PROLOGUE: Beaten By The Authority

"I am... I can't remember. I was battling the prime minister of England, Prime Minister Benjamin Juvencivilla. And then I fell over the railing and hit my head. I barely remember who I am. Where I am from. Who I knew and who I hated. But now, I know one of those people. Juvencivilla. I vow to kill him as violently as I can, limb from limb, until he gets what he deserves."

 

EUVOSKIA, ENGLAND

NURSING AREA

1919

 

"That story is pretty devastating, lad. I wish I could do more than just heal your wounds," the nurse answered. "You are apparently suffering from amnesia. Can't you remember anything?"

He looked around. "No." The nurse looked at his identification card. She squinted in confusion at it. "Okayyy... Well from your identification, BJ, you are a 38 year old male human being. You work in the place where you were thrown off a building."

 

"So that's how I got close to him.. Huh."

 

One of her eyebrows raised up. "Yes... Uhh... I guess so. Apparently." She looked at her watch and checked her clipboard. 

 

"Well, you'd best be on your way. Come back in case you get hurt another time."

 

The man then ventured home. He stopped by a very familiar house, residence of his neighbor. His neighbor was outside, hosing down his garden with a hose spewing out gallons of water. "Hey! BJ!"

The man waved back. "What happened to you?"

 

"I was thrown off a building."

 

The neighbor covered his mouth and said, "Christ. Come on in, let me fix you something." The mysterious man walked with the neighbor into the house and sat down on his living room couch. "I haven't talked to you in a few days... What are you planning to do about that debacle? Go to court?"

"No. I'll maim that damned man. Whatever it takes." He held both of his knees together. "Oh, by the way, I never told you my name. My name is Victor. Victor Kroul." He held out his hand, and BJ shook it. "Alright, BJ. Let me quiz you- Do you like secrets?"

"What do you mean, 'secrets?'"

 

Victor invited him by signaling him over to his bookshelf. "Let me read you the fourth testament." He pulled the fourth testament out of the slot, and opened a secret passageway. BJ entered the room along with Victor, and discovered that in the secret room, there was a plethora of sorcery tools. "By the power of Grayskull..."

 

"Witchcraft. Wizardry. All of the magic to your heart's content. You want revenge on the guy who almost killed you? You came to the right man." BJ grinned. "What types of magic do you have?"

Victor opened up a very dusty, and worn out spellbook that he had for ages. As his fingers flipped through the pages, BJ gandered around at all of the magician's paraphernalia. "Ah, here we go-

 

This section contains of lethal weaponized sorcery that can only be contained by one worthy, whomever studies this section. He must study the magic words, and then recite them with the proper hand motion." Victor wrapped a cursed shark tooth necklace around BJ's neck. "Wear this relic, study the book. Doing any of these steps incorrectly will ruin your chance."

BJ was handed the musty spellbook. Holding it with his two hands. And so he studied the spellbook that night wearing the relic. It took until he decided to fall asleep of drowsiness.

BJ was determined, and after reading the book, he was murderous. 

 

Chapter I: Jumping Pawn

 BJ was different after studying the book of magic spells. His fingertips were infused with the power of magical sorcery. The mind in his head wasn't focused on his own safety anymore, it was focused on murdering the man who hurt his soul. With a bag of euros, he traveled to the weapons store. The bag of currency occasionally made a slight ringing sound effect. This meant that in the sack, it was full of heavy money.

 

He let himself inside of the weapons store. The cashier said, "Sorry there lad, the store is closed. I'm just here to clean-" BJ's face grew a small smirk, and with a snap of his fingers, he casted his first spell. 

 

"TRIBIO HARVARTI!"

 

The shopkeeper's eyes turned bright red. "Welcome to the store, sir. We have just opened." He put the sack of euros on the counter. "Yes, my good man. Let me check what you have in stock..." He checked the man's rack of weapons behind him. "BAH! Everything on that rack is absolute rubbish. SHOPKEEPER!"

While the shopkeeper was tending to the register, he instantly pulled his head up to listen to BJ's speech. "What do you have under the counter? Anything not on that rack that you're selling?"

 

"Yes, sir." He placed a shotgun-like caliber weapon on the wooden countertop. "Dear lord... The future sure is exciting, right ol' buddy?" 

"Yes sir. It is."

The shotgun was a mechanical contraption. From its design, BJ could infer that it was made specifically to tear people apart with its powerful blast. "I'll take it. What else do you have?"

He placed an advanced flintlock pistol on the counter. "Huh. I'll take both, and 3 packs of ammunition, my good man!"

 

Then he noticed over the man's head, there were several masks. One of them, however, caught his eye. It was a mask of Scaramouche. The long nose resembled Pinnochio's. That meant that it was made for liars. Liars everywhere. Its sequined outlines and sharp black eyelashes. The chin was incredibly sharp. "I'll also take that mask."

 

He purchased the mask from the shopkeeper. The possession wore off, and the man said, "Alright, sir may I see your identification?" 

BJ had a confused look on his face. "Wha- TRIBIO HARVARTI!"

 

"Pardon?"

 

"Oh- I meant, here." 

 

He saw the identification card. "Alrighty then... Have a good day, now take your crap and get out 'your royal ass-ness' Jeez, that's the seventh one of you this week." 

 

 "The new world order, is that revenge solves everything. Not one equation cannot be solved without it. Revenge destroys it. Demolishes it. Solves it. And it is the best weapon any man or woman contains within their own body."

 

Chapter II: Injustice Among Us

 BUCKINGHAMSHIRE, ENGLAND

FEDERAL PALACE

 

BJ donned the mask of Scaramouche, therefore, he became Scaramouche. Not BJ anymore. There was only the silhouette of a future murderer in seek of revenge. He looked at his mechanical watch. "Judgement time." BJ loaded his pistol and shotgun, and approached the front doors of the palace guarded by two men. "Sir, you may not bring those firearms inside. Drop them and put your hands behind your back." 

 

BJ pounded his heart and murmurred, "Cardius-incendio." The two guards' chests blew open, and revealed the heart had exploded. "I may bring the firearms wherever I want, you shall have no judgement over my actions, as they are my own." BJ snatched a sabre from one of the bodies. As he ran his finger across the sharp blade, he felt its potential power in combat. "Yes... This will do nicely." BJ put his shotgun in his holster on his back, and proceeded inside of the palace. "Time to kill everyone!"

 

BJ strolled down the hallway. Two guards swung around the corner and spotted him. "SECURITY! WE HAVE A SODDING INTRUDER!" BJ spun out his pistol around his finger, and shot a guard in his head, killing him. The other guard took aim with a bayonetted rifle, right when BJ said, "Kiptu-sius!" BJ teleported over to him, removed the bayonette, and slit the man's throat. "You're not loyalists, you're slaves. Men choose, slaves obey."

 

The head of the building noticed him on a surveillance camera. "...SHIT! THERE'S A MAD MAN IN THE BUILDING!" He went on the intercomm and announced to the palace, "There is a man in a mask waltzing around the building. Kill him- ON SIGHT!"

