June King
June played around with the hand computer, trying to get as much information about his target as he could. From experience, it was always good to know about a person before killing them. There was just something about it, taking a mans life. Something he didn't get at first. Well, he wouldn't even call his targets men, seeing as they were criminals who just seemed to slip through the cracks. June was no cop, but he certainly wasn't above killing foul people for money. Heck, he'd probably do it for free if the occassion was different. It was then when he though of his first time taking a life, not out of fear or anger, but just because.
It just so happened that a few years back, June wasn't the type of person to eat, sleep, or move from one area to the next without being forced to. Who could blame him? He had lost everything and life was crashing down hard and fast. Too much for one man to bare. On top of that, he was imprisoned for defending himself and charged with two different murders. Though, for the family names sake, they were able to change the names of the people who he had supposedly slaughtered, though it made no difference. It was all a bunch of conspiracy. Lies and enough fake evidence to frame the most innocent of men. Unluckily for June, he wasn't even close to being innocent, but he still didn't believe he should have gotten charged with the crime. Not that it mattered now that all was said and done, but for sixteen year old June, it was the end of his current life and the start of his new one, even if he didn't know it yet.
Javier Cortez. It wasn't the easiest name to remember, but it's one June could never forget. His first cell mate, a man who seemed to enjoy the finer things out of life, even going so far as to find a light in the darkness of incarceration. He was always smiling for some reason, which pissed June off a lot. Though, the younger him didn't do anything about since it wasn't worth it. However, when the man would ramble on and on about his family and how he would see them again when he got out, June would just simply glare at him, only to be ignored by laughter and more talking. Yes, the man was very peculiar indeed. He'd even go as far as to staying up with June when the boy didn't want to sleep, calling himself a provider of company and soon June became accustomed to this. The boy even found himself awaiting for the man to come back to the cell so that he could tell a story or something that would block out the silence. Truth be told, the man was the closest thing June had to call entertainment. A human radio.
One night, June had to walk himself from the psych ward back to his cell. That was the only place he would walk from, seeing as he hated it more than anything else the prison had to offer him. Sadly, the worst case scenario happened and the boy was cornered by three men, two of them twice his size and the last one small and lanky. Apparently, they didn't like his name very much, or the crimes he was charged with. Said that he and his family were nothing, but scum. It wasn't his fault though. How could June possibly be responsible for what his family does, he hasn't even seen most of them. The only person from his extended side he had seen was his two cousins and his grandfather and two of those people just happened to be dead at the time.
The men didn't seem to care. They were just looking for an unsuspecting person to beat on, it could have been Jesus himself and they wouldn't care. Animals, all of them were. Of course it also didn't help that June hadn't spoken a word since they stepped into his presence which seemed to infuriate one of them to the point of punching him, knocking him to the floor in the process. The beating became so intense that, before he knew it, his eye was busted and his nose was bleeding. He would have defended himself, though the fact that his life was basically over anyway caused him to just let them hit on him. He really wanted to die.
That was when Cortez came. His moves were so shocking. Never before had June seen anyone fight that way, or move that way. Cortez ended up killing the two men in the process, though with fast and precise movements. It was then that he went to June and looked the boy straight in his eyes. While June looked in his, he could see something that wasn't Sapien or Neco. Something that wasn't even human, but on a whole different scale. A full fledged warrior. One who, like him, was born to die in this world of hate and suffering. It was from then on that the boy began to become a man. Never again, did he just through his life away. Never again did he spare his enemies.
"Sir....Sir."
June was startled by the sudden words of the waitor returning with his food. "Yeah," he said slowly, "thanks for the food."
"You're very welcome sir."
As the man walked away to a different table, he saw a person at the other table, who was dressed in a strange manor. Strange for this city at least. His glance was relaxed, but still showed some signs of a glare. He tried to analyze why a person would come to a city like this dressed like that. Of course he had only one answer in mind, right or wrong. It was apparent to him that this person was also a hunter of some sort. Maybe hunting the man he was going after or June himself. Either way, June couldn't let a person take his prize.
As the waiter went to him and asked for his money, June paid for his plate and also the mysterious persons, just so they wouldn't leave yet. The waiter looked at the man curiously, but in the end he managed to smile and take the money. June looked over to the strange person. He stared hard enough to get the persons attention. Basically, he stayed staring until they lifted their head. Once they did, June walked over to the persons table, which was actually next to his. Casually sitting down, he took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. With all the money he had just given the waitor, it was unlikely for him to bother him just for a simple smoke.
"So. What is a person like you doing in a city like this?" His question was odd, but most of the time, if he asked a random stranger that question, he'd get his answer. If it was nothing, he'd just simply walked away, not saying another word. Though, most of the time, when a person looked this much like a hunter, they usually were. The only thing to find out after that, was how far to go in order to get them off your case.