his head and begin to walk through the hole now as the sirens of the KPD begin to appear as they are a few blocks out from the Library. Answering a 911 call from the gunshots, Wade would begin to try and make his non-attention seeking exit. If the girl were to follow him, he would have no exception to it but he also is not expecting it.-
Myrrh: Heather listened to him and kept a straight, non-emotional face. He could’ve spilled his life story and she still would have had the same look. She looked over to the dead Stix and shrugged. He was very ordinary; who could ever want him? And when she turned back, the man was walking away. He seemed saddened and almost disappointed. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs9M0a5qYko) Heather groaned and stomped her foot, leaning forward again to pounce. She ran after him and jumped on his shoulders. However, she did not pull off his head like she did to Stix. She placed her hands on his head and looked down at him, her hair covered his face. “Listen. You ARE going to pay for that. If it takes you years, I don’t care.” She paused and sighed. “You people and your pity stories. Don’t you know happiness comes within?” she asked. “Never mind that. Bring me to your favorite restaurant and we’ll go eat there. You must be hungry.” She weakly smiled and squished his cheeks. “Cheer up. There are plenty more cokeheads to bust here.”
-As he walks away, he doesn’t expect her coming to follow him so as she jumps onto his shoulders he quickly stabilizes himself and balances her body onto his; not having any problem with holding her as she feels as light as a feather. Hearing her talk about him having to pay off his debts to the library, even if it takes him years, he rolls his eyes a bit and thinks to himself-“She plan on following me around for that long?”- But hearing the offer of going to a restaurant, he kind of turns red in the face a bit before walking down the sidewalk casually. In response to the library issue, he asks her in a sarcastic tone of voice-“You think they accept I.O.U.’s?”- And within the next few seconds, the KPD drive right on by them not thinking much of the two. Patrol officers on foot begin to run passed them while yelling out to them-“Get the hell out of here, you two! We got a gang shooting in progress! Unless you want your girlie to get shot, I suggest you hurry on out of here!”- He laughs a bit at how the cops think nothing of them as the ones responsible for the incident taking place. Realizing that she played a good shield for the cops not to think anything of him, he looks up at her with a cocked right eyebrow saying-“Hmmm. You might not be such a thorn in my side after all. You got the cops off me so I guess I could say thank you for that.”- He then faces forward down the sidewalk once again while smirking a bit-“But I won’t, of course.”- He then laughs a bit at his sarcastic attitude before continuing down the street. If she had anything else to talk about or want to answer back to anything he said, he would be open to it and welcome her curiosity. Surprising as it is, he did not hate the company. Being alone most of the time always made him somewhat lonely, though he would never show it because of his pride. So even the company of someone who wants to strangle him is better company than none at all. Within the next few minutes the two of them would come to a nice hole in the wall kind of restaurant called “Fantastic’s.” A local District One Char-Broiled kind of diner that could be found only in ‘50’s movies. Once at the door, his large body and hers on top of his would not be able to fit, so he taps his right hand onto her right thigh while asking-“You wanna hop off so we can go in?”- If she did, he would open the glass door for her, allowing her to walk inside. Once inside of the restaurant, the waitress behind the counter would yell out to them-“Take any seat cha like! We’ll be right with you.”-He would then follow her to which ever table or booth she chooses to sit at in this restaurant. While sitting down, the menu’s would already be on the table with pictures of burgers, sandwiches’, chili cheese fries, and even philly sheesesteaks would be on here catching Wade’s hunger eye. Practically drooling at all the good food, he waits for the waiter to come before saying anything.-
Myrrh: Heather happily rode on the man’s shoulders, watching the officers go by. She smiled and looked ahead of her, staring up at the sky. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” she laughed. When they reached the destined restaurant, she jumped off his shoulders and smiled at the welcoming lady with a wave. She brushed her hair with her fingers once and moved to the back of the bar, sitting in a booth. She took the entire one side of the booth by placing herself right in the middle, crossing her legs. She motioned for him to sit across from her and took a menu in her hands. She studied it, flipping through the thick pages plastered with images of greasy and grilled food. “It’s not exactly like a novel, but it makes me happy nonetheless.” She studied each meal carefully. There were BBQ burgers with bacon and large fried pickles. Beside the burgers, conveniently, were the salads; Caesar, Teriyaki, Garden, etc. She stuck her tongue out to mock the salads and turned the page once more; pizzas; personal pizzas. Perfect. She decided that she would order a small pizza with pepperoni and bacon. When the waiter came to them, smiling, asking what drinks they would like, she replied, “Water.” Something simple. She was thirsty from ripping some heroine freak’s head off. The man himself ordered a drink. They waited a while in silence, Heather fiddling with her fingers and the man opposite her, shirtless and drooling. She looked at him and laughed, a bright, genuine smile erupting from her face. “Do you come here often?” she asked casually.