 

BJ headed up the stairs with a red carpet laid out. He left bloody footprints. "The killer is now on the second floor, guards, EXECUTE HIM! NOW!" BJ was shot in his shoulder. "AGH!! NO... I haven't... gotten so far..." He hit the floor with a loud thud. Three of the guards that surrounded him circled around him. "Oi', nice shot there mate."

 

"I'm oblidged." BJ pulled out his sabre. 

 

"My turn."

 

Still on the floor, BJ spun around in a 360 degree angle, and sliced off all of the men's feet. "AHHHH! HELP!" BJ slapped the rifle out of one of the guards' hands, and flung the blade into his skull. The second one BJ fired a shot with his pistol. And the third, BJ snapped his neck. "The sweet smell of victory. And defeat." More guards were approaching at the moment. BJ looked downwards at the three corpses. With his rising hand, he casted a new spell. 

 

"UND-DYNE!" 

 

The corpses reanimated, and regrew their skeletal bones in their feet. They stood up, ready to fight against their own as hostile slaves. "Men choose. Slaves obey. NOW... OBEY!" he screamed, pointing at the group from afar. 
One of the enslaved undead guards shot a guard through his chest, and then through his jugular. He fired a shot before death that nearly hit BJ. BJ took cover behind a marble pillar. The head of the palace opened a drawer in his desk. "DAMN IT TO HELL! Fine, I'll have to deal with this my way!"

 

BJ evaded the fight, and walked right into a guard. The two stared at each other for a second. "You fucking TRAITOR!" BJ slammed the man against a wall, with the blade of his sabre against his throat. Violently. 

 

Blood was pouring out of the wound, and onto the clean, red carpet. And as it dripped like a river, it made the carpet even more red. BJ removed the blade, and proceeded. BJ heard an incoming battle cry from behind him. "Watch out!" BJ's mind told himself. He spun around, and caught a flying golden glass lamp, mid-air. Within the palm of his hand, he crushed it into little shards of glass. "Throwing foreign objects at me won't save you." 

 

BJ teleported over to the guard who threw it. He grabbed him by the arm and stabbed him three times in the chest. Before his death, BJ said in his ear, "The pain you feel.. It is shame."

 

BJ stabbed him a fourth time, and released the man's corpse. BJ proceeded upstairs to the third floor, where the head was waiting. BJ kicked open the door and right there, waiting, was Mr. Hans Griffinborough. "So you're the terrorist, eh? What do you want from me? Money? My clothes? My men?"

 

"You call that leverage?"

 

"THAT'S THE BEST YOU'RE GONNA GET. NOW TAKE IT, LEAVE, OR I'LL FIGHT YOU MY DAMNED SELF!"

 

"I'm not gonna fight you. I'm gonna kick your ass."

 

BJ stormed over to Hans, and knocked the sabre out of his hands with one blow. Hans backed up, and pulled out a gun on BJ. "S-STAY BACK! DON'T TAKE A STEP CLOSER!"

 

"Oh. Like this?" BJ stepped forwards. Hans fired, and missed. "AHHH! DON'T HURT ME! PLEASE!"

 

"WHERE'S THE ADDRESS OF YOUR MATES? TELL ME OR I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" 

Hans took a piece of paper and wrote it down. "Here! HERE! Take it! Don't hurt me! Please!"

 

"Stand in the middle of the room."

 

Hans walked in the middle of the room, under a skylight. "THUNDIOS!" BJ said, clapping. Nothing happened. Hans laughed. "WHAT WAS THAT?"

A thunderbolt shot, and broke the skylight. A piece of glass fell, and sliced Hans' face off. "That was thunder, my dear friend."

Chapter III: Serious Authority

 There were police mobiles outside. "WE'VE GOT A TWERP IN THE PALACE, OUR MISSION IS ELIMINATE ON SIGHT!" BJ looked through a window. "No! NO! NO! NO!" The police busted into the room and said, "Put your hands up, you're under arrest!" 

Several police officers entered with automatic rifles. "Put your hands up, drop the weapon!"

 

BJ said, "Molluskia!"

 

Time slowed down. BJ aimed his pistol at one officer. POW! He fired and shot him in his face. BJ pushed the hammer down, and fired again. He hit a man in his neck. Then he felt a slight prick in his right foot. BJ's eyes faced down, and he noticed a tranquilizer dart in his right foot. "What the hell?" 

He removed the dart to assure himself. BJ was hit by an actual dart. Time went back into present motion, and he fell asleep. The guards surrounded him. "We did it! We got him! Let's throw him in the pattywagon!"

 

ON THE WAY TO JAIL

 

BJ awakened in the back of an automobile. "Where am I?" 

"You're going to prison, lad. You're a mass murderer. And we can't have rats like you on the streets. Can we now?" BJ retaliated and said, "You could, but it wouldn't do you any good.Now I'll give you one single chance. Unarrest me. Or I will kill you. And everybody else." He noticed one of the guards holding his mask.

 

The guards in the back started laughing. "Really? When we've got your gear and your mask, you want to kill us?" 

BJ whispered magic words, and possessed one of the guards. The guard unarrested him with the handcuff keys. "HEY! WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" 

BJ kicked one of the guard's heads, snapping his neck. Then he stole his firearm, and shot the driver in the head. The automobile swerved off of the road, and into a streetlight. The automobile turned onto its side. The only remaining guard stood on his knees, and punched BJ in his face. "MOTHERFUCKER!"

 

BJ kicked the guard in the chest, and launched him into the metal wall. With remaining time left, BJ picked up the loose handcuffs on the floor, and wrapped it around the officer's neck. "HOW DOES THIS FEEL?"

BJ started to strangle him with the chain of the cuffs until his neck started squirting blood out of the wound. BJ removed the handcuffs, and grabbed his mask. The mask was unscathed. It symbolized violence, lies, and darkness. 

 

BJ retrieved his belongings: His pistol, shotgun, and sabre. He strapped on his mask, and exited the vehicle. The engine visibly caught on fire. "SHIT!" BJ teleported away from the incident, and the vehicle exploded. He appeared in a park, and one of the doors from the automobile was flying towards him. "Latrivere!" 

With his own hand, he magically and telekinetically caught the door in mid-air. BJ balled his hand into a fist. The car door bent into a sphere of scrap metal. People walking on the sidewalks were frightened, dialing the police's number, and trying to escape the area. BJ decided to venture home.

 

BJ'S RESIDENCE

BJ felt fatigued from all of the killing and violence that ensued at the palace. He landed on his couch. The spirit of Victor Kroul then appeared in front of him, with smoke emitting off of him. "Hello again. Did you get what you wanted?"

"Yes, but that's not enough. WE NEED TO KILL BENJAMIN, make them suffer." Kroul laughed and said, "Yes we do. Juvencivilla comes last, however. His men are still at large."

 

"Alright."

 

MEANWHILE, IN PARLIAMENT

 

Harold Barbeau, assistant to the prime minister, was conversating with a stranger holding a suitcase. "Are you Connor Vixen?" He nodded. "So... you're a what is it now?"

"Mythical creature hunter. The tragedy that went on at the palace was apparently by a magical and mythical substance." Harold shook his head. "You're not the right man for the job, then."

 

"WHAT? What'd I say?"

