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June King

"The cycle of life continues. Even after death."

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a character in “Remorseless Evolution”, as played by Damioa

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June King



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❝The type of people who kill for the sake of killing. Destroy families just for the hell of it. Those are the type of people who need to die.❞

Born to die | Lana Del Ray



▐ The basics▐



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★Name★
June King

☀Age☀
22

♀Gender♂
Male

♥Sexuality and relationship status♥
Heterosexual and Divorced

∞Race∞
Homosapien

☁Personality☁
June is quiet and more of a "don't speak, unless spoken to" type of person. This makes him come off as antisocial and hard to get along with. In his mind he doesn't care what anyone thinks of him since most of the people whose opinions have mattered to him have died. Being in the sight of many of his dieing loved ones, death isn't really all to much of a big deal to the man. In fact, he wishes day in and out that someone can come along to take his from him. Though, until that happens the man will keep on walking the earth searching for his own answers.

June has a thing for animals, which is quite surprising to most people. Of course most of his favorite animals come off as dangerous to most. For example, tigers, lions, and wolves.

One major quality about him, is that he always works hard on whatever he does, whether its hunting someone down, or transporting a small object to someone. He is also known as the type of person who will do anything for money, though, to this day it has yet to be determined if anything really means anything. Though most people will tell you he is notorious for his use of a gun and he rarely pulls them out without intent to fire. More than anything, it seems he doesn't outwardly try to get to know people either. He is definitely a hard nut to crack too, seeing as some have tried. You know, just the annoying friendly types. If that's not a good enough example, lets just say that even those who think they're close to him don't get the pillow talk they were quite hoping for. Though, to children, he seems to show a little more of his kinder side. In no ways is he a bad person. Most would tell you this. As for him, he could care less if he seemed like a good person or a bad person. At this time, that wasn't the main objective. Even though there is a main priority in his life, no one knows what it is. Though maybe, just maybe, he'll come out of his box and tell someone someday.




▐ Aesthetics▐



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♞Body build♞
Toned, but not really muscular. Lean, but not considered small. June stands at about 5'11 bordering on to 6 feet. His body is painted with scars from his face down to his feet. His skin is tan and his hair, usually worn down, is an un-brushed black fluff.

☪Face description☪
Aside from the constant glare that seems to have stuck itself on his face, his eyes are narrowed and his eyebrows are thin. He has a couple scars on his face, one that is very noticeable and also one he doesn't like talking about. Aside from that scar, his skin is smooth, meaning that he keeps himself well maintained. His eyes are red do from his mixed heritage. Though it should be noted that this is a doctors opinion. It has never been proven why he has red eyes.

☭clothing/armor/markings/extras☭
Even though one can tell he's been through a lot of ordeals and would expect him to wear armor, he doesn't. Instead he wears a simple business shirt, tie and pants. If anything would be considered armor, it would be his steel toed boots. Though he doesn't use the boots for protection, more because they're comfortable, they have saved his toes from being cut about a dozen times. The first thing people who don't know him notice are his scars. Some from burns, others from cuts, and the rest from bullets. As for jewelry he doesn't wear any, except for the pair of hawk feathers that he has tied to his hair.

▲Pets/none weaponry devices▲
People have seen him with two different animals on more than one occasion. One being a wolf and another being a bird. On single occasions he was once seen feeding a bear, sleeping with a lion, and yelling at a tiger. Though these were mere rumors.



▐ Skills and flaws▐



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✘ Weapons ✘
His only weapons are his fist, his boots, and his two enhanced guns. Guns that usually roll in for a high price that shoot not only normal bullets, but charged energy shots as well.

/Defense\
His only defense, if you'd even call it a good one, is his instinct and quick reflexes.

☠Skills and techniques ☠
June is highly skilled with his guns. Wasting bullets have never been a problem to him. He is also quite skilled in hand to hand combat and can take a pretty bad beating.

✂Flaws✂
A major flaw to note that June has is that he goes into things without thinking. If the favor sounds good, if the money looks good, and if a situation looks dangerous, June usually signs the dotted line without thinking. Maybe this is because of his lack of care for his own life, but whatever it is, it gets him into a lot of sticky situations and probably will continue to do so. Another flaw of his is that he cast himself free of fear. The main fear that he cast away was death, and even he knows that those don't feel death, often meet it sooner than those who do.



▐ The past and present▐



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♚Basic history♚
"I'll always love you. No matter what your past was like."
"Just like my name, I want to be king of the new world."
"Well cousin. One of us has to die here, and since I came here with the intent to kill you, you seem like the perfect match for the situation."
"This boy isn't a boy anymore. We shouldn't even consider him human."
"In the end, what's done is done. All we can do is give him treatment and hope all is well. By law, he is still a living being. Considering his age. Ladies and gentlemen of the court.... I ask you. Would you want a mere child to suffer life in jail."
"If it weren't for the laws kid, you'd be facing far worse than the death penalty. I'm surprised you're even able to get out."
"You don't seem like a bad person to me."

"...... I'm not a kid anymore."

"And these are the quotes that I hold most dear in my life. As well as the words that I wish were never spoken. All of them."

June King. A royal of sorts. A murderer in his own right. A lost child. A vengeful spirit. The lover of the dead flower. Lots of things could be said about him. However, it should be noted that anything said about him, is true. Anything.

Part one: The false King
It was the day he was born. As glorious as it was. The doctors looked upon him as a becon of hope for humanity. Finally, from a long line of homosapians, came a new twist inside of his heritage. Though, almost as if God was playing a trick on his mother, the secondary blood test came back in a negative round. He wasn't a homoneco at all. Just another run of the mill person. Pushed off as a miscalculation. His mother, and probably most of all, his father, were saddened. However, just as the he loved her, a human who would have been otherwise be labeled at lesser value than him, he loved his child. Though it only meant more words of hate and distaste from his own family. It was not only bad enough that he, a homoneco, would love a homsapian, but he had a child that was not a homoneco. For his mother, going back to when she was first preganant with the boy, she wished that he would have the same blood as his father. That nature would probably give him the same status, just for the sake of regaining her husbands family ties. Though, to her dismay, her son was just a lesser human. Still, she loved him.

So it was. They had left their home and city all together to escape the hate and forked nature of his family. They wouldn't give them the chance to cast judgement upon the child before he had a chance to talk for himself. However, no matter how far they went, they couldn't escape the families eyes. Being one of the most wealthiest families they had the connections to track them down and dragged her husband back many of times to do the tasks that, as his brother put it, were his birthright, no matter what type of "company" he kept. That's all they saw Monday and June as. Company. This of course was all before the war had started.

Still, during the times of peace, Junes father, Jewlin, would be visited by his brother to do things that June himself would never figure out. His father claimed it was just putting up appearances, but the more he left, the longer the time was before he returned. He had heard his mother whisper one time that his family were just trying to seperate him from his family. From them. Though the boy never minded any attention to that. He had his cousin, a boy that, to the dismay of his own father, had befriended him. He had even snuck out of his home territory, just to visit him and play with him. While on his visits, he taught June many things. None of it could be found in any book, but the young man, who had currently been a teen had so many views on life. Far past anything the kids or teens in his neihborhood knew. He had wanted to bring back the kings name in a form where he would actually be king. He always said that he'd be king of the new world. Not that June, who was around seven at the time, could actually comprihend the meaning of the words his older cousin spoke. It all seemed like something out of a fairy tale. Though soon, once the war started, and Kriste, his cousin had come to him once more. He finally told him. June was nothing more than a homosapian. A human that lived in a world past his time. Most of all, he was his cousin and he loved him. He loved him and Deci, his youngest cousin. As Kriste put it, the three of them were the next in the lineage of the king family. Not only that, but all three of them would be the kings of the new world. Not only him. It was sudden, but for the eight year old boy, and his six year old counterpart, the sixteen year old young man was speaking the truth. Nothing he said could possibly be a lie.

Around that time, his father had gone somewhere and hadn't come back for a few months. His mother was acting as if everything was posing danger to the boy, even threatened his elder cousin not to come back to their house. Though, as if the boy had farther and greater insight than she had, Kriste was able to convince her to give up June and place him and his care. The last thing June remembered seeing of his mother, was the tears that had trickled down her face as she watched him leave. They left his small house in the countryside, headed into the city. A place where Kriste had told him to never speak to anyone unless spoken to and always stay near him. They lived life like that for a while. Stuck inside of a city appartment. Men knocking on doors for security checks. Deci seemed to have a better grasp on the situation than June had. He would just stare at the men, imotional and nod his head at their questions, while June hid inside of his room. Though of course, the men never reached him. Kriste and Deci were both enough to get the men to walk away. They were able to show the men that they weren't the "people" they were looking for.

While Kriste wasn't staring at the window, waiting for "that something" to happen, he would gather both June and Deci together in the furnitureless living room and teach them ways to defend themselves. Whether it be with a knife, or with a gun. Deci had picked up much faster than June, but it seemed like June had gotten more out of it somehow. It could have been because he was older, but even his older cousin was surprised at the abilities he had recieved. At late nights he would take them to shoot cans in the outskirts of the city, always making sure to get them back inside before daybreak. The young man worked as hard as humanly possible to keep both boys safe. Though it seemed, even though he was safe at the door because of his genes. The dogs who would knock at their door had stomachs that weren't full by appettizers. Their eyes weren't satisfied anymore by looking. They had needed proof. Word had gotten out that more than two people lived in the apartment. Thus, they were going to look for the third. That is when everything started going downhill in Junes life.

It happened so fast. One moment, men were breaking through the doors. The next, gunshots were fired and two uniformed men were dead inside of their sanctuary. Kriste had given Deci the gun that was currently in his hand and opened the door to the room June was inside of, handing the boy another fire arm and yelling for both of them to follow him. They proceeded to run out of the building and straight toward the underground, a place that was full of people. People more like June than anyone else. It happened to also be a demilitarized area, full of crime and the most discusting acts of humanity one could ever see and even though he had wanted not to go this direct route, Kriste had ran out of options. Together, the three of them slept nights on the street, begging from no one, but stealing from a few here and there, just to survive. It wasn't anywhere close to living the life of a king. A life that Kriste had first promised. This the boy knew, but it was the life that allowed them to live.

