L. Cole
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"Well I'll be damned, you actually made it back in one piece," Rikol started. "I thought the Unrag Thorag would have finished you. It looks like you have proven me wrong once again, Leo." Rikol was a moderate sized, slender elf with long red hair tied into a ponytail, a goatee and hazel skin. The elf jotted into the small notebook he kept at his side at all times. He then motioned towards Leo, "Well. What was being a member of the Unr-", before Rikol could finish his sentence he was blown to pieces and chunks of his body flew everywhere. Blood splattered onto the side of Leo's face and into the corner of his eye, he was absolutely mortified.
"Damn it! They found me!" Leo exclaimed.
Leo rolled off of his chair and quickly (with his left) unsheathed Dirge. With his right, he wiped the blood from his face. Throughout all of the chaos, Leo was fixated on a shadowy figure he saw through the side of the blown up shack. He quickly got onto his feet and blasted through the hole, pursuing the shadowy figure. To Leo, this was so cliche and it always seemed to happen at the wrong times. You know, the explosions and mass-suicides. Maybe he should have never decided to help the Akasvari archivist, Rikol. This way, he wouldn't be a target of the assassin group known as the Unrag Thorag. As Leo neared towards the shadowy figure he heaved Dirge and swung blindly.
"I will kill you!" Leo roared.
The shadowy figure chuckled as he jerked his body around, effortlessly deflecting Dirge with his index finger. Leo was amazed at the man's strength, something he hadn't seen in years. The two came to a stop in the middle of a forest. Maybe this man wasn't any ordinary henchmen; he could be the very leader of the Unrag Thorag himself, or possibly the Unrag Thorag's specialist. You see, the Unrag Thorag are a group of assassins, but this isn't a stem of the Brotherhood's group, it's different from anything of its kind. They have all sorts of connections, mostly the government, and that's probably why they lasted so long.
The shadowy figure strutted towards Leo, chuckling. His voice sounded familiar, but then it him.
"It feels so great to finally meet you, son. I'm the person who gave you life, Mason."
Leo’s eyes widened. As Mason neared closer and closer to him, he backed up until his back met a large oak tree. He started to inhale and exhale in short bursts as if there was something wrong with him. As if planned, he sent an unexpected wave of telekinetic energy towards his “father” Mason.
Mason flew across the forest, crashing into trees and ripping the ground. Leo had put all of his power in to that one attack, and as someone would have noticed, it left him looking incredibly deprived. “I’m the best ever! I’m the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there’s ever been. There’s no-one who can stop me. I’m Alexander, you’re no Alexander. I’m the best ever. There’s never been anybody as ruthless. I’m Sonny Liston. I’m Jack Dempsey, there’s no one like me, I’m from their cloth! There’s no-one who can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I’m just ferocious!” Leo preached, quoting Mike Tyson as Mason sped back to the battleground. He looked hurt. Very hurt. He smiled at Leo and began mumbling something.
“It was all a trap. They know we’re here. They’re coming for you, for your family and everything else you hold dear. Don’t you understand that you can’t escape the Unrag Thorag.” Mason scoffed, “As we speak, Anne and Giovanni are being interrogated. So you have two choices... son. Kill me, set off my tracking device and die, or, you could go save your wife and child. It’s your choice.” Leo's mood changed quickly.
“I am not your son!” Leo roared. “Where are they?” Mason stared at Leo with a smug look, “WHERE ARE THEY?!” |
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