-Looking through the menu, he can practically his stomach roaring for some food. When the waitress comes to take their order of food, he sees her ordering the pizza and a glass of water. Reaching down into his pocket, he looks and only sees about ten bucks in his wallet. And not wanting to be an ass and make her pay for her food because his chivalrous nature wouldn’t allow him to make her pay; even in his broke situation; he looks up at the waitress and says-“You know, I’ll just take a water for now.”- Looking back down into his wallet, he sighs a bit and if she looked she would be able to see that he is actually in a lot of financial trouble. But his pride would make him try and play it off, placing his wallet back into his pocket and putting on a fake smile for her (http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/133/b/f/tumblr_liui40ph0e1qepugpo1_500_by_naruto_the_ninetails-d654g2r.gif) he answers her question by saying-“Whenever I have the money to pay for a decent meal, I come here. It’s not the highest priced meals so it works when I get a good twenty dollar bill or something.”-When the waiter comes with their drinks, Wade slowly gulps down almost all of the water in a few seconds as his body increased in thirst throughout his time on the mission. Afterwords he releases a loud-“ahhhh”- that people release after they take a big drink of something. Giving her the same sweet smile again, he says to her-“By the way, my name is Wade. People like to call me The Rock and The Hard Place because of my special abilities haha. It’s from the phrase, you know, ‘caught between a rock and a hard place’”-He laughs a bit at his own nickname that had been given to him by fans at the Fight Club where he makes what little money he does during the weekends. He then waits to hear a response from her while munching on the ice cubes that are in the glass of water he just drank.-
Myrrh: She nodded and looked at him; the poor thing. She wasn’t stupid, she knew his financial struggles. She watched him lamely poor the icecubes into his mouth and chew them, the sad air he had about him. She smiled with her lips shut and called over the waiter. “He’s decided what he wants.” She skimmed over the menu and saw a juicy steak with a side of fries. It was pretty expensive, mind you. She ordered this for him and watched the look of sheer panic on Wade’s face. He could’ve been thinking about how he was going to pay for it. She almost burst out laughing in front of the waiter. The un-important and average woman walked away to the kitchen, hopefully the food would be there soon. “Calm down, Wade. I can’t expect you to pay for the library damages if you’re buying me food,” she snickered and winked. (http://i99.beon.ru/25.media.tumblr.com/3875e6b02f286054f95ea50519b22d4f/tumblr_mg6cb84cwt1rkmjjzo1_500.gif) “Those are cool nicknames, I guess. But I’ll stick with Wade. And by the way, I’m Heather. My cool nicknames are Mrs. Heathen and Heather the Heathen.” They chatted about small and pointless things, waiting for the food. Wade looked calm and a lot more collected by the time his steak arrived. They ate in silence, pizza grease building up at the corners of Heather’s mouth. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth with a serviette. In the end, Heather paid. She tipped the waiter a generous amount for no reason; secretly probably to show Wade her extreme wealth. What an exciting day. Grease boy.