Many questions came up in Junes mind. Why were they running from the start? Why did they need to learn how to fight? Why weren't they allowed out during the day? What was it? What was it that they were running from? Most of all, what had happened to his mom? Those questions were answered one night while Deci was sleeping, nothing but an old set of box scraps covering the boys for warmth.

"June. I couldn't tell you before, but you're getting older now. I suppose this is as good as time as any," Kriste said, looking up at the sky, which through the darkness of the ally was showing the stars in the clear sky.

"For what, Kriste?" June had looked at his older cousin, but it seemed he was avoiding eye contact with him.

"The reason we had to leave the countryside. The reason we had to leave the appartment."

It was then that Kriste explained to him the kind of position that he was in. June had been unfortunate to be a homosapian. Someone who, during the start of the war, was looked down upon as nothing more than a dog. In their area, it seemed they were also being exiled. This place seemed no different. Even though there were still people like him living around in the slums of the city. They were slowly being taken away and shipped out. June also had one other exception about him.

"Our grandfather, High March King, is head of the armed forces at the moment. Your father was supposed to take his place, but.... but.... It seems that even his own son wasn't able to escape the wrath of the war. Your dad tried to stop the order, mostly for you and your mum, but grandad was having none of it. My father also ended up siding with your father. In turn, they both were murdered in their sleep. Though they told me it was due to an illness that they both had. Hehe. They really expected me to believe that kettle full of shit."

Though he was laughing, there were hints of sadness in his tone. "You know maybe they weren't murdered by one of our own. I'd like to believe that myself. However, once the order was cast to kill you, I... I just couldn't let you or Deci live through that. Your mom agreed too. Leaving herself behind, she let me take you and Deci with me here. Though I was naive to think that we could ever find a way out. Believe me I tried."

"K-Kriste? What are you saying?"

His cousin turned to him and grabbed his head pulling him closer. "This might be the end of the line for us as well, you and me. Deci should be fine, but, I at least wanted you to survive as well. I had never cared for myself through this whole mess. You hear it don't you?"

June could here the soft beating inside his cousins chest.

"Your heartbeat?"

"Yeah. We all have a heart that beats to the same tune at least one time in our life. This heart keeps us all moving. We all bleed the same blood June. Remember that. Don't let anyone tell you different, 'kay?"

"Yeah. . . Okay. . ."

June spent that night crying in his cousins arms. The tender age of nine, the boy was growing up faster than he should have.

It wasn't long before one of those cold dark nights were interupted by the lights of the ones they were running from. They didn't even seem light military men, but instead they looked as if they were a private force. They came with their guns at the boys faces and yelled out muffled words that June couldn't remember. Deci tried to strike first, drawing his hidden gun, but the men had subdued him in a minimal amount of time. They tried to grab June as well, but Kriste had came in front of them. Together, the two watched as he faught to the best of his ability against them, but the lack of food and energy seemed to get the best of him. They gave no remorse to him at all and beat him as if he were not a human at all. He yelled, not out in pain, but for June to run. He said that Deci would be okay, but he had to run.

June looked at Deci who was looking in horror at Kriste and then back at him. Though his expression changed from horror to hatred. As he ran the oppisite direction, he could hear the boy yelling our his name.

"JUNE!!! DAMNIT JUNE!!! COME BACK HERE!!!"

It rang in his head as he ran. It continued as he continued to run over and over again. He ran until he had no energy left to keep on running. Until he ran out of nerve. Turning around he had decided that he didn't want to leave. Not if that meant losing the people he really cared about. So the boy ran back. Though, by the time he got back, everyone was already gone. Everyone except for the body of his elder cousin, Kriste.

"Kriste..... Kriste are you.... Wake up.... I'm sorry for leaving. I'm sorry!!!! Wake up!!!" He yelled and shook his body hoping that he would open his eyes.

Slowly opening his eyes, Kriste looked past the red that blurred his vision. He looked over to the person who was shaking him. "J-June. You have to be the one. Be the one in my place to take Deci and with him.... Make yourselves true kings.... Of.. The new....."

He wasn't able to finish his sentence though. His life had already left his body and June was left to cry over his passing. However, he didn't have long. It seemed a few men were waiting for him to return. They tried to knock him out, but as soon as he hit the ground and everything went dark, something happened. Something that would impact his life forever. When he opened his eyes he was surrounded by blood and the dead bodies of not only his cousin, but the two men who stayed behind for him.

It was apparent to him what he had done. He not only had gotten his cousin killed, but also killed the two men. Worst off, he didn't even remember doing, but he knew, deep down that he was the one to have done it. Once again, he ran. This time, instead of turning back he ran outside of the city borders. Outside all the way back to the baron areas of the grasslands. He ran for years, running away not only from his past, but also himself. Kriste was wrong. He decided that the same heart that ran inside of Kriste did not live inside of him. They weren't alike at all. After awhile, he couldn't even feel his heart beating anymore, and soon, he even forgot what the sensation of a heartbeat felt like.


♛History with the war including thoughts♛
Part: 2 : Lost in the dreaded ocean

It had been years since he had even spoken more than a word to someone. Why would he, thinking that he was a monster. He had slowly come to realize, that it was his fault his father had to die. It was also his fault that his cousin died, and for all he knewm, it was also his fault if his mom was dead.

Sure, he had made it back to his old house eventually, but the sight of the place was in shambles. Every picture and every ornament was thrown on the ground and the blood marks on the walls implied that there was a fight of some kind there. Though he found a lot of things that he wish he hadn't there, the one thing he was looking for hadn't shown itself. His house was in shambles and it seemed like his mom was nowhere in sight. He had spent a few months in that wrecked island, but soon he decided to move on, traveling in no apparant direction and searching for nothing anymore. Just moving with the world in what seemed to be one big circle.

Along the way is where he met another traveling person. To this day he can still remember her name. Maya. She was as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside. Her voice was that of an angel to him, even though it might have been a normal girls voice to anyone else. Though he remembers she was kind of rowdy with him the first time they met.

"Hey. Hey why are you following me?"

He looked over to her, having barely noticing they were walking the same way. Though, having not talked to anyone in a long while he didn't know how to respond. So in turn he didn't say anything and continued walking the long stretch of road.

"Hey. Hey you. I know you heard me." She stopped and he continued to walk. "Oh. I guess you're just going along the road like me huh? That's cool. I don't mind having some company."

Thus they walked for hours until nightfall where it seemed that she was getting tired. She let loose a long yawn and stopped walking, watching him as he continued on walking.

"Uhmmm.... You know. It's getting dark."

The unusual words caused him to stop in his tracks.

"You haven't ate anything at all since I met you this morning. Are you gonna be alright to keep walking?"

He didn't answer, but looked back at her, turning his head and moving his pupils to the corner of his eyes.

"I have some sandwhiches if you want one. I kinda don't want to stay out here alone just to eat you know. I here this area is bad around this time."

He turned his whole body around and looked at her with his tired eyes that seemed devoid of happiness. "How do you know that I'm not the reason this area is bad?"

Her answer almost brought tears to his eyes. "You don't seem like a bad person to me."

Years of thinking of himself as a bad person. Years of thinking he was the cause of everyones pain. It seemed that until that moment, no one had ever told him he was anything else. No one besides his late cousin.

It was weird to say the least. He stayed with her that night, eating with her and even watching over her as she slept, which seemed to start their relationship. they traveled the road together, in search of what seemed like nothing in particular. They traveled for two years and soon he even fell in love with her. From the ages of fourteen to sixteen, this girl became the angel who delivered him from his death. Saved him from the dreaded ocean of sorrow he was drowning himself in. Though, it was long, it was also short lived.

Part 3: Old demons that never go away.

They had found a city to live in. It wasn't a major one, but it was big enough for them. They both worked to keep up with their home's bills and were pretty happy. In the time that she had known him, he told her of the events of his past. In turn she said, "I'll always love you. No matter what your past was like."
In turn, he took care of her the best he could. Even changing his attitude to a more happier one before he had made the full transition. At the end of it all, it was probably because of that, that he was able to turn into a happier person. That he was able to become a better person than he thought he could be.

He was coming home from a hard day of work at the fish yard, a place where they processed fish for other cities in the countryside. Usually, she was waiting outside for him so they could go out to eat somewhere, but this night was different. He noticed she wasn't there. He passed it off as her running late, or needing to go inside of the house for her own reasons.

Just as he was about to open the door to check if she was inside, he felt a pressence around him. Turning back towards the entryway he saw somehting that he was only expecting to be a ghost.

"It's been a long time. Cousin."

In front of him stood an older, even taller than himself version of Deci. It was Deci, his cousin who he hadn't seen for over six years. Not since that fateful day that changed his life.

"Deci?" He asked just to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

"Oh. So you do remember me? Hehe. I'm flattered that the dog of our family remembers me."

The words coming from the boys mouth had made it seem like it wasn't quite the happy reunion it seemed to be. The dumbfounded look on June's face became serious and cautious. He immediately ran into his house to see a horrible sight. One that was followed by the ominous sound of his cousins laughter.

"Hehehe.Hahahaha. You probably are wondering what had happened here. Can you believe the woman? She said that you were her husband of all things, and guess what she said when I told her that a man who abandons his family and kills his older cousin; one who put his own life on the line for his sake, couldn't possibly be the man she loved? Guess."

June was speechless. All of the scenes of that day. The scenes of his old house. The scene in front of him at the moment. It was all to much to wrap his head around.

"She said I was wrong. Can you believe that. A dog like her told me that I was wrong. So you can guess what I had to do."

It may have been from the tears, or from the anger, but June's vision had become blurred. He could only move his body to face his cousin.

"I did what any human does to a dog when it goes blind. I put her down."

June charged at Deci in a blind rage, not knowing what he would do once he reached him. As if he was expecting it, Deci side stepped him, letting him trip on the floor. Leaving him to cry on the ground, which made him sneer at the sight.

"I don't get it. Where was all this when Kriste was being beaten in front of us, huh? Where was all this anger and ruthless passion when I was being taken away? Pfft. Well no matter. It wasn't like I was tortured or anything. No. I was actually reunited with the rest of our family. It seems, I was kept in the dark about you. You were nothing but a dog from the start and your father was a great man, who seemed to fall for an animal just like you. Though I'm supposed to bring you back alive. It seems, that even though you're an animal, you have some humanity in you. Some sort of genetic quirk that the old man cares about. Yeah right!!! Like I would bring you back to that old shit. Not after he crafted me this way. Not after I spent the majority of my life hating everything you are. No. You see. One of us will die here. Sorry to say, but by the looks of it, you seem to be the name on the reapers list."