 

"We're not hunting for a damned animal, THIS WAS A HUMAN BEING! A REAL HUMAN BEING! HE'S USING SOME WEIRD WITCHCRAFT BULLSHIT TO KILL EVERYBODY! AND HE'S COMING TO ME AT SOME TIME! He must be stopped!"

 

"Well I WILL STOP HIM! And he will be dead for here on out. Consider him assassinated." Harold shook his head. "Provide proof you know what you're talking about before my guards escort you out of this room!" 

 

 Vixen opened up his suitcase. The contents along the lining of the suitcase were vampiric assassination tools, and other objects. "To hunt down a beast, you must know its weaknesses."

 

BIRMINGHAM

7:11 PM

 

 BJ arrived at the address. "Well well well..." He scanned the building with his eyes, and noticed a window open outside. "This is too easy." He casted a spell on his feet. "Silencio-pediatrous."  BJ's feet now emitted no noise. This was for stealth purposes, as one loud foostep being heard could give away his position and reveal him.

 BJ teleported himself onto the open window, and climbed inside. Nobody was there at the moment. "The bloody hell?" BJ hopped down into the room. It seemed sort of like a trap. BJ walked around, and noticed the light on in the bathroom. BJ, while cloaked in the dark, slowly pranced over to the door.

He slowly opened it, and nobody was inside. Then footsteps arrived at the door. BJ teleported onto the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The person on the other side of the door unlocked the door, and entered his office. BJ looked at the stem of the chandelier and got an idea. He whispered, "Latrivere..." The door shut on its own. BJ pulled out his sabre, and started sawing the stem of the chandelier. The man stood in the middle of the room, puzzled at how the door closed on its own.

 

BJ finally sawed off the end of the chandelier's chain, and on the way down, the person moved out from underneath the falling object. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

BJ kicked the man across the room, causing him to hit his desk, and hit the wall upside down. "Where's your two mates? I know there's two others with the same job you do." The man fell out of the crater, and BJ pointed his sabre at the man's chin.

 

"Tell me. Or we get to find out how much blood you've got in you." The man sputtered, "They're down the hallways. Their offices are right across from each other." BJ nodded. "Take off that uniform and give it to me." The man unbuttoned his royal coat, and slid it off. Then he removed his undershirt. BJ dressed himself in both, leaving the man topless. "Can I tell you something, mate?"

 

BJ leaned forwards. "This entire thing we're doing right here, it's not optional. It's something I have to do." He showed the man his sabre up close and personal. "Farewell."

 

BJ inserted the blade into the man's skull, and pulled it back out. BJ then removed his mask, and held it by his side to conceal it a little bit. BJ then concealed the body in a wardrobe, and left the room. People were outside, wondering what had happened. Though, BJ wasn't wearing his mask, he was wearing the man's face. "Nothing happened, it's all good in there." The people turned around and walked in the opposite direction. BJ continued down the red carpet of a hallway and to the first man's room. The name plate on the door read, "Gillian Trout." BJ entered the room, and Gillian stood out of his chair.

 

"Why hello Linus, do you need something?" Gillian questioned him with enthusiasm. The custodian outside of Linus' room noticed the door peeked open. She poked her head in and noticed the chandelier that had fallen. "Oh, my!"

She walked over to Linus' desk and paged someone. "Linus, you called me?"

 

"Yes, this isn't Linus, this is Trinity Hollow, a custodian- Please, do listen- The chandelier in Linus' room, it had fallen, and not only that, but Linus is also missing." 

"Huh. That's odd." The wardrobe door opened up, and Linus' faceless body flopped out and hit the ground with a thud. "AAAAAAAH! PLEASE, SEND HELP! THERE'S BEEN A MURDER!"

BJ pulled out his sabre. "If I did this, know I'm sorry." Gillian held out his hand. "Wait, WAIT!" BJ threw his sabre at Gillian, hitting him in his head. Gillian's body plundered backwards into his chair. BJ teleported over to him to retrieve it, and hauled the sword out of the crevice it was punctured into. 

 

Harold Barbeau called Connor Vixen through his comms system. "Mr. Vixen, it's your time. Proceed to the following address-"

 

BJ exited Gillian's room and proceeded to the other man's room. The name plate read, "Dylan Van Buren." BJ entered the man's room, and when he did, the mask slid off of his face. "Errgh, SHIT!"

Dylan stood up, and paged security. "I NEED SECURITY, WE'VE GOT A LUNATIC IN MY OFFICE!"

BJ heard the alarm sound. With quick reflexes, he whipped out his pistol, and fired a shot, hitting Dylan in his chest. Dylan hit the floor, took cover, and pulled out his deringer.

"You're the one who committed those murders, YEAH?"

 

Behind Dylan's desk was a bunch of filing cabinets. BJ grinned when he noticed this. "Latrivere!" With hand motion, he made the filing cabinets tip over and land on Dylan's legs. "AGHHH! FUCK! MY DAMNED LEGS! You son of a bitch!"

BJ sprinted over to the incapacitated man, and whipped Dylan with the back of his pistol hard enough that it left a bleeding crater in his skull. Dylan was pronounced: Dead.

 

"Snitches get stitches, my dear friend. You should've taken that into account." 

 

BJ holstered his pistol, and whipped out his shotgun. "SUSPECT IS ARMED, ERADICATE!" 

 

BJ fired a widespread shot, hitting two guards in their chest from where he was standing. With a clutch of his fist and a rising hand, he screamed, "EARTH-BOUND!"

A humongous, brown, and dirt-covered boulder-sized rock elevated out of the floor swiftly, giving BJ some cover from fire. A voice in his head told him, "They aren't the only ones hunting you."

 

BJ peeked out from cover and blasted an incoming officer on his back without killing him. His calloused hand cocked the weapon, preparing it for the next shot. BJ fired again, and missed. Each time he fired, he retreated for a small amount of time behind cover. A bullet flew and hit the side of the rock. Pieces of it hit the ground, got the carpet dirty. "YOU WILL NOT WIN THIS BATTLE, CHUMS!" 

BJ searched his memory and then said, "Spikeron-"

 

His fist gained a glowing transparent spike. "-EXELCISION!"

 

BJ dragged the spike across the floor, sending an entire column of spikes up to his targets. Each of the officers were impaled on spikes that formed underneath their feet. BJ exited the building while under the laser sight of Vixen. "I've got you now, you little TWAT!" 

He fired his rifle, and blew a hole the size of a pothole next to BJ's foot. "HOLY SHIT! THIS GUY'S INSANE!" BJ screamed as he sprinted down the street. Vixen pulled a zipline gun out of his bag and fired a zipline. While holding on, he tried to snipe BJ. BJ avoided another bullet, that hit a pole, landing on a fire hydrant. The water spraying out caused BJ to slip and hit his head. Vixen changed the direction of his zipline, going over BJ. 

 

BJ composed himself, and casted a spell on his feet. "FOXHOUND!" His speed was increased. BJ started trotting as quickly as a fox.

 

"YOU BETTER HOLD ONTO YOUR HEAD, MATE! YOUR SKULL WILL MAKE A NICE ADDITION TO MY COLLECTION!"

 

 "FUCK YOU, TWAT! YOU'RE CRAZY!"

