In the city of Steel Drake City, a young man wakes up surronded by white. As he groans and runs a finger through his silky ginger hair, his head throbs with flashes of memories and a surge of pain as he falls out of his chair. His nose is bleeding, and he slowly blinks himself out of the daze. He wipes his top lip with the sleeve of a brown leather jacket.
He notices that the front door to his shabby cheap apartment is shaking violently, and the headache stops pounding his head just enough for him to hear the banging.
A deep and angry-sounding voice booms from outside, hollering.
"ETHAN MITCHELL YOU BASTARD, HOW FUCKING DARE YOU COME INTO OUR TERRITORY AND STEAL OUR PRODUCT?"
Disoriented and groggy, Ethan slowly stands up and puts on his jacket; it all comes back to him in short flashes. The gun and the money, A deal went bad, blood... So much blood, and finally euphoria.
As Ethan heads to the kitchen with legs that feel like jelly, he goes to open a rickety drawer, but it gets stuck, and then he hears a crumble and a crash as a burly bald man walks in as he racks a blue steel shotgun, and he says with a grin.
"Ethan, we can forgive a lot because of who your mother is, but we can't forgive murder. You killed 3 slingers, boy. I bet your mother won't even cry. Tell the devil WhaleShark sends his regards."
The intruder raises the shotgun, and everything slows down in Ethan's mind; his reflexes kick in, and he rips the drawer out of the counter and flings it towards the man as Ethan dives to his right. The man fires the shotgun and it hits the drawer mid-air scattering knives, forks, and spoons go flying. The man gets hit with the debris as Ethan's thigh gets a few BBs embedded in his leg, making Ethan clutch his leg, but with his other hand he picks up a chair by the leg and slides it to the man before he sends it flying to the man, making him miss his next shot.
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"Bastard! Even if you tell me you will never breathe safe! You will always be looking over your shoulder." The man gets promptly silenced by a knife to his gut as Ethan is leaning heavily on one leg with a crazy grin.
"You talk too much skinhead!"
Ethan says with gritted teeth as he drags the knife upward, splattering blood over both of them. Ethan ducks under the shotgun and headbutts the man just under his brow as he pulls the man shirt above his head before jumping up and kicking the shotgun out of his hands, and it fires into a wall. When Ethan hits the ground, he lands on his injured leg but puts an arm around the man's neck, and the man ends up on top of him with his back to Ethan's chest, and Ethan bites into his wrist to hold it tight against the man's neck as, with his free hand, Ethan tries to grab the knife.
The man gurgles and writhes as he grabs Ethan's wrist and slowly bends it backward. Ethan grunts and his eyes water, but he slowly moves the arm that's under the man's chin, choking him clockwise, and he hears each vertebrae pop as, after a second, the man's head is ripped from its shoulder and he goes limp. Ethan pants and scrambles out from under the man before kicking his corpse.
"I hope that hell is full of people with afros."
Ethan spits blood onto the body as he stumbles into the bathroom and grabs a pair of tweesers and scissors. He pulls his wallet out of his pocket and bites it before he cuts his left pantleg open, and with a shaky hand and a muffled scream, he plucks bbs out from his thigh before collapsing onto the floor. He crawls to the toilet and throws up last night's dinner before passing out again.