Deci presumed to kick at his cousin until June fought back at him. He was almost on even ground with the boy. Maybe he even would have beaten him if it wasn't for Deci's personal men shooting him once the fight got too heated. Though it seemed, through the anger, he couldn't be stopped They fought unto the dark of the night going back in forth with their attacks in a bloody fury.

"I can't loose to you June. I am cut from a higher cloth. I am evolved and you... you'r primitive."

Halfway through the fight, June had regained his consiousness, though he continued trading blows with his cousin. He even tried to reason with him multiple time, but the boy wanted nothing of it. He was so hell bent of killing him that he called off his men, wanting to do the deed himself. It was truly a horrific scene. However, when the two had picked up their firearms and decided to get serious, Deci wasn't able to fire. Though June... he pulled the trigger almost without thinking. As Deci crumbled to the ground from the fatal shot that he could have easily dodged if anything, June ran to him, wandering why he would go so far just to die in the end.

"What the hell? Why do all this just to let me kill you in the end?" The screams in the rain could be heard from the neihborhood to the next one, cities over.

"Hehe. Why should I have to be the one to live with losing both of the cousins I loved..... When I could... I could just have you live with it. You see. Even for people like me, the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows. I never wanted to live during a time of war. I wanted to live as a king of the new world, like Kriste had once wanted. Though because of you.... Because of you and that old man that is our grandfather. I have to live one of Sovereinty in a world where even I am nothing more than a pebble. I don't know about bringing forth a new era. No. Not in your case. However,.... I do know, that if you and I... We .... From the start.... Were born just to die. To die in this world of hate. I don't want it anymore. No more."

Deci then took his own gun and shot himself and June could only watch as his cousins bloody corpse was covered by his men. Watch and be dragged away by those men. His body was limp and he was done. Done running and done fighting.

Finale: The man you are allowed to become.

"In the end, what's done is done. All we can do is give him treatment and hope all is well. By law, he is still a living being. Considering his age. Ladies and gentlemen of the court.... I ask you. Would you want a mere child to suffer life in jail."
"If it weren't for the laws kid, you'd be facing far worse than the death penalty. I'm surprised you're even able to get out."

These were both words of his representative in court. His grandfather had hired the man to keep him alive for whatever reason. Both the murders of his cousin Kriste and his cousin Deci were pinned onto him and he was to spend the rest of his childhood years in a correctional facility. One where he would be operated and tested on to see what was it about him that made him so close to a homoneco even though he was a homosapian. In the end it came to be that he wasn't even human. He had met the man once. The old frail man who had run out of heirs to his umpire. He told him of what had happened to his father, who had run off with his mother and killed by soldiers who supported the hate towards "his kind". He told him that he wished that he could have proved the test wrong. That he was more of a neco than a sapian. Though, because he only proved to be a failed mix of both, he was no more than a dog to him.

Those words caused a deep hate to swell inside of him. He had hated the man and anyone connected to his family. He had hated those who looked down on people, just because their genes were a little different. Though, most of all, he spent the next six years hating himself. Now, that the years of running seemed over. Now, that the years of pain and confinement were over. He was just shoved off into the world.

With his first steps out of confinement taken, he was nothing but a broken, scarred version of what he used to be. Though, he was also a new stature. One of hate and vengence. Would this current world accept him? He didn't care. He only cared about one thing. As long as he got it, he'd be okay. Okay with dying. Though, not until that goal is finally reached will he allow himself to die.


As for thoughts on the war, of course he hates it in general. Doesn't matter which human is fighting for what reason. The war in itself is a major part in the troubles of his life. As so, he hates the idea of the war and its supporters, but because of his own goals, he isn't considering himself the one that'll end it. Instead he works with it, adapting this time of war into his current lifestyle.


♫Events to note so far in the RP♫
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June is a Gemini.


So begins...

June King's Story

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Character Portrait: June King

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June King


When the morning came, so did the sun, seeping through the blinds like a warm lazer that rubbed itself on the forehead of June's skin. It was the only comforting thing he would let touch him in the morning and it wasn't something he was actually a fan of. Though, it was better than the cold air of his cell that he went to sleep and awoke to over the past six years. Since that time he had his share of warm mornings and to put it in a brief definition, he would call waking up in such a manner true hell. For only a demon would give you such a warm morning inside a world where reality was a bitter chill. He opened his eyes after he turned away from the light just so he wouldn't have it be the first thing he saw and rubbed the blur off of his eyes with his rough hands.

Sitting up, he looked around the white rented room and let loose a sigh, one of relief at the fact that he was lucky enough this time to wake up alone. This gave him satisfaction as it gave him confirmation that he could sleep in if he wanted or turned on the television and veg out all day. Though, it wasn't really like he was the type of person to do something like that, for it would be a waste of his time, but he liked having the freedom to do so if he wanted. He truly hated waking up to another person in his presence. Sure it would be his fault for it was he who decided to drink an overly large amount of the devil's juice to trance out the bad thoughts he had scrambling in his head when times were too quiet. It was by his own will that he would loose his will and court an unsuspecting person, just to use them for whatever reason and then leave them in the morning. Though it seemed that this morning he woke with the satisfaction of not only picking a suitable place to lay his head, but also choosing to lay his head there alone. In his time of sobriety, he truly did like being on his own. The sensation would only last for but a few hours if he didn't find something better to do with his time.

So, what did he do? He left the high priced hotel and took to the streets of the current city he was taking refuge in. It was a pretty nice looking area, people had their smiling faces and all looked peaceful. The whole smell of it was to die for, literally. He hated seeing people smile and live their calm and boring lives. It almost made him want to pull out the guns he had stuffed in the back of his trousers and fire at random areas. However, upon thinking those thoughts he realized that it would be completely out of his character. Yes, the people can smile all day and night for all he cared. They could be completely unaware of the world he was a aware of. Let them enjoy their time of peace and the faces of their families, for like all things, it would be inevitable that one day they would be torn forcefully apart from them. Oh how he pitied them. For they were blind to what really went on around them. Outside of their protected world was a world of murder, sadness and cruelty. A world that he knew too well.

It was at this point in time that he thought about the people he met while in incarceration. The people who, like him, lived in the world of sorrow, but unlike him, dwelled in it on purpose. How long until he became like them. No, the man didn't look it, for he was scared by the world of darkness, but he was still young. Still considered innocent, as he remembers being called by the others who were around him. If he, who was already thinking the way he was, was only an innocent in that world, then what were those men who called him so? What were going through their minds? It had always sent chills up his spine thinking about them and comparing himself to them, but what etched his spine even more were the people who lived in this white world. The people who go to sleep thinking that what happens to a lot of people in the world will never happen to them. It was all so much to think about. Too much. He wanted a drink already and it was barely noon. At times like these, he would take out a stick of tobacco and suck hard upon it like it was fuel for his very soul.

"Ex-excuse me sir."

June looked up at the man with his hate filled eyes, not even noticing he was giving the man a death glare. The two stared at each other, June with cigarette in hand and the man with his pen and paper. The man looked as if he was expecting June to say something, but instead the man took a drag of his tainted air and blew it slowly from his mouth.

"Um... Yes, well, this is a non smoking restaurant. I'm sorry to say, but I'm going to have to ask you to step outside or put it out. If you will sir."

June took one more drag before fondling the small piece of burning paper in his hands and crushing it in his palm. The waiter gave a slight bow and smiled. "Thank you very kindly sir. Now, what may I do for you today?"

June sighed at how the man was treating him. As if he was royalty. He who, in his mind, looked like bum who had been struggling to make ends meet. He truly wondered how people thought of him. "Tell me," he said in a low, but at the same time, soft voice. "What am I?"

"Excuse me sir?"

"What do you think I am?"

The waiter tilted his head, giving the expression of fear and confusion. "I'm not sure what you mean sir."

"Sapien or Neco? It's quite simple. What am I?"

The man in front of June looked like one of those types who worked for a living, struggling with bills and mostly worked for tips. He probably had kids who went to school and, if they went to school in this city, he had to come up with extra cash just so they could ride the damn school bus. This man was indeed a Neco, as were most of the people in this retched area, but June wanted to know just what went through the mans mind as he spoke to him.

"I'm not sure what you're getting at sir, but if I had to guess, based on your eye color and the way you carry yourself, I'd say you were a Neco. Not to mention Sapiens don't seem like the type of people who can just eat here at this time of day. Work hours and such."

"I see. Hmph." June rested his hand on his chin. "I'd like the breakfast special, not hot, but not cold either. I'll be paying double for my meal."

"Oh yes sir. Thank you kindly."

Even though the mans observation was wrong, he did have a point. His point shattered June's observation of him which was to say that two Homosapiens were just speaking to one another. Though, June didn't have to work his but off at a restaurant where they made you call everyone sir at a respectful manner. No, his job was more wretched than that, though it had to be done. Taking out a small handheld device that resembled a touch phone he turned it on skimming through all the words on what seemed to be a list of some kind. One name caught his eyes. Eiser Talison. The name was one that he had heard before, years ago when he was in confinement. This man was one who enjoyed eating, not at restaurants, but at his own dinner table. Though the food on the menu wasn't what you would find at a restaurant anyway. He enjoyed eating what some would call, trash, and what others would call kin. None other than the countries most notorious cannibal. He had met him in person once. The man looked to be just an average male of middle age. Though, everyone looks that way at least once in their life. Just a wolf in sheep's clothing. Seems had just enough enemies to get a bounty on his head. One June hoped to collect in the nearby future. Though if it meant getting out of this bright city, he'd do it for free. Sure he could just ignore the job all together, but this was something that had to be done. After all, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing he let some sick wolf feast on the sheep. Though, it was distasteful to do so, he had to kill off the demons so that the happy smiling souls that filled this city could keep on smiling.

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After a long while that seemed like a pleasant short amount of time to Akira, she pulled her body up off the ground before saying her farewells to Asher. Once again the dark haired woman kicked her boots at the ground while speaking, as though having a awkward conversation with a crush that you had not seen in a few weeks. Her usual cocky grin fell into something a little more soft as she spoke to the engraved oak tree. "See you later handsome." With that she turned on heel before heading her way out towards the city, dipping a hand into her back to feel for the small amount of money in the bottom.