 

Vixen one-handedly fired, and hit a spot right behind BJ's feet, sending BJ through an automobile's back windshield and through the front one. BJ landed against the sidewalk.

 

"Demon, you shall suffer the consequences of being alive on this Earth!" 

 

BJ screamed out, "I'M NOT A DEMON! FOR GOD SAKES!" 

 

Vixen landed right besides BJ's position. Vixen used a type of sense to detect BJ's source of power. "Hmm.. you might not be. But still, I have a job I have to do. Goodbye." 

 

"You're right, goodbye!" 

 

BJ casted a spell of invisibility on himself. Vixen aimed around. "No- NO! WHAT THE FUCK! WHERE'D YOU GO! YOU COWARD! COME BACK HERE AND FINISH THIS!" 

 

BJ'S RESIDENCE

BJ returned home and fell on his couch, again. Then Victor appeared out of nowhere. "You've done well. The chaos you're created. Now we wait for a new lead so you can go murder the next branch of parliament." BJ nodded, then his vision started disorienting. "Whoa... what's happening to my sight?"

"Calm down, it's just weakness. Your bones are tired from using the spells too much today. You'll regain your strength." 

Chapter IV: Bewitched

 VIXEN'S RESIDENCE

Connor placed himself down on a stool next to his workspace. The workbench was crowded with clockwork technology that only the finest mechanic could understand, like him. The gadgets were weird, they were big and technical. But they were engulfed in the spirit of a demon hunter. They were life-sized. He winded up the back of the devices. And then he faintly whispered, "Scaramouche. Extract him from this Earth."

 

BJ's RESIDENCE

 

The voice in BJ's head whispered, "Wake up... You're in danger." BJ's eyes flickered and he awakened from his sleep. The moment he awakened, a bunch of mannequins were surrounding him. "Wha... What the bloody hell's going on?" 

The mannequins were in poses that looked like they were ready to strangle him. BJ then sat up on his couch. There were four mannequins. 

 

He then got up, while the mannequins were behind him, and felt a light tap on his head. He spun around, and one of the mannequins had both of its hands on the sides of his skull. "Jesus Christ..." He started reversing away from the scene, and pulled out his sabre. "Alright, what are you? Who do you think you are, busting in here thinking you own my house! If this is a trick, you might as well leave and never return!"

 

The mannequins remained in their original pose. BJ aimed his sabre at one's neck after noticing a thick space between the skull and the chest. "What type of game are you playing? Take that stupid suit off and face me like a man." The mannequin remained in its solitary pose. "THAT'S IT!"

 

BJ inserted the blade into its neck, and it vanished into dark pieces. BJ blinked, and the remaining mannequins had moved closer. BJ punctured one's head, destroying it, and then slashed up the other. The mannequins were depleted of. Victor appeared again, and informed him, "It's a new day in Euvoskia. You should go walk outside and see how."

 

BJ took a stroll outside and noticed how everything had changed. People weren't happy with the way the present Euvoskia government was. Citizens were marching down the streets, all negatively, in a riot. Then Harold Barbeau got onto the street communication system, and informed everyone:

 

"Citizens of England, may you lend me your ears? I am assistant prime minister, Harold Barbeau. There's been a change of plans in God's country, several. I'm pretty sure you know about the massive counts of murder, those who have been killed being held in our government. This man is known to us only by his mask's name. Scaramouche. If you do not know who this is, the mask looks like a pinnochio mask that has black drawn on eyelashes, and blue sequins that outline the mask. That's why the mask is now banned. If you see a man wearing a royal coat and Scaramouche mask, report it immediately. The punishment for this crime will be imprisonment for 3 days. Then execution by guillotoine in public." 

 

Popping his neck in place, BJ knew he was in for a tough time. 

 

BARBEAU'S OFFICE

 

Vixen was sitting in a chair next to Barbeau's desk. "Why 3 days? There's only one whacko who's doing this, anyways." Harold shook his head and stood out of his chair. "Connor, you didn't even assassinate the target last night, so shut up."

 

"I'm just asking, mate. 3 days?"

 

"Well I said THREE days because I have a theory; What if it's not one man? What if there's more than one, and that every single time one strikes back, another one disguised like him steps in to perform the dirty work? And then it goes in a cycle. A loop. And it's fucking annoying."

 

"Then upgrade your arsenal so they can kill the man." 

 

Barbeau nodded. "Good idea. I'll import a bunch of machine guns from a foreign country in one day, give one to each officer in England, and then tell them all to stay up late trying to find this guy. Useless rubbish."

 

"Not a bad idea."

 

Barbeau stopped for a minute and grinned. "Actually... I agree."

 

EUVOSKIA

10 P.M

 

"It appears that the prime minister has upgraded his army. More importantly, they all face me. They are all scared, I can see it in their eyes. Though one man decided to face me head on, with a machine gun." 

 

BJ walked out in front of the sights of a machinegunner. The guard said, "FREEZE! DROP YOUR WEAPON! GET ON THE GROUND!" BJ shook his head. "I believe I cannot do that, sir. I'm doing this for a good cause."

 

"And what cause would that be?"

 

"Killing your prime minister and all of his mates." 

 

The man started laughing. "Well, this is pretty convenient- I'm one of the heads of parliament. AND YOU my friend, just walked into a trap. Say your goodbyes.." He aimed down the sights. "....PUNK!"

 

The man started firing the machine gun. BJ casted Foxhound on his feet, increasing his speed. "YOU'RE ONLY GONNA MAKE THIS WORSE!" BJ screamed, dashing over to the man's position. Bullets rained horizontally towards his area, and with his sabre out, he sliced one in half. Then another. And another. The man's teeth started showing as he held down the trigger with ease. "COME ON! YOU GOTTA DIE SOME TIME!" 

 

"Duck!" said the voice in BJ's head. BJ ducked underneath gunfire, as a bullet from elsewhere missed his head. BJ quickly turned, and shot a man in his face who was holding a gun. BJ continued apporaching the man behind the machine gun. "YOU'VE GOT NOWHERE TO GO, BOY!" BJ slowed down time with a magic spell. And in real time, BJ instantly sped over to the man when he was out of ammo. "You should have just given up and went home." 

 

BJ stabbed the officer in his neck, then spun the gun around to where he could use it. And with the remaining ammunition, BJ ripped the man apart with a hailstorm of gunfire. Then a group of guards started to come around the corner, sprinting towards BJ. "Fucking hell!" 

He started sprinting in the other direction down an alley. "HE'S DOWN THAT WAY! SMOKE HIM OUT!" one of the guards yelled. One of the officers pulled out a smoke grenade, pulled the pin, and lobbed it down the alley. "CHOKE ON THIS!"

While the officers stood there waiting, BJ ran out from behind them as he took another route in the alley. He checked the piece of paper he had in his pocket that located the next member of parliament. 

 

EUVOSKIA

21st STREET

PALACE

BJ busted in through the doors, and with his pistol out, he said, "PUT YOUR MITS UP!" The person he was searching for was gone. Though, a window was opened with the curtain flailing in the wind. "Oh no... You're not getting away!" BJ went out of the window and along the balcony was the man he was looking for. "STOP RIGHT THERE!"

