It
was dark and unforgiving night, hailstorm just came by and destroyed
everything in its path leaving people helpless and those who outside,
mostly left unconscious while the one who survived seek shelters
underground. A shadowy figure just watch in pleasure as people
remains unconscious until the next morning, he wasn't sure why
those hailstorm isn't hitting him, and one question remains.. who
is behind this tragedy that led to mass killing of hundreds of
people?
That
shadowy figure stood up and perch onto a flag pole as the hailstorm
passed by his head. Watching
those peasants killed by the hailstorm was fun.
He said to himself with an evil smile. He then sat down on a balcony,
looking upon the horizon and the port below it, his keen eyes can see
what's going on that port. It
seems people are dealing drugs, apparently.
He guessed, and he's off to the harbor to look a little bit closer.
"You
know, Andrew, this is the best deal we ever had." Said one of the
seller henchmen.
"I'm
sure you're quite pleasant with our goods here; it's the best
quality, and it's very uncommon here," Andrew said while touching
the henchmen's shoulder.
"Here's
the amount of money we agreed beforehand, is it 60 gold bars with 15
titanium alloys as a "side dish"? Is this what you requested,
Andrew?" said Gonzales, the Endless Flight's boss while handing
the payment in two black Briefcases
"Ah,
yes, it's all here and nice to do some business with you guys. I
have quite enjoyed it, and I'll look forward to another deal."
Andrew said while exchanging the goods with the money. "It is time
for me to go, I don't want to deal with authorities. Farewell!"
He said while running towards his car, parked near a stack of empty
containers.
The
deal is fine and secretly well-handled, Andrew and Gonzales quickly
pack their things and bounce off the port as soon as the deal
finished. The shadowy figure who watch the deal amongst the darkness
are intrigued with the amount of money Andrew got. He then decided to
follow Andrew from the darkness. Ah,
another easy kill for me. 60 gold bars and 15 titanium alloys,
worthed more than $500.000--this should be my paycheck for this
month.
He said to himself while at the same time thinking about what
procedure he is going to use to kill Andrew. This shadowy figure
found an excellent vantage point where he can see Andrew's car; he
prepared his trusted Ancient Mosin-Nagant that passed down from his
great-great grandfather. He put one reinforced hollow point round to
its chamber and adjust his scope to 2.5 km of range, without wind
compensation. He looked through his scope, and he pulled the trigger
leaving Andrew who was driving in the car killed with blood scattered
around his windows. It
must be a headshot.
He guessed, he drops off from the vantage point and take whatever
inside then disappear into the darkness of night.
He
took away the briefcase, and he's heading back to his lair, the
Dark Alleyway, which according to the locals, is a place "where
your spirit is equal to 4 gold bars.". However, in the Dark
Alleyway, that shadowy figure is considered as the kindest of all,
the generous of all, because he never messes with another people and
contributed himself for the sake of his community. He exchanges the
gold bars and titanium alloys for money and giving it to the poor and
other gangs that reside in the Dark Alleyway.
Talon
and Overwatch seem irritated by his presence, his community, and what
he builds from the start. The shadowy figure never represented any
gangs or organized criminal groups, he never joined one of them or
even getting in their way, he worked alone and lived all by himself
for the rest of his life. The constant attack from joint forces
between Talon and Overwatch made him very unsatisfied and decided to
leave the place at once. Their guardian now abandons the gangs, but
he never leaves someone behind, he sniped everyone that oppose the
Dark Alleyway and tried to save who he thinks that need serious help.
His help wasn't enough for them as the locals and other gang members
are getting slaughtered on their land, and some of them were in
prison due to some problem either with Overwatch or Talon. Wives and
children relocated, and the men slaughtered like a cattle in a
slaughterhouse, the shadowy figure can't stand it and after killing
more than 150 soldiers from Talon and Overwatch, he escapes through
the darkness and never been found, and thus the Dark Alleyway
eradicated from its existence.
"Dark
Alleyway, the only home.. is gone." He said while looking at the
ruins of the Dark Alleyway.
"It's
a sad time, brother." Said one of his associate, Helen Farnborough.
"Thank
God you survived this hell, Helen. I thought that you never make it
out alive, " he said while rubbing Helen's hair.
"You
thought us the art of escape, and I'm the only one who use it very
efficiently." She boasted.
"We
should separate from this day, Helen. Wish I can do more to save
those people, but I think I failed to do my job as the guardian."
He sorrowed.
"No,
no. You're doing a great job, brother. Even in their death, they
still worship you as their guardian and the harbinger of death for
those Talons and Overwatchers." Helen admitted while hugging The
Shadowy Figure from his side. "Let darkness united us once again,
see you later," Helen added while she leaps from one building to
another.
The
shadowy figure decided to find another place to live far away from
the ruins of the Dark Alleyway, which he cannot forget and deleted
from his thoughts, all the blood, all the dismembered body parts, he
can't stand that.
One
day, he found an old house with a good vantage point in it, people
said that the house abandoned by its owner and no one wants to
reclaim it, he then headed to the Mayor's Office and bought the
house with his stolen cash he gets from Andrew. He set up some
sandbags upstairs and a binocular telescope to secretly watching
people movements and also to spot anything suspicious from inside his
house.
"Did
we get that man in black?" said Gerhardt, Talon and Overwatch Chief
of Command.
"Negative,
sir. We cannot locate The Shadowy Figure." Said one of the
Overwatch soldier.
