adarkerearth
Thugs were a dime a dozen. One man couldn’t single handedly keep every criminal off the street. Such a task was out of the question. But what kept most criminals in check these days, was fear. A shadow with menacing red eyes that glowed like fire. A demon sent from the bottomless cesspools of hell itself to drag the corrupted down with him. At the end of the day, Zed was just a person with the skills required to tackle this kind of work. But as of late, crime became much more organized. Small time criminals were acting as if pulled around by another person. And Zed wasn’t about to let this person slip out of his fingers.
The docks were the only place cargo like weapons came in. Being on an island, there were plenty of docks and places to keep one’s ship, but it wasn’t hard to find such large and important shipments. Waiting in the darkness, he would pick off guards one by one. Without giving any of the guards any time to react, he would be left with a small group guarding a single freight.
His movements were quick and unrelenting. The retractable blades on his hands made for easily incapacitating enemies if it came down to it. But men like this who lack experience? Broken bones sent better messages than scars. Before long, everyone laid at his feet either moaning in agony or knocked out cold. Except one.
“You and your colleagues represent the horrid disease that plagues this island. But I know you fools aren’t smart enough for this. So. One chance. Tell me who you work for and where I can find them.”