The target was named Gordon Siskel. He worked in the public service division of parliament. He spun around and gave his attention to the man trying to kill him, BJ. "If it's not me that kills you, it'll be the fall that kills you from up here!"

 

 

"Well at least I won't be killed brutally, like all the others! Gillian, Guttenborough, and all the others!" 

BJ strafed around the siding of the building, trying not to fall off of the edge. A train rolled by on a nearby track. Siskel watched it roll by, as he had nowhere else to go. "PLEASE, JUST LET ME GO!"

 

BJ ignored his plea. "JUST KIDDING! I'LL GO RIGHT THERE!" Siskel leaped off of the building, and landed on the train's top. BJ shook his head, and followed along.

Chapter V: En Route

 BJ landed on his feet on the traincar Siskel was on. "PISS OFF!" Siskel yelled at him, pointing his sword. The sword was a handle with a small blade... And a trigger. BJ pointed his finger at the stub of a sword. "That's your weapon of choice. That little... thing?"

 

Siskel pulled the trigger, setting off a chain of events. A long blade extended, then unfolded into a bigger blade. It was a huge sword. "Dear GOD," BJ said. Siskel smirked and said, "Bigger is always better, right?"

BJ was jealous and angered. "The big difference between that and this sabre is that smaller knives are easy to pull out of the crevice I'll make in your corpse." Siskel charged, sword first. BJ ducked underneath it, and with the grip of the sabre, he knocked Siskel in the back of his knees and caused him to fall. Siskel punched BJ over the side of the train, but with enough time, BJ swerved around and crashed through both side windows of the traincar. Before he fell to his death, he said, "KIPTU-SIUS!" 

 

BJ teleported back onto the roof of the traincar. Siskel and BJ both charged in unison, and clashed swords together. BJ tried to manuever his sword away, but Siskel's big katana was too hard to edge around. "What's the matter? Can't hit me?"

BJ punched Siskel in the crotch, then kicked him on his bottom. "Why are you trying to kill me with that fucking sword? Use your little witchcraft spells!"

 

BJ stabbed him in his knees and said, "Because you deserve pain of suffrage." BJ dragged him over to the void of the traincar's connectors. He hopped down, and brought Siskel with him. Then he lowered Siskel's face over the train-tracks. "TELL ME THE ADDRESS OF THE PERSON ABOVE YOU!" 

 

"WHAT?"

 

"WHO IS YOUR BOSS?"

 

"JUVENCIVILLA!"

 

"NO! THE ONE THAT'S ONE RANK ABOVE YOU ON A HIERARCHY!"

 

"Apple Grove, 231st!" Siskel blurted out. BJ nodded. "You got family?"

 

"YES! And they need me! I'm the source of money!" BJ stopped for a second and acknowledged this for a second. "Huh. Well Mr. Siskel, do you have children?" 

"I have two daughters and a son! My son's in college, the other two are in their high school!" BJ nodded along with the answers. "Do you cherish them with all of your heart?"

 

"YES!"

 

"Do they need you?"

 

"YESSS!"

 

"What's their home address?" 

 

"BURIAL AVENUE! WEST SIDE OF EUVOSKIA! 2047!"

 

"Great. Thank you." BJ dragged his face across the train tracks, spraying blood all over his mask. BJ let go of Siskel's faceless corpse and noticed that there was no other way off of the train, unless it reached its destination. BJ groaned and climbed back on top of the train. Ahead, BJ noticed that the train was traveling over a steep bump in the tracks. With his sabre, he punctured the blade through the roof to maintain his stability. "SHIT!" The train traveled over the hill, and BJ landed flat on his stomach, still with the sabre in his hand. 

 

The train started shaking repeatedly. When the train was level, BJ continued to the front of the train. 

 

"Mobility keeps you in motion. Standing still in a firefight can result in very devastating injuries." BJ made it to the front, and climbed in through the hatch. The leading car of the train was being controlled by a conductor sitting in a seat. BJ snuck over to him, and held him hostage with a sabre up to his neck.

 

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!"

 

BJ whispered into his ear, "Stop the train... up there." The area ahead had a building near the tracks, where BJ can jump off. The conductor pulled two brakes, and slowed the train to a halt. "You did a good job." BJ exited through the hatch, and teleported onto the rooftop of the building. 

 

BARBEAU'S OFFICE

 

Harold turned and faced Vixen. "Vixen, you sent out those 'devices' of yours to go kill Scaramouche, right?" Harold questioned Vixen of his actions. "Yes. They were wind up mannequins that move when eyesight isn't placed on them. And then they attack." Harold smiled "Great, here's your payment."

Harold gave him the finger. "Oh my god... Here we go again, WHAT did I do this time?" 

"Your silly machines didn't do their job. And that makes me curious at why I'm paying you if it did absolutely NOTHING! There was a train that stopped in the middle of the tracks besides the roof of a building. And far behind the train was remains and giblets of a corpse whom belonged to Gordon Siskel. He's getting closer, Connor and YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"

 

"WELL I'M SORRY! I MIGHT AS WELL LEAVE! HAVE A GOOD DAY IN HELL!" Connor said, packing up all of his belongings. Harold, frightened by what he said, decided to stop him. "Connor, I'm sorry."

 

"THAT'S NOT GONNA CUT IT."

 

"I'LL DOUBLE YOUR PAY! PLEASE!" 

 

Connor spun around. "Good. And don't cause any of that bollocks again. Next time I've leaving." 

 

 

Chapter VI: Near the Edge of Hell

 

"Killing people is easy. Impalement. Throats being slit. Headshots. Stomping on their limbs and vital organs. But I'm gonna do more than that to Juvencivilla. The perfect crime must be punished by a perfect punishment." 

 

 Mrs. Siskel was alarmed by a knock at her door. The moment she opened it, an officer gave her the bad news. News being that Gordon was murdered by "Scaramouche," or BJ. "What did they find left of him? WHAT DID THEY FIND?"

The officer took off his hat and said, "Madam, I'd rather not say what the body looks like. I just wanted to tell you the news. I'm... sorry about him. 

 

OH, but by the way, while I'm here, there's a package by your front door. Here." The officer picked up a package and handed it to the woman. There was no tag, no name of who it was from or sent by. "Uh... Thank- Thanks. Have a good day." The officer left in his vehicle, and the woman walked inside. She placed the heavy package down on her table, and with her long nails, she slit the tape on the box in half. 

Opening the flaps of the cardboard, Mrs. Siskel's eyes landed on an entire box full of euros with a note:

 

"Your husband wanted to give this to you. Use it only for your children's future. Do not use this for yourself," - BJ.

 

She looked up and wondered who this person was.

 

THE SUDS

EUVOSKIA, ENGLAND

 

Before entering the bar, he concealed the Scaramouche mask. BJ entered the bar with Victor. "You've done a good thing. You're near your target," Victor complimented him. BJ nodded and said, "Cheers to that, mate." The two sat down at the bar, and BJ told the bartender, "Two pints, on me my good man." The bartender asked, "Identification, mate?" BJ opened his wallet and put the identification card on the counter. "Whoa... Alrighty then. Discount for your order, mate."