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As she entered the city she pulled up the hood of her clothing up over her hair to hide her face. She knew that this city was a secret place wear many Necos and Sapiens lived in harmony, just as her old village had done in the past but it was still very clear who was the dominant race here. It was kind of odd to see a woman walk down this narrow streets, lean legs and chest area bared suggestively yet her identity hidden. It was clear that someone with a knowing eye could still work out she was nutrient, but mostly she did this to try and keep herself out of trouble and to avoid eye contact with any untrustworthy Necos.

Restaurants and bars seemed to be the main bring in of money here, yet there were still a few shops here and there that sold essentials. Akira slipped in and out of the store as quickly as possible, buying a few more nutriant pills and energy bars that looked a little more tasty than the usual medication. She also decided to take home a precious little thing called a Rena flower, that was blue in colour and also very beautiful. It sat proudly in a small plant pot, the roots sticking out of the bottom as though it itched to spread and grow. She had bought it with the idea of planting it around Ashers grave, but was now questioning if he would in fact admire a simple flower.

With the remaining change in her bag she decided that treating herself would not be so much of a bad idea and so found herself stumbling into a restaurant and pub cross that smelt strongly of good food and alcohol. Tucking the plant pot under her feet she took a seat at a table where the least people occupied apart from a male with a similar shade of hair to her own patted his fingers along some device with a intense expression. Akira observed him some more, eyes sharply narrowing as she seemed to soak up his appreance. Something about him bothered her more than it should have done in a area like this. Sapien or Neco? The woman could not quite put a finger on his race.

"How may I help you Miss?" The waiter questioned, causing Akira to clumsily stumble out of her rather rude glaring and fall back into reality. "O..oh! Um sorry! Just a glass of red wine please. Thank you sunshine." She told him, voice polite yet lazy and seductive. As she drummed her fingernails upon the table waiting for her drink, her thoughts flickered back and forth from the blue Rena flower and the man sat to the table to the right of her.

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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.

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Akira continued to tap her fingernails upon the wooden table, creating a new rhythm every could of seconds. A few people would find this immensely annoying but it was just something Akira did so self consciously that half the time she did not notice she was even doing it. Her eyes were fixed upon the Kena plant between her feet and her mind deciding whether or not it was a good enough present for Asher. Call it a killers instinct but she suddenly had the feeling of being watched, surrounding her in a new feeling of paranoia. Her eyes lifted to meet with the dark haired man to the right of her who had managed to be interesting enough to catch her attention before. She broke the gaze and turned away, a smirk lifting on her lips though she thought he simply accidentally turned his eye her way.

"Here is your drink Miss." The waiter said as he gently placed the glass before her. She smiled politely, clearly very eager to taste the red poison. "Thank you kindly." She praised, reaching for her bag to pay but the man strangely waved his hands to decline the offering. Akira let her mind quickly work out the situation before taking a big generous sip of the wine. When she put down the glass the dark haired stranger had seated himself across from her, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Very bold aren't we? You know you are meant to ask the lady before you pay for her drink..." Akira purred seductively, a amused grin growing on her lips.

"So. What is a person like you doing in a city like this?"

Akira sat her chin upon the palm of her hand, pupils wide and curious. "I am just collecting some supplies. What about you my friend? Do you come here often?" The raven haired Sapien observed him once again, experienced eyes flickering across the flesh on his face. A few scars littered jaw line but there was one very noticable upon his cheek. Her eyes seemed to narrow; the Neco races skin healed much faster than Sapien flesh, normally reducing the scar. She was now asuming that he was either a Sapien or a Neco that had been injured somewhat recently and was still healing up. Still she needed to be certain of his breed, because if the stranger was in fact Neco, she would be asking a lot of questions where the answers could either save or end his life.

She let out a small sigh of dissaproval at her inabilty to identify him, it was something that was bothering her more than usual. Akira reached into the bottom of her bag and pulled out a few coins before pushing them over to the otherside of the table with her fingers. "Here. You don't have to pay for me handsome." She told him before taking another sip of her drink, though savouring the taste a little more this time.

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June's eyes opened a little from their usually cracked form. He couldn't make it out from his table, but now that he was up close, even getting the chance to hear her voice, he was able to make out that the person sitting in front of him was a female. He didn't like dealing with women so early in the day and, if she happened to be a hunter, it would make his day all the more stressful.

"I am just collecting some supplies. What about you my friend? Do you come here often?" She asked. It was only normal for someone to be curious about his current area of choice, especially since he asked first. Although that didn't make June dislike it less than he already did.

"Work," he answered, taking a quick glance around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping on their conversation. "I have something I need to do before the days out. After that I'll be gone from this retched city." He could see her glancing at him, most likely analyzing the scar on his face. He had seen that type of look before. It was the look of someone who was good at looking at people and determining who they were exactly. Though, he could tell by her sigh that she couldn't even tell what was up with him. His red eyes narrowed and he moved himself back in his seat, stretching his arms across the chair as a king would his own thrown. Glancing at her, he could see that she was pulling something from her pocket, which seemed to be a few coin pieces.

"Here. You don't have to pay for me handsome."

She was an odd one indeed. One thing was certain though. Based on the way she talked and her reaction to her paying for his drink, he could tell that she was probably not another hunter. Most hunters have a certain attitude about them while she was more calm and a tad bit welcoming. Though, the fact that she looked as she did and was only here for supplies, meant that she was indeed a traveler. One who was used to going into places that she'd never been and even was a tad bit prepared for whatever came her way.

"Excuse me sir. I'm sorry again, but I have already said this isn't a smoking area."

The annoying waiter was back. It was people like him that made his head itch. June scratched his head and sighed. "Hey bud, look at the table. The lady wants to thank you for your service with a tip. You gonna accept it?"

The waiter looked down at the coins on the table and looked at the woman and then June. "Oh. Thank you kindly. You really have made my day sir. You too mam."

After bowing, the man left the area and June gave something of small grin. "People in this city sicken me so. They live their lives in content whether they're Neco or Sapien, while ignoring the lives of others. That man probably never gets tips and has to put his kids through school in this miserable city off the wage they give him here. Hmph."

June wasn't really speaking to anyone, though his words were loud enough for the woman across from him to hear. He stood up from his seat and took a drag of his smoke stick. "I advise you make your supply hunt fast. After tonight, the authorities will be on a hunt for strange looking tourist, such as yourself and I."

With that, June began walking outside to go to the part of town that he needed to be to get his job done. He still had a few hours before it was time for him to collect his head, but preparations would take about an hour anyway. He didn't really pay attention to who was looking at or following him. It didn't really matter at this point. Mostly because he would either get the job done or die trying and that mattered not to him.

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"Work,"
"I have something I need to do before the days out. After that I'll be gone from this retched city."


The stranger seemed so incredibly paranoid and careful; she allowed her usual grin to fall into something similar to a cold frown. It was clear this man had many secrets and stories to tell, which matched perfectly with his appearance. Akira paused for a second before replying. "Oh really?" The melodramatic tone and sarcasm in her voice was somewhat off putting, but still as silky as ever. "What kind of work do you do to make you have to whisper this quietly." She hissed coldly.

Akira noted the way he sat back in his seat, dominant and prideful and also the way her own posture was with her palm holding her chin and her body leaning towards him slightly. It was clear she was very curious and lapped up information like a cat with milk and was also desperate for some company. He was also rather attractive which was always a plus for the Sapien, as she was a very visible creature. Still Akira needed to desperately know if he was a Sapien or Neco, and what this job of his involved. If it was anything to do with the war and oppression against her race, she would have to put the man down with a bullet through the skull.

The raven haired woman swirled the last bit of her wine in her glass before taking the finally sip. "Do you not think this city is more pleasant than the cattle sheds they are keeping Sapiens in now days? Here they both live in peace, even if it is clear who is the 'higher' race." She questioned him, clearly very passionate about the situation to the point she must have had a lot of history with this worlds issues.

"Excuse me sir. I'm sorry again, but I have already said this isn't a smoking area."
"Hey bud, look at the table. The lady wants to thank you for your service with a tip. You gonna accept it?"
"Oh. Thank you kindly. You really have made my day sir. You too mam."


Akira seemed to freeze, holding in her laughter until the man left the area before she spluttered out a giggle. "You sure do like your cigarettes don't you? Just cause you are filthy rich does not mean you can disrespect peoples rules though, but you seem like the hard man type who likes to do as he pleases." She told him, which oddly seemed to role off her tongue as a compliment rather than complaint.

"People in this city sicken me so. They live their lives in content whether they're Neco or Sapien, while ignoring the lives of others. That man probably never gets tips and has to put his kids through school in this miserable city off the wage they give him here. Hmph."

At this point Akira froze up. What he had just stated had gone against what she was trying to work out at this current moment in time. She opened her mouth as though to speak but quickly snapped it shut. Akira wondered how this stranger would react if she told him she slaughtered any Neco who oppressed her. "I know what you are saying. It is not so easy to forgive though. You can't just ignore what is going on in this world." Akira sighed deeply, though she now decided against questioning him about his race anymore.

"I advise you make your supply hunt fast. After tonight, the authorities will be on a hunt for strange looking tourist, such as yourself and I."


As he pushed away from the seat, she too did copy. The Sapien scooped up the Rena flower and her back before following behind him before finally walking at a steady speed at his side. "You have not answered my questions Sir. If you were not flirting with me what did you want from me?" She asked with her familiar smirk plastered on her lips. "My name is Akira Theron. Please pleasure me with some company for a few more minutes. You don't know how long I have been alone."

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As the heat filled his lungs and the wind hit his hair, June was starting to feel a little bit better about the day.He couldn't help but think back on what the woman had said and think how peculiar her words were. Why in the world would person come out forward with talk of the cattle sheds. It was odd for someone to go into the politics of the world having just met somebody. Though, when he thought about, he probably came off as odd himself. It didn't matter, wasn't like he was ever going to bump into her again. At least that's what he thought before he was greeted by her presence. He could feel her following him almost as if it was a part of his natural sense. He had hoped she would just pass by him without diving back into, what he would call, an awkward conversation. It was mostly awkward because he wasn't use to talking to people. Not sober anyway. Most people didn't seem to like the man that much. Why would they? June tries his best not to hide in sheep's clothing. He thinks of himself as a monster and honestly didn't mind people treating him as so. However, when people went past that point, on a rare occasion, he wasn't in his comfort zone at all. He didn't like people treating him like something he wasn't. Like his life mattered. When they did, it usually didn't end well for them.