"Damn
it!" he yelled while punching his office's wall. "I want that
man right now! Dead or Alive!" he shouted then ordered all the
soldiers inside his office to get immediately out from his office and
find The Shadowy Figure.
"Understood,
sir." Said one of the soldiers while saluting him and walks out
from his office.
"Bring
me Tracer and Widowmaker." He commanded to his secretary.
"Is
there anything we can do, sir?" Tracer said while sitting down on a
bench.
"Track
this Man In Black; we get some report from the citizen that he lives
around Upper Market District around this area, probably 5km to the
east. Spy around his house and snatch him from his lair. Any
questions?" he explained and asked.
"No,
sir. Understood."
"Good
work, now get going."
"It
seems people are doing usual things, ain't it?" said one of his
associate, Daniel Guerrera while looking at his binocular telescope.
"I
supposed so; nothing is suspicious, for now." He said while looking
through his rifle scope.
"Look
there, amigo! I remember those two ladies over there." He shouted
silently. "45 degrees to the left, right at 10 o'clock." He
coordinated.
"Tracer
and Widowmaker, everyone's favorite bitches. Guerrera, prepare some
silencer and two high doses of tranquilizer ammunition." The
Shadowy Figure requested.
"Si,
brother." He said while running to the ammunition stockpile. "Here
you go, master." He said while handing him over the ammunition and
the silencer.
"Wait
downstairs to make their kidnapping easier." The Shadowy Figure
commanded.
"Affirmative,"
Guerrera affirmed.
"So,
where's this guys house, love?" Tracer said while she is looking
around the Upper Market District, which at that time a lot of people
is bartering.
"According
to our intel, he lived in an abandoned house not far from here and
people said that his house is never lit up," Widowmaker said while
she is regularly checking her GPS.
"Probably
that..."
"Tracer!"
Widowmaker shocked while holding the unconscious Tracer.
As
she turns on her visor, she already been neutralized and taken into
the Shadowy Figure's House, and they've never been heard again.
"Good
work, Guerrera. Now leave this place at once, I can handle this."
"Yes,
master. Shadows be with you." Guerrera said while jumping out from
the window and disappeared into thin air.
Shadow
hangs them on the wall, waiting for them to wake up from their
accidental slumber while he was cleaning his old rifle and
occasionally upgrading the gun to its maximum performance. While
they're unconscious, he destroyed their communications system and
stripping off their weapons and armor, leaving them naked and
defenseless.
"Well,
well, what do we have here," Shadow said while approaching them.
"You!
Why you do this to both of us?!" Tracer panicked. "Let us out and
we'll promise never spied on you again!" she begged.
"You
bastard!" Widowmaker shouted.
"Now,
now.. calm yourself down. Here's something to wear, your clothes
apparently becoming my campfire fuel and your weapons already smelted
for my ammunition." Shadow said while showing them their burnt
clothes and their gun smelted at the smelter.
"Who
are you?! Why are you terrorizing the innocents?!" Tracer
interrogated.
"It's
my job to keep evil people outside my boundaries," Shadow said
while sheathing his signature knife, The Headecapitator. "You don't
understand my way of life; you just keep killing the innocent, my
people, who want to take a refuge here because our land has
perished." He continued. "But it seems, you guys never getting
tired of killing more innocents than I do." Shadow blurted.
"You.."
Tracer bickered. "Let us go!" she pleaded.
"You
can run, but you can't hide," Shadow said while opening their
bondage and set them free.
"Thank
you, bastard. Now tell us who you are?" Widowmaker said while she
threatens him with a simple dagger she found on the floor.
"I'm
Luciferous. That's all you need to know." Luciferous said while
he is wielding his knife. "Your presence is here disturbing my
whole life; you killed all of my people, and a lot of them were
innocent to the Overwatch and the Talon. But, it does not matter now.
What is important now is your right to live, love, and life. You guys
seem hungry, ate some of my meal here." Luciferous said while
handing them his soup.
"You
sure this is not poisoned?" Tracer asked.
"I
made this for both of you. Put on some clothes; it's getting colder
now." He said while he's making a good quality French coffee.
"So,
to make it a little bit easier to memorize your name, what should we
call you?" Widowmaker asked.
"Lucifer.
I know it sounds intimidating, but that's my callsign. By the way,
pleased to meet you, it's my honor to see you guys in person."
Lucifer said while handshaking both of them and continue spying on
people.
"How
do we know that we can trust you?" Widowmaker asked.
"Tomorrow
morning, we'll go out for a walk, and I think some festival is
going on near that old pier," Lucifer said while pointing at the
pier below.
This
Shadowy Figure, or shall we call him "Lucifer," is the one who
operates any kidnappings and homicides by himself, he does not bound
to a contract nor hired by people. He just does it as he sees fit,
and he does it just for fun.
"We're
going to a festival?" Tracer yelled happily.
"We
are. Now, let's continue walking and you wouldn't realize how
close the festival is." Lucifer said while winking at both of them.
"So,
why are you killing people beforehand?"
"Like
I said multiple times, I kill individuals who oppose me--who
threaten my life and my people. I never shot my bullets into an
innocent man." He stated. "You see," he said while giving
someone's children candy. "Inside me, there's a good guy vibe.
I am not inherently evil as you thought--as your superiors told you.
You're welcome, have a nice day." He explained while replying to
the child's mother.
"I
am afraid that you're not easy enough to be trusted as a friend,"
Widowmaker said while she is curiously watching Lucifer's movements
and body language.
"You
can trust me as a friend. Let's go have a visit to that cafe
over there." He said while pointing at the old restaurant near an
intersection.
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