He laid the money on the counter, and then the bartender placed two glasses on the counter. "What type of beer, sir? Lager? Pilsner? Ale?" 

"Lager. Please." He opened a glass of Lager, and poured the alcohol into the pints. "To destroying Juvencivilla." The bartender turned his head and squinted, mouthing the words, "Juvencivilla?" with a confused expression on his face. 

 

"To destroying Juvencivilla," Victor said with a suspicious grin. BJ consumed the top quarter of the glass. Then his vision went all weird. "Whoa.. What's happening?"

Victor cringed and said, "I don't know, something's trying to take you over- Quickly, OUTSIDE!"

 

"WHAT? WHY?"

"DO IT! These people are gonna be SUSPICIOUS OF YOU! GET OUT THERE!" Victor ordered. BJ sprinted outside and walked into the back alley. He snatched his mask, and slid it on. Then in the alley, Connor Vixen appeared. "Scaramouche. You're a.... hard man to find. You know that, right?" 

 

"Who are you and why do you keep stalking me? PISS OFF!" BJ screamed. The ground around him started crumbling, until him and Connor were floating. "Listen, mate. I'm gonna give you a chance. Leave this city, and never come back. Or I'll kill you and reveal your identity to the world."

 

"FUCK YOU!"

 

BJ pulled a concealed pistol out of the pocket of his coat, and fired a shot. Connor literally caught the bullet, mid-air. "You think that's gonna kill me? I've got demon-magic on my side, so that horse manure won't do shit to me." Connor approached BJ, and froze him in place up to his head. "AGH! UNGH! GET- AWAY!"

 

BJ struggled but couldn't react to what was happening. Connor reached into BJ's pocket, and pulled out his wallet. "GIVE ME MY FUCKING WALLET YOU GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT! YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE- I'M GONNA MESS YOU THE FUCK UP!" threatened BJ to Connor.

 

Connor read BJ's ID. Then he started laughing. "Heheheh... HA HA HA HAHAHAH! You're- You're serious, right? YOU? YOU'RE THE ONE CAUSING ALL THIS RUCKUS? You're supposed to be loyal to your country, you traitor!" 

 

"I work in the government, Juvencivilla gave me amnesia when he threw me out a goddamn WINDOW!" 

"Juvencivilla? Well let me give you a hint at how this whole dilemma will end: One, someone you know really isn't who they say they are. Two, you won't achieve your goal, but you will achieve something vital. Three, in the end, this country will be free, and chaotic. All because of you."

 

Then BJ awakened in the bar. Victor woke him up after BJ had downed an entire pint. "Mate? You alright? You had a blackout er something. Fell asleep right there." BJ answered, "I just had a dream... that whacko from the second night I went out told me a bunch of stuff." 

"Connor Vixen?"

 

"Connor who?"

 

"He's the new monster hunter in town, and he's looking for you. Uses magic spells and other rubbish to try and find his targets. Connor works alone, and he has a bunch of demonic paraphernalia to try and find you. You better be careful." 

 

"Alright, cut to the chase, how do I kill him?"

 

"I don't know."

 

BJ rolled his eyes. "Well if there's a man after me and it's too hard to kill him, this is a problem. What's his deal anyways?" 

 

"Harold Barbeau hired him, he's afraid you might go and kill him and the rest."

 

"That's what I'm gonna fucking do. They're all gonna pay for serving under that miserable son of a bitch." Victor put his hand on BJ's shoulder. "You do that."

 

 

Chapter VII: Justice for All

 EUVOSKIA

 

QUEEN'S BURROW PALACE

 

BJ reloaded his shotgun and entered the building. It was filled with so many royal columns, white marble floors, and red fabric. The guards didn't seem to have spotted him, yet. The target wasn't the head, it was the female woman inside the building. She was heir to the dame of England's government. The dame's purpose was to lead the heads to victory, by ordering them in certain places, while being overseen by the ones above him on the royal hierarchy. 

 

There were two men in the center of the room. They were conversating about an interesting subject. BJ casted a spell of invisibility on himself. 

 

"You know the killer, Scaramouche?"

"Don't we all?"

"Yeah, what if he comes for us, next?"

"Then we'll fight him off. We're trained to take on bastards like him."

"I know, but he killed way too many of us already."

"They weren't prepared for it. We are. I've been punching a sandbag for about a week."

"The comms said victims died by the sword."

"Swords are fucking blades, they're used in close range, he won't even get close to us."

 

Then a sabre pierced the man's throat. "Well then, is that so?" The sabre then removed itself from the man's neck. Then from the behind, the other man was shot in the head by an unknown assailant. The man was dressed in a  brownish outfit, and had a huge magnum revolver. 

 

"You're dead fucking meat."

 

The mysterious person flipped the cylinder of his magnum down, and inserted another set of giant bullets inside of it. "VIXEN, YOU'RE GONNA LOSE THIS FIGHT!"

"Oh, I'm not Vixen."

The man flipped his cylinder back up, readying his pistol. "But I don't like you." The figure fired a giant bullet at BJ. BJ sprinted towards him, and dodged the bullet. BJ casted Foxhound on his feet. BJ sprinted, and tried to block a bullet with his sabre. Instead of the bullet being sliced in half, BJ's sabre was broken. "MY SABRE!" The figure aimed at BJ while he was stalled, and watched BJ face him again with an angry expression. "YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! THAT'S MY SWORD!"

The man pulled the hammer back. BJ, while bare-handed, continued running towards the guy. The figure fired again, and destroyed a chunk of a pillar near BJ. With two shots remaining, BJ dodged the fifth bullet successfully. The man finally shot BJ in his knee with the sixth, leaving a hole. "AGH! GOD! MY LEG!" 

 

The man opened up the cylinder to his revolver. While doing this, BJ was limping towards him with a bleeding leg. "Come on..." The man pulled out a few rounds. BJ nearly fell over trying to reach the guy. The man inserted the rounds into the cylinder, when BJ reached him gun, and flung it in another direction.

 

Then BJ smacked him across the face with his fist, drawing blood. "You can't do this... Not when I'm.... So close..." 

The man was crawling across the floor, in pain, trying to escape BJ. BJ stomped on his head repeatedly, and crushed it into pieces. "Here's something funny, if you wouldn't have shot at me, I wouldn't have done this."

 

BJ then continued upstairs in the building, to the heir's room. Once he entered, the heir was nowhere to be seen. Though the bed was shaking, mysteriously. BJ checked underneath, and the heir was concealed under the wooden frame of the bed. She murmurred, "Please... Please just do it. Kill me and get it over with."

 

BJ dragged the woman out from under the bed and said, "I'm not going to maul you. Not like the other people would've wanted to. I'm here to rescue you from this sorry, tragic world. Euvoskia, and most of England is crumbling because of this parliamentary government system."

 

"Are you a freedom fighter? An American?"

 

BJ started laughing. "No, no. I'm not from America. I was born in England, 1881. Molded by its cruel democracy." She grinned. "Same year the prime minister was born. I dislike him," the heir informed him. 

 

"That's actually my target."

 

"Benjamin Juvencivilla? Why? Why exactly?"