As it seemed, he just wouldn't be able to get off the hook that easily. The woman asked some pretty smart questions, be they odd for the occasion. Even June knew that he had peaked the strangers interest. It wasn't everyday someone come up to you just to ask you what you were doing in town. . . Unless they were the cops of course. Though he didn't want to, his gaze flew over his shoulder to him and his footsteps slowed down and soon she was right next to him.


"You have not answered my questions Sir. If you were not flirting with me what did you want from me?" She spoke with a smirk on her face. June couldn't wonder why it mattered, but he humored her.

"I guess I didn't," he said in a low tone.

"My name is Akira Theron. Please pleasure me with some company for a few more minutes. You don't know how long I have been alone."

A few minutes? He didn't really see why, but he knew that if conversation started the minutes could pass by like a million dollar payment. And how lonely would a person have to want to hang around him? Though, he thought about what he was doing at that moment. Besides murdering a crazed animal at the end of the day, he was completely free. He sighed as he looked up at the sun. Judging by the daylight, it wouldn't be night for hours, meaning he had a lot of time to spare. Though it wasn't just the time he had that made him decide to talk to the girl. It was something inside of him wanting to answer her difficult questions. He didn't know why. Maybe he was lonely himself.

"Well, in no specific order, I do think that this city is better than the sheds. It's better than a lot of things, but the taste this place gives me. It's just one of ignorance. Sure, Neco and Sapien have a chance to make it big here. They can get a job and raise through the ranks together. That part is fine I guess. Though, if you look at situations like that waiter. You so many people are still struggling. Why? Who knows." He took another drag of his cigarette before throwing away the bud and preparing another one. "I do know one thing. It's not anyone's individual fault. It's the wealthy. The government. Same people that make up prices and ranks for people depending on their income. They're the monsters. In my opinion, I'd rather live in the shed then this area. At least there, you see things for what they are. Here they put wool over your eyes and tell you to walk in the direction they make for you."

Lighting his smoke, he put his hands in his pocket and continued to walk. This, act of conversation and walking was starting to bring back a feeling from the past. He didn't like it very much, but what was he going to do? Run away from a woman just because he didn't feel comfortable talking? That really wasn't something he wanted to say he did today.

"These cigarettes are the only thing I can count on. I don't really like them, but they do help the days go by when they're rough. As for why I walked up to you, well, that's just because I could tell you weren't from here. Like I said earlier, you might want to leave town before the morning comes. This place is about to go through something that might be big enough to change how people think. At least some people." He stopped, catching in the fact that he was explaining his job to a complete stranger. At this point, he doubted she was a hunter, but that didn't stop him from going tense. "June... My names June." It probably wasn't something he was used to, but he had began to like talking to someone. He couldn't the remember the last time he had a conversation just to have one.

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Akira was somewhat worried that the dark haired name found her presence somewhat annoying, and she guessed that his reaction to her walking at his side that it was indeed this way. Still she was pretty damn desperate for company, and so tried to not allow herself to think about whether he wanted her there or not; it was just about what she wanted. Akira decided that staying sane in this world would increase her performance for the day when the revolution arrived.

"I guess I didn't,"

A smile just less than her cocky smirk grew on her lips as he spoke. The stranger did seem to slow his pace so that the pair could walk together, and even though it was a simple action she did appeared it. As they walked further and further into the city she suddenly quite sharply pulled up her hood; it was clear she was uncomfortable which was somewhat strange for a woman who seemed as confident and outgoing as herself. She knew this world was now packed with people with judging eyes, even she was one of those judges.

"Well, in no specific order, I do think that this city is better than the sheds. It's better than a lot of things, but the taste this place gives me. It's just one of ignorance. Sure, Neco and Sapien have a chance to make it big here. They can get a job and raise through the ranks together. That part is fine I guess. Though, if you look at situations like that waiter. You so many people are still struggling. Why? Who knows."
"I do know one thing. It's not anyone's individual fault. It's the wealthy. The government. Same people that make up prices and ranks for people depending on their income. They're the monsters. In my opinion, I'd rather live in the shed then this area. At least there, you see things for what they are. Here they put wool over your eyes and tell you to walk in the direction they make for you."

Akira walked in a unpleasant silence for a good few moments before she finally shattered it. "The world is corrupt. It makes me sick to my stomach." She spat rather venomously, clenching her fists rather tightly and gritting her teeth. "The war had no logical reason to it. It did not provide a solution for anyone, not even the highest of Necos. It only destroyed and ruined." Though her sentences were simplistic and rather cliche, due to the lump in her throat it was clear that she was speaking from a personal view point rather than a generalised one. "I do not care if you are Sapien or Neco anymore Sir. You have earned my respect. Think yourself lucky cause not many people get it."

"These cigarettes are the only thing I can count on. I don't really like them, but they do help the days go by when they're rough."

Akira seemed displeased by his smoking habits what with her wrinkled nose and frown. "I don't understand. I know they are less deadly than the older days, but it is still basically a suicide stick. Though I can't say since I have not ever tried one so I can not judge." With those last worlds she paused and thought about what she had just told him, before swiftly plucking the cigarette from his hand with ease and drawing in a big breath with it. Almost instantly she began coughing and spluttering with her hands on her knees. "I'll s..stick to my wine thank you." Akira laughed, looking up at him with tears stinging in the back of her emerald eyes before handing back the foul thing.

"As for why I walked up to you, well, that's just because I could tell you weren't from here. Like I said earlier, you might want to leave town before the morning comes. This place is about to go through something that might be big enough to change how people think. At least some people."


"Oh you have gotten my curiosity going now though! I will get of the way if you do so advice it but trust me I would like to see a revolution, even if it is just a tiny one!" Akira purred in a excitable tone, nudging closer towards him until their arms brushed against each other awkwardly. "Why can't you tell me? Your dirty secrets are always safe with me handsome." The raven haired woman flirted, half because it was just generally the way she spoke and half because she knew that sometimes it was the way to wrap people around her finger.

"June... My names June."

She seemed to soften somewhat as he introduced himself. "Lovely name. A summer time boy? Though you look as dark as the longest of icy winter nights. It should not suit you at all but for some reason it just does." By this point she was just mumbling hopelessly, but it calmed her nerves and mind so she continued to do so anyway.

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June looked at his cigarette and smirked. "It's okay. They're not very good for you anyway." He looked at his hand and shrugged his shoulder before taking one last drag, flicking the cig on the ground. Hearing the girls interest in his job made him give a slight laugh that sounded more like a grunt if anything. He would never have a person accompany him while he was on the prowl, but this time seemed different to him somehow. To be honest he was most likely thinking how he didn't want to go from casually talking to being alone and surrounded by his own thoughts again. He looked around quickly, once again making sure no one was following them. "So you want to see an revolution? Well, I guess you can follow me if you want. Though I warn you, it's not going to be pretty." Though, it never was. Red was definitely an ill color of choice, seemingly suitable for blood. He took out his small phone tracking device and pulled up a profile. the face in question was a fat man with a grand amount of jewelry. "Eiser Talison. Looks like he gets a lot of nourishment, huh? As you probably can tell by the amount of money his outward opinion shows, he's an official of sorts. Through family, he has money and with it, he's actually quite the citizen. In fact, you can say he has a big part in keeping the city and it's citizens living comfortably, with affordable home and electricity. Though, on the other side, he is also a Neco that sees Sapiens as nothing more than animals. Of course he keeps that fact pretty secret from the public." June fixed his color and turned the corner, going toward the forest area of the city.

"So yeah, he plays the part of Jesus to the public eye, but out of public, it seems he's quite the beast himself. Underground information says he has a taste for Sapien. Supposedly can't control where he places his disgusting tongue. The amount of rape and murder charges this guy keeps secret. Shit, it'd make me look like a schoolboy. If that wasn't enough for you, he's also a cannibal. Guess the best way to hide your evidence." It was grim, but the story wasn't that surprising to June. Being locked up with the worst criminals, going day by day having to fight for a piece of cake that tasted like cardboard, and spending countless hours in the rehabilitation chambers, he was more than aware of the evil humans could do. Though, as the saying goes, those who walk by evil, shall die by darkness they keep. "Anyway, I'm going to kill him. After I do so, my superiors will spread the video evidence of this bastard."

Now walking through the dim evening woods, sun steadily going down, June looked at a spot that seemed comfortable and sat himself down, pulling out one of his guns. With a few clicks and pops he had taken the magazine from the holder and took out every last bullet only to place them back after they were counted. While the gun was unloaded, he looked at it, inspecting to see if it was nicely lubricated, a key detail and getting the best results from its shots. "This is your last chance to turn back. I should warn you, most people who get buddy buddy with me always end up leaving, and not on the best of terms if you catch my drift. It's a curse you know." Pulling out another cigarette, June lit it and placed it into his mouth, staring at his guns. "Everyone just seem to fade away.

He pulled out his watch, making sure time was on his side. With the sunlight leaving the area, he'd be able to move around in the dark of the night. Though, if he waited to late, it'd make leaving the city that much more of a hassle. He'd have to give himself all the time of night possible, so that he could keep control of the situation. As soon as it was dark enough, and the bugs started making their chatter, June stood up, walking up a slight hill. As soon as they reached the top he squinted, overlooking the area. "Every door is secured, just like they said. I have to make sure I don't miss a single shot. I'd hate to accidentally kill the target."
Looking over his shoulder to the girl, he sighed. "I think you should hide here. I don't need you getting yourself seen by a security camera or anything. Plus, I'd like to keep the target alive so I could kill him the way I was ordered to." With that said, he slid down the hill of grass and headed towards the mansion. For the next couple of minutes, gunshots would play in an opera on the outskirts of the city. By timeline, there was only supposedly ten minutes until the cops would arrive. Though, he only suspected he'd need five. Guns were a monstrous invention, as long as you knew how to aim. With a few shots, most by him, the guards outside the doors were dropping like fly's. He panned a full cypher around the house and then went inside. Firing a few more times, he killed all of the people inside, didn't matter if they were guards or not. Once they saw his face, they were automatically on deaths door. Poking around the corner was his target, a scared looking man, who seemed more surprised about the attack than he should have been. Not wanting to kill him, June shot him in the back of his leg once he started running. Indistinct sounds of pain and the random mumble of payment for spares of life came out of the mans mouth, but June ignored him, turning toward his phone to take a second once over, making sure the man was in fact his target. Putting his phone in his pocket, he shot the woman screaming behind him. The poor soul. He would have let her get away if she was quiet.

