Mozart was walking down a street at night. Every corner is filled with people that have their own agenda, they don't give any shit about other people's presence at all. No eye contact, not even a single "Hi" or "How are you doing"
The busy streets of a mindless mob of humans, always rushing to the future, completely disregarding how to live at the present.
"Hey, you dropped your wallet!" Mozart picks up the wallet and instinctively sniff it out.
Mozart then turns around to see who the person is behind him. To his surprise, the person was already in front of him.
"Too slow." A guy in front of him said after he recover his wallet that was stinking of blood right infront of Mozart's eyes, but the later didn't even caught the glimpse of the guys hand.
"Thanks anyway!" Mozart then continued walking as if nothing happened. "You have an amazing knife." Mozart said nonchalantly and waved while walking away.
"How the heck does he know that? I have it hidden inside my boots and it's covered by a thick cloth under my socks. Just who is that monster?!" The guy then reaches into his pocket to find his phone. To his surprise, his pocket only contained dust and air.
Mozart continues to walk and hides in a trash bin in a dark alley and browses the phone of the guy he just ran into.
"Transfer complete!" Mozart then threw the phone after transferring some load and leaves the place. He sighs deeply as he force his body to stop shivering and gritting as fast as a meat chopper and leaves the place with his hands rubbing against his shoulders.
The guy then found his phone and saw a message. "I didn't browse much; it'd be boring if I knew whom you worked with already. Anyways, I stole a load from you :)"
"Talk about bad luck, eh!" The guy said as he slouches as if he just received a heavenly punishment and continues walking.
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Few hours later...
"Dang, nights are really cold, I wish I could hug some hot pillow back home." Mozart said while shivering and rubbing his shoulders.
"Motherfucker, do you really expect to be warm and comfortable wearing a tank top? You son of a bitch, did you exchange talent for common sense?!" Hercules said. A man with blonde hair and a fit physique said while having some drinks.
"Well, all my clothes are torn to pieces because of this job, so, yeah… I don't have any yet." Mozart said while staring blankly at his glass of water.
"Don't you get paid every time you go out on a mission?" The waiter serving them said while writing something on a blood colored log book.
"Yeah… About that…"
The other two looked at Mozart's face as if they were disgusted to death. 'You lost your card, didn't you?' The two of them said at the same time.
"I-It's kind of like that." Mozart said hesitantly.
A blind old man suddenly sat along with them and ordered organic milk as soon as he seats on the chair and puts his katana down.
"Organic milk, are you for real? Is there even something like that?" The waiter said while scratching the back of his head out of confusion.
"There is you brat! Organic milk is pasteurized using ultra-high temperature (UHT) processing, in which the milk is heated to 280˚F (138˚C) for 2-4 seconds. Conventional milk is pasteurized using the standard method in which the milk is heated to roughly—"
"Blah! Blah! Blah! Why do old folks always bring up unnecessary things?" The waiter mocked the old man as he is washing some glasses.
The old man suddenly slashes the glasses of Mozart and Hercules.
"Ya, picking a fight?!" Hercules suddenly stands up and picked up a chain with his foot as he crack his knuckles.
The pub suddenly went silent as if there was no one in there, engulf in shock and all of the attention was turned to the two. They suddenly went wild and cheers for the two and provokes the two to continue the fight.
"Let's do this next time when there's no audience." The old man said and calmly got back to drinking his milk that the waiter served nervously causing it to spill on the table.
"Yeah, I forgot he had stage fright! Old man is a damsel in stress. Don't you guys know that." Mozart said while filling in a paper.
A few minutes later, a man wearing a helmet suddenly came in and went on the stage and grabbed the mic.
"You guys Intel just told me that…" The guy with the helmet pauses as he catches his breath after pedaling like crazy on his bike.
"What? What the fuck did they just tell you? Come on!"
A guy suddenly throws a water bottle, luckily the man with the helmet manages to catch it and drinks the water as if it is the first water he got for ten years of starvation.
"Okay, here we go! Everyone in Louisiana's orphanage has a bounty on their head. A-Also, Mozart has the highest one, so, yeah, we're fucked up!" The man said with a relieved tone as if all of the problems in his life is solved.
"Talk about bad luck, eh?" Hercules said while eating some chicken and chugging some beer.
Suddenly, a bomb exploded, destroying the entrance of the pub and a group of people wearing white and holding guns approached.
"Hey look... Look... A dramatic entrance!" Mozart said with a blissful look in his eyes.
"Is that the brat the doctor wanted?" Said the girl wearing a white jumpsuit and a demon mask.
"Well, can't really fight right now. This is the last piece of cloth I have, so... Is there anyway to negotiate this?"
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"Have you seen the update on the site?" A woman that is covered by shadows said while laying on the floor of a cramped grocery store while holding her phone.
"Yeah, that brat got his ass on a big trouble!" The other woman who is seating beside the first one said while smoking cigar.
"That bastard is currently dealing with the white clad. After that who do you think is will be the next one to hunt that monster down?" Said by the first lady on the shadow as she puts her phone on top of her forehead.
"Well there is a lot of assassin in the industry, but no other son of bitches is brave enough to even think of targeting that demon. The white clad is bunch of lunatics, so it's no surprise that they did something that ridiculous."
"Well, there is a lot of skilled assassin out there, so don't be too confident. That little bastard isn't invincible after all. Also, have you forgotten that "Anarchy"? Also don't forget the bounty this time is so high, even those third rate won't hesitate to take up that offer." The other lady said as she puts her cigar on the ashtray.
"Yeah! Money really is a big driving factor... But, don't tell me, you still believe that urban story up until now?" The other lady said in awe while she curls her forehead.
"Well it's an urban story for newbies like you but..." The woman laughs menacingly while touching the scar on the side of her lips.
"I don't have energy for this anymore. Well, I'm going to sleep and you should too, Honey!"
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