 

"Well now that I know this man's birthdate, I guess you could say me and him are alike in a few ways. I worked in the central government palace. Mr. Juvencivilla and I were in a physical fight, and he threw me out a window, then... I hit my head. Got amnesia, that's what the nurse told me."

 

"That sounds devastating. Well... Let's get out of here- Uh.... What may I call you?" the heir asked. "You may call me BJ. That's what the nurse called me. So... I'm guessing that's what I'll stick with. I don't remember my name. I don't want to. I only want to kill Juvencivilla for what he's done." 

 

"Alright, BJ. Let's get out of this damned place. Oh, and I'm Gertrude."

 

BJ and Gertrude exited the room, and standing there was Connor Vixen. "So... You are the burden in my way," BJ told him. Gertrude backed away from the two. 

"Burden? You're the terrorist who's going around murdering innocents."

 

"I don't murder innocents. I murder those who get in my way, and I murder parliament."

 

"Then why is that woman still alive?" Vixen questioned him. 

 

"I have my reasons. And I have my privacy," BJ said, casting a spell. "Cardius incendio!" 

The spell didn't have any effect on Vixen, laughing about, and he held up a spiritual relic around his neck. "You-You really... HAHAAAHAHAHAH! You really think that this would be that easy? I have my own sorcery, you buffoon! Anything that you cast on me that harms me in any way, it will have no impact. 

Your spells are useless against me. And besides... Where's your sword?"

 

BJ was then reminded that his sword was depleted of. "Oh dear.."

Connor threw his weapon out of the way.

 

"Let's make this INTERESTING..." 

Connor popped his knuckles in place. "Real gentlemen don't use guns, nor do they use pieces of binded steel or metal. They battle it out with their fists. So, bring yourself over here so I can teach you 'Getting your Ass Kicked 101!'"

 

BJ popped his knuckles in place. "You're making a big mistake, wanker!"

 

Chapter VIII: All the Mettle of Man

 BJ charged at Vixen with a balled up fist, ready to inflict pain on Vixen, though Vixen dodged it easily by strafing to the right. Vixen smiled, and kicked BJ into a statue of a knight. This knocked down several pieces of armor off of the base. "You've killed so many, but to me you're as powerful as the world's smallest termite." BJ composed himself, and aimed his pistol in the direction Vixen was standing in. Though, Vixen had disappeared.

Instead, Vixen was besides BJ. With his gloved hands, he grabbed the firearm in BJ's hand, and began firing all of its ammunition out of its receiver. Then Vixen smacked the pistol out of BJ's hand, and into the bottom floor's carpet. Vixen then flipped BJ over the railing, making him land on an ottoman, and crush it into two pieces. Vixen stood on top of the railing, and with a small hop, he landed on BJ's chest.

 

"ARGH!"

BJ rolled over in pain. Vixen then grabbed one of the pieces of the ottoman, and slammed it on BJ's head. Woodchips and pieces of fabric flew out, and BJ was badly hurt. "You... you aren't SHIT, VIXEN!" 

Vixen kicked BJ while he was on the floor. 

 

"You think you're better than me?"

 

Vixen kicked him again.

 

"You... you're full of it."

 

Vixen picked up BJ with both of his arms, and let go, having him land on his kneecap. 

"Let's see what breaks first... Your spirit... Or your skeleton?"

 

Vixen stomped on BJ's chest. 

 

"Apparently, it's both. Isn't it?"

Vixen kicked him again. BJ started to hold up his fists like he was blocking an incoming attack. "What are you doing?"

Vixen spread his arms out. and punched BJ in the face right through them. 

"You can't avoid justice, mate. Justice is continuous."

 

BJ then had a scowl on his face. He stood up, on his two feet. "What're you doing? You lost already, you might as well give up." BJ smiled and said, "You never let me have my turn."

BJ kicked Vixen across the room, scraping across the red carpet. Vixen, on the floor while flat, tried to look up from his position. BJ headed over to the place Vixen was in. With his shotgun out, he blasted Vixen in his chest. "ARGH! MY CHEST!"

 

BJ pumped it back, and aimed at Vixen's head. "Any last words?"

 

"Yeah. This was a setup."

 

Vixen's arms faded to a dark black color, and grew hair intensively. BJ reversed away from the scene, and noticed Gertrude was watching over the balcony. "GET BACK IN YOUR ROOM! HURRY!" 

Vixen's muscles enlarged, with the veins and blood visible from the naked eye. Gertrude retreated back into her dormitory, and locked the door behind her. Vixen rolled over, and stood up on his two feet. "Wha.... WHAT IN THE BLAZES ARE YOU?"

 

Vixen's face extended like a wolf's snout. His teeth sharpened in a triangular shape, with a menacing grin thats corner reached up to the vicinity of Vixen's ear. The tip of the ears were sharp, and curved. 

The armor on Vixen's chest revealed itself through his clothes, and revealed ballistic armor crafted from steel and brass. "You want to know what I am?"

Vixen had transformed into a humongous black demon-like wolf.

 

"I'm your killer."

 

BJ pumped his shotgun. "Let's see how much red you get on the floor, mate." He fired and hit Vixen in the side of his face, leaving no mark. He stood on all four legs, and roared loudly. BJ flew into a pillar due to the force of the roar. It was as forceful as a wind turbine. He hit the pillar, but wasn't beat. The wound healed due to a spell BJ casted on his spine, and he stood up. "VIXEN! FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, AND NOT A COWARD!"

 

Vixen pounced into the area BJ was hiding behind, destroying the pillars in his way into microscopic marble pieces. "Eat lead, Vixen!" 

BJ started firing shells at Vixen. One blast hit Vixen in the side of his snout, giving him a nosebleed. The blood left a huge blotch of red in the carpet. Then he was hit in his forehead. The ground was cracking under Vixen, his weight was too heavy for the floors. BJ noticed a knight's statue, and his sword. "God save the Queen." BJ said, stealing the huge blade. It was a broadsword. "Come here, Vixen! I'm gonna carve you up!"

 

Vixen pranced over to his location, and BJ leaped upwards. With all of the power in his veins, he inserted the broadsword's end into Vixen's. "AAAH!" Vixen tried to sway his hands around, and hit BJ in the process. "YOU FUCKER!" 

There was an open wound. Vixen fell over and left an advantage for BJ. "Alright Vixen, my turn." Before BJ even attacked Vixen, his human self climbed out of the shell of the wolf. "You-You're insane!"

 

Vixen then disappeared into thin air. BJ stopped where he was. "What in the hell? Where'd he go?" 

 

Vixen was outside, watching BJ on a light-post. Then he disappeared again, to elsewhere. 

Chapter IX: My Condolences

 Benjamin returned to the room. Gertrude was underneath the bed. "Vixen's gone. Let's go." Gertrude grabbed his tender hand, and exited the bottom of the bed. "You're a savior. But wasn't there another man coming to do the same thing?"

"What man?"

 

"He had a huge firearm."

 

"Oh. Well... I had to kill him. I offered to truce but he decided to try and shoot me." She looked down. "Oh." 

"Why? Was he a friend of yours?"

"No. I just- I don't really want anybody to die." 

 

"Oh. Well I'm sorry Gertrude, but the next step is to kill the prime minister. I will do it with swift justice and all of my might. As tomorrow will be bloody. It will be fierce. It will be RIGHT."