With the man on his shoulder, June left the house and headed back towards the woods, throwing the man down as soon as he was in cover. "Please. Please I swear. I can pay you. I'm a hero around this town you know. You don't have to do this."

June looked at the man with cold eyes, the red color shining from the moon. Taking out a piece of fabric from his pocket, he gagged the man, leaving him to muffle and think about his situation. June then blew a whistle with his hands and mouth. "Stay still," he said to the man and the Akira as he stepped back. He pulled out his phone once more and put on a video recording, taking more steps back from the man and waving his hands so that the woman would do the same. "People like you who think you can eat to your hearts content. Feel the pain of being eaten."

Out of the shadows, a white ligre lunged out towards the man who was set up nicely for it. Through the sounds of flesh and muffled screams, June was relieved once the silence hit. He turned off the video and went to what was left of the man, closing his opened dead eyes and putting his hands on the lion tiger. "Good job. Go run to the meeting spot now."

The ligre reacted with a low growl, running back through the woods. "Too bad, at least you are dead now. No more suffering and no more causing suffering. Lucky you."

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"So you want to see an revolution? Well, I guess you can follow me if you want. Though I warn you, it's not going to be pretty."

Akira listened to his low chuckles and wondered if this man saw his job as some kind of huge joke. He seemed to be determined in his work but it was rather difficult to read his emotions with a face so flat; even Akira who had spent her last few years playing God and deciding who was worthy of life could not read this mans pages. She simply nodded at his sentence but displayed no signs of joy at being invited along. She would be able to make a judgment upon him soon enough though, and that would atleast satisfy her itch.

"Eiser Talison. Looks like he gets a lot of nourishment, huh? As you probably can tell by the amount of money his outward opinion shows, he's an official of sorts. Through family, he has money and with it, he's actually quite the citizen. In fact, you can say he has a big part in keeping the city and it's citizens living comfortably, with affordable home and electricity. Though, on the other side, he is also a Neco that sees Sapiens as nothing more than animals. Of course he keeps that fact pretty secret from the public."
"So yeah, he plays the part of Jesus to the public eye, but out of public, it seems he's quite the beast himself. Underground information says he has a taste for Sapien. Supposedly can't control where he places his disgusting tongue. The amount of rape and murder charges this guy keeps secret. Shit, it'd make me look like a schoolboy. If that wasn't enough for you, he's also a cannibal. Guess the best way to hide your evidence."
"Anyway, I'm going to kill him. After I do so, my superiors will spread the video evidence of this bastard."


The dark haired Sapien listened attently to what June was explaining to her. Her emerald eyes grew wide and she clenched her fists so tightly that she almost drew blood from her palms as he explained this strangers crimes. "What a sick and racist bastard. It is horrible to think that it's not the war alone that is foul and rotting." She replied with a hissing tone before meeting with his gaze. "So you are a assassin? What a fun and dirty job." Akira tried to make the sentence come from her lips sarcastically, but it lacked the emotion to make it sound that way.

"This is your last chance to turn back. I should warn you, most people who get buddy buddy with me always end up leaving, and not on the best of terms if you catch my drift. It's a curse you know."

"Oh so are you planning to take me out on dates like this more often Sir?" She let out a soft wink as she questioned with a purr. "I just thought it was a one night stand. Don't worry either, I'm not soft. I'd be greatly offended if you thought about me in that way." Akira growled as she waited for him to finish the preparations for this kill. The Sapien actually did wonder what the man saw her as; of course he would have never have asked her about herself if he didn't think she was the slightest bit strange.

"Every door is secured, just like they said. I have to make sure I don't miss a single shot. I'd hate to accidentally kill the target."
"I think you should hide here. I don't need you getting yourself seen by a security camera or anything. Plus, I'd like to keep the target alive so I could kill him the way I was ordered to."


Though Akira wanted to be up front in the action she understood that it would be unwise to do so as this plan had not been properly explained to her. Still curiosity pumped through her body, she began to object. "But..." Before snapping her jaw shut and crouching against the wall. However, once he had stepped away from her she drew her rifle and rested it upon the windowsill, ready to fire if anyone got too close to him. Once June moved forward she did so aswell, watching for anyone to spring a suprise attack on him but he wandered through the large house with so much ease.

"People like you who think you can eat to your hearts content. Feel the pain of being eaten."

June reached his target and that was when Akira realized how serious this situation was. As much as she was sickened about the unfolding, she understood now that this was not really about the mans death but more about the display made about it. It was for the public to see and to cause uproar and conspiracy. He was so much more than just a assassin. Akira bit her fist hard as she watched the man get devolved by the large creature; all though she was pretty used to seeing quite a bit of nasty stuff, it was mostly just bullet wounds.

"That was not quite what I expected..." Akira said lowly as she slung the rifle back over her back dashed to his side. It took her a second to force the content of her stomach to stay down but once she did she stood to attention waiting for orders. It was kind of becoming apparent that Akira was somewhat of a team worker and clearly had some experience with the tactical side of this. In the small military group of her hometown they were always ordered to watch each others backs, and it was something she never forgot. "Where to now? Escape route?"

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From the way Akira reacted, June showed a hint of surprise. He had expected some kind of reaction from her that was at least a hinting towards surprise. Most people, even men wouldn't just brush off watching a man being eaten alive in front of them. Even though he didn't show it, it disgusted him having to kill a man in such a long painful manner. He had no problem killing people if they were as messed up as the man was, but his methods didn't usually contain brutality in them. Though, since it was part of his job, he did it anyway. Sometimes he wondered where he would eventually draw the line. The line was pretty thin, considering that the people who he was ordered to kill were all people that needed to die. On top of that, he needed the connections for his own personal gain. All these new thoughts swarming in his mind, he determined, probably wouldn't be there if he had just done the job alone. Having a viewer always made him reflect on himself. He let go of a heavy sigh and reached in his pocket to pull out another good ole faithful smoke, only to realize that he had ran out. He realized that he was starting to go a pack a day and sighed once more.

"That was not quite what I expected..." the woman said, slinging her weapon over her shoulder and seemingly waiting for him. He looked at her in silence for a while, wondering why she was still hanging around him. He even considered asking her, but decided not to, hating repeats of conversations, even though it wasn't going to be with the same person. Though, it would still probably bring back memories.

"Well. People all die differently, so it's hard to expect something out of it. Death is natural and yet so unnatural." He looked through his phone to check the time. According to the dial, he was making perfect timing and would be able to get everything he wanted out of the night.

"Where to now? Escape route?" The woman said.

Once again, June looked her over. He considered that she was thinking about tagging along with him, but passed it off as it seemed too odd for a person to travel out of a city with a stranger they just met. Then again, it was weird for someone to witness someone murder another person and want to stay around them was even weirder. Seeing as the time was right he started walking slowly, expecting she'd follow him. "The bar. I need a drink and some more smokes. From there, I plan on getting my bike and leaving this town to get my money. We should be in the clear. Cops wont do anything drastic late at night. It'd make the citizens of this city panic, which would probably not be something they'd want. Their probably going to investigate the attack then look for the owners body. On their search they will find the skeletons he keeps in his closet and once they find his body they will realize that they'll have to try to sweep a lot under the rug. Though, once the video gets out all their efforts will be for naught. So yeah. I think we have time to get a drink."

Once they got to the bar, the first thing June did was smoke a cigarette after buy about three packs. While he was at it, he put a large some of cash on the counter, not caring how much his order actually was. "Give me your strongest whiskey and get the lady whatever the lady wants."

Looking at the money, the bartender grinned and gave June a completely opened bottle of alcohol. "Thanks for your patronage old lad."

Jun nodded his head, opening the bottle and taking big sips of its poison, mostly thinking about why the man called him old. He didn't think he looked that old. He was only in his early 20's. Though that's probably what drinking smoking and killing does for a human body. He thought that maybe if he cut his hair or changed his clothing he would look younger, but didn't really feel like putting forth the effort.

Though he finished the whole bottle in the bar fairly quickly, he ordered another one to walk away with, drinking on the sidewalk the two walked on to get to the garage where his bike was. Once at the garage he was pretty intoxicated, high above any cities operating laws under the influence, but since he was leaving the city it wouldn't have been a problem. The main issue would most likely be remembering which way to go in order to get to his destination. He looked at the girl as he prepared his bike and smirked. "One night stand huh," he brought up after remembering what she had said earlier. "I usually don't like one night stands to be boring. I also don't suggest you walk anywhere on foot, seeing as the closest towns around this area are full of pricks and people who aren't good company. Tell you what, if you have nowhere else to go, I can take you the city I'm going to. It's surrounded by open area where gangs roam and steal from travelers, but the city is quite nice. Not as big as this one, but the wine is good. Who knows, we may be able to have some more fun there."

The liker was effecting the words that were coming out of his mouth, for he was more open and joking than he would be sober. The fact of the matter was he didn't have a care in the world while intoxicated. Truly a good feeling. "There's room on the back for one more," he said, tilting his head towards the back end of his black motorcycle. Once again checking his phone for the time, he was kind of let down, seeing as he didn't consider himself drunk enough yet for it to be midnight. Though, he still had half a bottle left and he thought if he finished it off as fast as he could, he'd get the effect quicker. Thus, he chugged the rest, chasing it with a cig and through the bottle away. Looking back towards Akira he gave a little more than a smirk, though still less than a smile and said, "You sure are an interesting one little lady. You could probably tell me one of the many stories I assume you have. It'd help pass the time."

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June's gaze somewhat made Akira uncomfortable, not because he was looking at her but more wondering why he was looking at her with such interest. He seemed surprised or displeased, but she could not quite put a finger on what exactly was bothering him. Anyway it was not like she cared all that much, he was good company and now he had most certainly sparked her curiosity, that was all the mattered.

"Well. People all die differently, so it's hard to expect something out of it. Death is natural and yet so unnatural."

"I personally would not call a planned assault that includes him being mauled to death by a tiger-thing in his own home, to then be recorded and released to the public's eye all that natural Sir. Would you?" Akira told him in a sarcastic and gutsy tone as she folded her arms with a smirk. She wondered if she was supposed to be afraid of this man or encouraged, after all change never did have the cleanest of hands. She knew that.