Chapter X: In Jeopardy

 PRIME MINISTER'S BUILDING

 

BJ was halfway done, killing every guard and person armed with a weapon. He made it to the final room. The door in front of his revenge. 'This will be the day. This is the day that you will suffer, Juvencivilla. This will be candy for my eyes. I hope you burn for your sins."

 

BJ readied his pistol, and kicked the door in. He aimed at the chair sitting in the middle of the room, behind a desk with the name-plate: "BENJAMIN JUVENCIVILLA, PRIME MINISTER." 

 

But there was something missing. Not on the desk. Not on the floor. But in the chair. Nothing was in the chair. Juvencivilla was gone. And in the corner, Harold Barbeau sat there. He spun around in her chair. "WHERE'S JUVENCIVILLA?! TELL ME!"

BJ aimed his pistol at Harold's head. The hidden guards in the room stepped out, aiming at BJ. "Well well well, if it isn't Scaramouche. The terrorist who's come to kill me." 

 

"That's not the point. But it could be if you don't answer my FUCKING QUESTION!" 

BJ looked to the side, and saw a picture of Juvencivilla. He had brown hair, a royal coat, and a stern look on his face. Then BJ looked back at Harold Barbeau. "Before I tell you, take off that mask. Let me see who's come all this way to kill."

 

BJ removed his mask. Then Harold eyed him for a bit. "Heheheh... HAAHAHAHAHAHAH! ARE YOU JOKING? WHAT IS THIS? GUARDS- LOOK AT HIM!"

The guards noticed BJ's face, and started laughing. "You want Juvencivilla? I'll give you him alright, he's in that bathroom over there. Go look." BJ walked over to the bathroom, and kicked the door open. Nobody was inside. He looked around. Under the sink. In the bathtub. In the ventilation. Outside on the balcony. Nobody was there. But then he found Juvencivilla when he looked in the mirror. 

 

"...No..."

 

 He flashed back to the nurse in the hospital. She read his ID. "Okayyy... Well from your identification, BJ, you are a 38 year old male human being.."

Then the conversation with Gertrude. "No, no. I'm not from America. I was born in England, 1881." Gertrude responded with, "Same year the prime minister was born."

Then the feud at the gun store. "Alrighty then... Have a good day, now take your crap and get out 'your royal ass-ness' Jeez, that's the seventh one of you this week." 

Then finally, the bartender. And on that ID, it read in big black letters:

 

CARTER JUVENCIVILLA, BENJAMIN

 

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THIS ENTIRE GODDAMNED TIME, I WAS LOOKING FOR MYSELF." Harold started laughing again. "See? It's funny, isn't it. Now come out of that room and get on your knees." BJ exited the room, knowing his identity. But he refused to kneel.

"I said on your knees. GET ON YOUR KNEES."

 

"No. But what's about to happen is this: I'm going to go around, and kill your men. Then I'll kill you." Harold scoffed and said, "Alright, how do you suppos-"

 

"With your own sabre through your own neck."

 

Harold pulled out his sabre and stuck it into the wood of the table. "Come over here, let's see that happen." BJ teleported over to the first guard, and stabbed him through the heart, and stole his rifle. Then he fired three shots, killing three other men. Blood sprayed over Juvencivilla's portrait. Harold aimed his pistol at BJ, and fired, missing. Then he cocked his pistol back and fired again, hitting a 'human shield' BJ had in his reach. BJ threw the corpse down, grabbing a stone bust and throwing it at Harold.

BJ pulled a guard's neck through a sabre, decapitating him, and kicking the head over to Harold, landing on his desk. Then BJ arrived over to Harold.

 

"I made you a promise." BJ stabbed Harold through his hand and said, "Tell me what happened. TELL ME! WHY DID JUVENCIVILLA THROW ME OUT A  WINDOW?"

 

"Wow. Your memory is DIRT. You think you were in a fight with yourself and were threw out a window. Were you really thrown out a window, or did you fall out of one?"

 

BJ pulled Harold's sabre out of the tabletop and said, "It doesn't matter anymore." Aiming it at Harold's neck, Harold pulled something out of his pocket. A grenade. Missing the pin. Harold lightly dropped it to his right, and BEW!

 

BJ was sent flying halfway across the room, with his legs blown off. Harold's desk was in wooden shards, and the right half of his face was charred. He was impaled on a wooden shard. "I CAN'T BELIEVE... YOU FELL... FOR THE OLDEST *cough* TRICK IN THE BOOK!" 

 

BJ appeared to be dead. Then he reose both of his arms, with the sabres still in the palms of his hands. "God save the Queen." He started pulling himself towards Harold by alternating between sabres, hauling himself across the carpet.

 

"WHA- HOW THE- You're STILL ALIVE? HOW DID YOU SURVIVE THAT? No matter, I'LL KILL YOU AGAIN! YOU RAT!" Harold's pistol was far from his reach. Then he looked back at BJ. "Oh dear."

 

BJ had finally reached Harold. First, he stabbed Harold in his knee. He hauled himself onto the desk with his strength. Then he stabbed Harold in the shoulder with his own sabre. Then finally, BJ plunged Harold's sabre through Harold's neck. That was it. The deed was done. Knowing he had come all this way for no reason, he found his two legs, partially reconnected them, and healed them back onto the stumps with a spell.

 

"I guess parliament is nothing now. I destroyed every high chair member. And knowing that I'm the prime minister, I guess everyone will be looking up to me for how this nation will heal. It won't. Even though I killed everyone, I still made a difference. Now a harsh government has been eradicated, and nobody shall suffer. God save the Queen."

 

 

Chapter XI: New England

 BJ returned home, and fell on his couch. And then Victor Kroul appeared in spirit. "Congratulations. You've done the world a great favor, prime minister."

BJ squinted and stood up, aiming his sabre at Victor. "HOW THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE!" 

Victor started laughing. "There's no Victor, mate. I'm not a human, I'm just a magical figment of your imagination. Everything you did, all because I put it on you. You read the book, sure. But it was only me who gave you the spells. Many people have seen me, I have no mass. I have no emotion, except for negativity. Good job, BENJAMIN. You just killed all of parliament."

 

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" 

BJ stabbed through Victor, but Victor disappeared into thin air. 

 

Meanwhile, Connor Vixen was heading back home. He had resigned from his position, without any pay. He was pronounced dead, from the evidence found at the Queen's Burrow. He looked at his materials, then sighed. 

 

Gertrude stepped outside and saw riots on the streets. People toting torches, pitchforks, spears. Then she saw the parliament tower being blown up by Euvoskia's civilian population. "BJ, you did the right thing." 

 

BJ knew he was wanted criminal now. As he sat on his couch, he tried to predict a more well future for Euvoskia. For England. For God's country. He then casted one last spell of invincibility to age. "Fuestos-APRILLO!" And at that moment, he would stay the same age until he wanted the spell to wore off, and his mouth created a menacing grin.

 

God save our gracious Queen

Long live our noble Queen

God save the Queen

Send her victorious

Happy and glorious

Long to reign over us

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.

 

 

ENCUMBRANCE

Written by Tai Goodman.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.01.2019

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