"The bar. I need a drink and some more smokes. From there, I plan on getting my bike and leaving this town to get my money. We should be in the clear. Cops wont do anything drastic late at night. It'd make the citizens of this city panic, which would probably not be something they'd want. Their probably going to investigate the attack then look for the owners body. On their search they will find the skeletons he keeps in his closet and once they find his body they will realize that they'll have to try to sweep a lot under the rug. Though, once the video gets out all their efforts will be for naught. So yeah. I think we have time to get a drink."

Akira gently nodded and scooped up the blue Lena flower that she had placed on the windowsill and followed after the dark haired male. She had been carrying the small plant all this way and refused to let it out of her sight. Once the pair reached the bar she rolled her eyes at how much money he placed upon the counter once again, but did not make a loud comment about it at that point.

"Give me your strongest whiskey and get the lady whatever the lady wants."
"Thanks for your patronage old lad."


"Red wine please. Same as before." Yet the barman also gave her a full bottle of the stuff which completely delighted the raven haired sapien. "Thank you very much." She began sipping at the liquid generously, though not too quickly as she was one to believe that wine was to be enjoyed and savored. Once the pair headed outside she was hiccuping and giggling like a mad woman, a pleasant flush to her cheeks; about 1/3 of the bottle remained. She followed after him absently, not even sure of what her aims were or what it exactly was what she wanted. The pair of them were incredibly drunk but she understood that it would more than likely be time for them to depart now. He did not seem like the type to have long friendships or to even take someone home. Akira took another glug of red wine before raising a eyebrow about him escaping this place on his bike. "Are you sure you can drive that like this?" She questioned with a sigh.

"One night stand huh,"
"I usually don't like one night stands to be boring. I also don't suggest you walk anywhere on foot, seeing as the closest towns around this area are full of pricks and people who aren't good company. Tell you what, if you have nowhere else to go, I can take you the city I'm going to. It's surrounded by open area where gangs roam and steal from travelers, but the city is quite nice. Not as big as this one, but the wine is good. Who knows, we may be able to have some more fun there."
"There's room on the back for one more,"


Akira blinked a few times, kind of waiting for him to tell her that he was joking or that he did not mean it but the response never came. She allowed a large smile to grow on her lips as she straddled the back of his bike and pulled her arms around his waist tightly, her head thudding against his back in a kind of drunken cuddle. "And here was me thinking this was goodbye." She laughed, before letting out a scowl at the memory of his first words. "Also I'm rather offended that you think I can't look after myself! Who do you think I am?" She hissed, before letting out a inaudible grumble that more than likely had plenty of curse words in it.

She also finished off her wine before tossing it aside, more hiccups escaping from her lungs clumsily. "If the wine is nice I am coming with you. To be honest I don't have any plans at all so..." Akira told him, though she wondered if he was actually planning to sleep with her. Not that she could completely reject the idea it was just that most guys made it more obvious than him and she could not tell when June was joking or not.

"You sure are an interesting one little lady. You could probably tell me one of the many stories I assume you have. It'd help pass the time."


"Why thank you." Akira said with a soft laugh, before pressing a small kiss to his jaw line. It was not particularly meant to mean anything and if she was sober it more than likely would not have happened, but she wanted to, so she did.

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June considered himself lucky to have company tagging along with him at this time. No, he didn't make it apparent and not even he, himself could understand it. However, the fact of the matter still remained that he had left the city feeling emptier than he did going into it. That was expected though. Having to look a man in the eyes while you murder him and those around him. It was getting old. June knew that soon the murders or slaughters or whatever people wanted to classify them as would take out everything in him. In truth, that's exactly what he wanted. The man considered himself a simple person. Only thing he really wanted out of life was calm of mind and spirit. He wanted for all the negative feelings to go away, including those caused by memories. Bassically, he wanted to lose himself and become a new person. It didn't matter if that person was an animal or not. The worst part was, was that usually, he would be left alone to think of his deeds and to think of the look on the unlucky souls faces. Sometimes he'd mourn them, for he knew not many else would and on other occasions, he would drink himself to sleep just so he wouldn't have to think about it. As a plus factor he was always alone, mostly because he wanted to be. At least, that's what he had always thought, but having someone accompany him around made the night easier. Took his mind off things. It was a weird, but comforting feeling. Usually he would only ride his bike to go in and out of towns and no one else had rode with him, so when the woman wrapped her hands around him, he could feel himself getting a little more sober.

"Why thank you."

The moment Akira said that, June felt a warmth on the lower part of his jawline. This undoubtedly made him go from being slightly tipsy to sober, though he wasn't thinking so much about his sobriety. Quite honestly he didn't know what to think. He had been kissed before, but something was different. Then again, this night in general was different in itself. His eyes looked downwards to the left of him, narrowing in a bit of mixed thought. Recognizing the feeling, he started the bike and peeled out of the garage after telling Akira to hold on. Driving at night was high on the list of the best feelings he ever felt. It was lonely and beautiful. The light of the moon was outside, but because of its welcome, one could look at it forever, unlike the sun. It also didn't have no feeling radiating off of it, which made it seem like it didn't want to be apart of a persons life, but instead, just there in its own little world. The stars followed the moon in lighting up the sky, but in the end the moon was alone. The sun was probably alone too, but the suns personality was so radiant and loud, everyone in the world was aware of it, whether it was in the sky or not, but with the moon. Well, the moon would only be seen when it wanted to and when it was seen fully it was one of the most beautiful things one could lay eyes on.

Going over a few humps down the road, June could hear a few police sirens whizzing past them as he rode to the far outer roads of the town. In all expectancy, since the outer regions of the city areas didn't have speed limits he'd be able to make it to his next destination in about six hours. That would be a considerably long time without sleep, which June didn't mind much, but the girl on the other hand, might have been different. He had to take her into consideration. Not to mention he was running out of gas, so about an hour into the ride he pulled over at a rest stop and got some fuel. "You have two options here. We can either rest here or keep on going, but the ride is going to be another five hours or so. I don't really mind what we do, but i don't know. Maybe you haven't slept in days or something," he said looking towards Akira as he pumped the gas. Though his eyes were only on her when he talked, for he didn't really want to look at her while he wasn't talking. It would have messed up his train of thought. He wondered how many years it had been since he showed signs of getting close to someone, be it a friend, a lover, or a family member. However long it was, it was dangerous, at least in his mind. He was afraid actually. If he were to get close to someone.... on the off chance that somewhere down the road, he and this woman would become friends, well, that would probably be all he could take. Sure, maybe he'd be happy for the time being. He might even forget his troubles somewhere down the road. However, he knew in life being happy was just an excuse to break a person down. If something happened to her, or anyone else who he had been close with. If another incident like the last one happened, he knew that he would be too far gone. Gone to a place where there was no coming back. Once he had gone down that path, he wouldn't be different from any of the scum he makes a living on killing. He'd just be another animal. A cold blooded killer with no soul.

With the negative thoughts swarming inside of his head, the man felt his heart beating, not only in his chest, but also in his wrists. Thinking about the possible future, he gritted his teeth, before taking a big breath in to relax himself a little. If he were to have an anxiety attack in front of the woman, she'd probably think he was weak, or had a mental problem. Not that he would disagree with her if she made such accusations. Once his breath was out, he bought himself a little time, but didn't think he would be able to make it six hours without venting. "On second thought, I'm feeling a little tired," he said, closing the gas lid. He then turned looking at her blankly. "Don't worry. I'll pay for your room too. These places charge an arm and a leg just for a bed."

Without room for discussion, June walked back towards the rest station and ordered himself a key and Akira a key. Luckily, there was no one really trying to stay at a rest area while there was a city just an hour away, so he was able to get the fine treatment. There weren't many rooms like the two that he ordered, but the ones that he did order had carpet, a nice clean bath and a pretty comfortable bed. That's all he needed anyway. He also asked for a television, just so he could see if the incident went viral on the news yet, though that wouldn't happen until morning.

Walking outside the office, June handed the Akira a key. "Again, no need to pay me back. It's my fault we spent the night here anyway. So yeah.... I guess I'll get you in the morning." June made his way to his room and, with haste, closed the door behind him, locking all the locks. The first thing he did was was take off his clothes and put himself in the shower room, washing off whatever dirt and whatever else he had on him. Though, no matter how hot the water was it wasn't enough to take away the sore feeling he had. He looked into the guest fridge and drunk almost half of their alcohol, but it had no effect. "Shit!!!" He said throwing the bottle at the wall. "Why the hell is liquor so cheap on this side of the map?"

He decided to give up on intoxicating himself and went outside to smoke. With his arms hanging over the small balcony and the smoke stick in his mouth, he looked up at the moon, almost as if he was praying to it so it would make the pain stop. Though it was pain that couldn't just be mended with a bandage, he would need to come to terms with his life and his current situation. Something he couldn't do. Not until he killed that man who he had swore to kill so long ago. Once June remembered that wretched person that he had no choice but to call his grandfather, he remembered that the pain would only make him stronger for the day it was time to strike down upon him. Exhaling smoke he slowly felt the pain become one with his being and soon it became him. He was pain and suffering. Not just his and everyone's. He was a person who was destined to die along with all the others who had already left his company. The more he remembered, the more he felt at ease and soon the pain stopped. It was probably only thirty minutes that he really bought the room for, but he knew that if he didn't seclude himself he'd never snap out of the anxiety. Narrowing his eyes towards the moon he spoke. "I wonder, if one day you'll die too? Or, will you be the last one of your kind standing, to be forever alone?"

Once his head settled he decided to place himself in bed so he could at least sleep off some of the leftover tension. Though, at this point he decided. Once they made it to their destination, he'd let the girl go. For being around him would only put her in the same boat as him and even though in the morning that he first saw her, he could care less if she lived or died, now, just hours later, he realized that the path was already set. If he were to go the route of even becoming her friend, his luck would shine and she'd become one of those in his life, along with him who were born to die. He didn't want that. He much rather had died alone than get close to another and see them die. He had forgotten for a while, but that was how his life was meant to be. He'd continue walking the earth alone, killing and waiting to be killed and, one day, he would die alone. With no one left to remember him.

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Akira did not mind this journey. As the night drew closer she leant her head against his back and watched her beautiful surroundings flash by with heavy lidded eyes. She was tried, but could always keep herself awake if needed; she had spent many nights awake due to the deadly gossip about the area or to track a certain person who deserved her spoonful of justice. Plus this was her first time on the back of a bike, and the situation was not exactly unpleasant.

After about a hour June pulled over for fuel, and she simply slid from the seat with out a word and leant against the wall, letting the silence engulf her.

"You have two options here. We can either rest here or keep on going, but the ride is going to be another five hours or so. I don't really mind what we do, but i don't know. Maybe you haven't slept in days or something,"


"Oh..." She paused, meeting with his eyes and trying to run what he had said through her mind. She was still pretty drunk but it was the sleepiness that caused her responses to seem clumsy or disoriented. "I am pretty tried but I'm a guest. It's not really my choice. Plus I thought you said you wanted to have some fun or has the night declined that now?" Akira said with a round of soft laughter to follow. No matter what way he took her joke, she still expected the pair to sit up talking for atleast a hour or two just for a quiet night of stories, or maybe that was just what she wished for.

"On second thought, I'm feeling a little tired,"
"Don't worry. I'll pay for your room too. These places charge an arm and a leg just for a bed."


"June, handsome what is wrong? Have I upset y-?" She questioned, but before he decided to reply he had already gone away to return with a pair of keys. Akira was one to read emotions and body language extremely well as she had spent the last years of her life searching for liars and those with something to hide. It seemed June was tucking something dark deep under his heart and there was nothing she could do to help him, even if he did accept her help.

"Again, no need to pay me back. It's my fault we spent the night here anyway. So yeah.... I guess I'll get you in the morning."

Akira could not help but let a frown fall on her face at the sight of him clutching two sets of keys in his hands, one for her and one for him. To be honest it was completely true that she was desperate for any kind of affection what so ever, and two separate rooms restricted everything, even just simple communication. She allowed the key to fall into her palm before looking up at the dark haired man with a pityful expression. "June.." Once again before she could figure out what exactly she wanted to tell him he had locked his door and left her stood in the hallway alone.

The black haired sapien pulled off her armour which oddly fell to the ground looking like a similar material to leather, as well as propping up the rifle against the wall. Along side her prized weapon she placed the Lena flower which seemed to be growing by the minute; its leaves reaching towards the sky as though desperate for moonlight. Deciding she would shower in the morning Akira crawled into bed in just a vest top and underwear. Though many thoughts buzzed around her mind like a swarm of wasps, she soon drifted off into a restless sleep.

Crimson. It's warm on my hands and more and more of the stuff just seems to keep leaking onto me. I'm not sure if it is me screaming or the others behind me. All I see is darkness as I clutch to his back, eyes sealed tight with fear and my body is shaking so much. How can they not see me here? I can not look lifeless. I'm even talking to him at this point. Whispering pleas in his ear to stay with me and hold on in there, but he does not respond. Asher is breathing, I can feel his familiar inhales and exhales against me however they slowing more and more by the second, yet the gunfire continues. The air smells like smoke and my ears are ringing, but I dare not risk a glance to see exactly what is burning. I hear our commander yelling for survivers to fall back, but his sentence is severed half way through with gunfire; I'm pretty sure he was murdered. I won't fall back. If I move I will die. If I stay I will die. If I do either my poor Asher will die. So I just lay there trying to keep out of sight and pressing my face to the dirt to quiet the sobs escaping my mouth, clutching to his back until I finally feel his breathing halt.

I should have died there with him.


"ASHER! MY GOD. STOP IT. STOP!!"

Akira woke up with her face burning red and damp pillows beside her head where the tears had pooled into the material. She was screaming this words as her body leapt upright in bed, before she quickly clambered out and began pacing the floor clutching her mind, trying to remove the images but they never really vanished for good. She missed him. She needed him. Why him? Why her home? Why this stupid war? Why this stupid dream most nights? "You don't need to remind me of that, I remember all too well." Akira hissed to herself, finally calming her panic.

Deciding going back to bed was no longer a option she opened the doors to the balcony and stepped out, taking her new flower with her and allowing it to enjoy the outdoors. The nights air was rather nippy on Akira's bare arms and legs, but she tried her best to ignore it. The sapien swung her legs over the barrier before sitting ontop of the fence rather dangerously with her feet dangling below. It was true what they said, the veins of the plant did glow a beautiful luminous blue in the darkness. She admired it's beauty while trying to completely cease the small sniffles and sobs remaining from memory of the nightmare.

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Once he was done his cigarette, June became enticed from the look of the moon. That and he realized that he only drunk half of the drinks in the guest fridge. He went back inside and grabbed one of the comfort chairs, placing it outside. Afterwards he proceeded to grab the rest of the drinks from the fridge and placed them next to the chair. Taking off his jacket and his colored white shirt, he rested back in the chair, leaning back and sprawling as if he was a king on a throne. Smoking and drinking under the moonlight he reflected back on his day and his past a little more before his phone pinged from his pants pocket.

"Hello," he said quietly after taking the phone.

"Hola. June my friend, how did it go?" It was none other than Cortez on the other line.

"I did what was written to do. I hope the money is there when I arrive."

"Oh yes. This one is pretty big, though not as big as the next job I have for you," Cortez laughed. "Still, I knew you were the right one for the job. Anyone else would have messed it up somehow and it would have been a pointless death."

June took a drag of his cig before tossing it over the balcony. "Yeah well, no death is meaningless, though some are more meaningful than others."

"Right. You know kid, I always told you that you should be a poet and not a killer. You were so cute back in the day when we first met in the confinement area. Though I guess even then you were on the path you're on now."

"Yeah...."

"Hmm. I really hope one day you do put whatever is holding you down behind you. You're still young kid. Sure you have a few scars but I think that makes you have the rugged looks for the ladies. You should get yourself a wife and have a family."

June thought back on himself as Cortez talked. "Heh. Maybe. I don't know. Someone has to do what I do."

"There are a lot of people doing what you do. Enough if you ask me, but hey. I know I'm not your father so I wont lecture you, but I don't like to see someone who I believe is a friend of mine beat himself up all the time. Sure maybe your past was bad, but you shouldn't waste your youth on a few bad memories. Don't get me wrong. I too know how it feels to lose a lot of loved ones, but you can't pause your life for it."

Taking a huge gulp of the chest burning liquid, June sighed. "You're drunk aren't you? You always get philosophical when you're drunk."

"Hey, maybe I've been taking a few sips here and there of whatever was in your temp room, but I'm not drunk. How about you? You must be drinking right now, otherwise I doubt you would listen to my lectures."

"Maybe I'm a little drunk. I enjoy hearing your reasoning. Makes me feel more like.... Never mind. Anyway, I'll be there sometime in the day area, hopefully before the sun sets."

"Nice. I'll have your room ready as well as the cash. See ya then I guess."

June hung up the phone, placing on the floor next to one of the empty bottles. Looking up at the sky his vision became blurry and the last words he said before closing his eyes were, "Getting married and starting a family huh? Sounds like a dream that I can't even fathom. Heh........."

"ASHER! MY GOD. STOP IT. STOP!!"

June's eyes shot opened and his first reaction was to grab his guns, though they were still inside the room. His heart beat hard for a good couple of seconds before he forced himself into a calm state, listening to see if there would be another scream. Quite honestly, if Akira hadn't popped out of her room, he would have thought that it was just another nightmare, but he was proven wrong in that regard. He watched as she flung herself over the railing to sit, though at first he flinched ready to catch her if she was going to jump. Then again, it wouldn't matter, seeing as they were on the second floor of a cheap roadside inn. Sitting back in his chair he stared at her, watching the moons reflection on her face. It was weird, but for some reason he felt like he could have been in that position forever, even though he knew that it wasn't realistic to stay in the bliss of a moment forever. Looking closely he saw the moon reflect a shimmer down her cheek, which he could tell was probably a tear. The man hadn't realized it before, but the woman was probably just as torn up inside as he was, be it for her own reason of course.

His mouth split open as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't find the right words to say. However, he knew sitting there watching her like that was rude. "You know," he began saying while placing another cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. "They say that you can tell a woman is beautiful by seeing her cry. Something about the effect of emotion it carries. In some poetic scriptures, they say nothing is more invaluable than a woman's tears."

Standing up on reflex alone, he walked over to the border that separated both balconies and reached his hand over to wipe the tear off her cheek. "However, I don't see what those so called scholars were thinking about. I find a woman most beautiful when she's happy." He gave a slight pause, forming a smile on his face, probably the warmest expression he had shown in years. He retracted his hand standing in place to take another drag. Looking down at himself he realized that his shirt was off and she could see all of the scars that designed his upper body. "Oh... Sorry. I didn't mean for you to see these," he said pulling his white button shirt over his body. Though he didn't bother to button it, he felt it would hide the majority of his old wounds. June glanced back at the woman, almost nervously, for he didn't show many his scars, nor did he like people seeing them. He felt as if they had a bad story to tell about him and, in most cases, they freaked people out. This time, even if he could say something, he was too embarrassed to open his mouth up again..... Well at least to talk. He did open it once more to take an inhale of smoke before tossing the poisonous paper.

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Akira gently kicked her legs against the railing to a rhythm, similar to what she would do on a table with her fingertips. It was a odd habit of hers but it really did sooth her mind and sent it into a peaceful state that she could rarely ever find. She was no longer crying as such but every few seconds or so she would take in a big intake of breath absently, as though choking down the sobs and trying to stop the panic. She touched the plant affectionately while doing this; letting her skin run over the blue glowing leaves. The raven haired woman did not notice the man to the right until he spoke.

"You know,"
"They say that you can tell a woman is beautiful by seeing her cry. Something about the effect of emotion it carries. In some poetic scriptures, they say nothing is more invaluable than a woman's tears."
"However, I don't see what those so called scholars were thinking about. I find a woman most beautiful when she's happy."


Akira was disgusted, outraged even. How dare he say something like that? She did not feel attractive right now. Her fists clenched tightly and she started to think of something of a horrible meaning to spit at him, but his warm hands upon her face made her melt back into silence. She managed a soft laugh and she lifted her eyes to meet with his, a fond expression in her emerald eyes. "Then I would prefer you over any so called scholar. To think someone is beautiful at their lowest point is disgusting and rather degrading." She told him in a quiet tone, as though if she spoke too loud she would wake the night itself.

"Oh... Sorry. I didn't mean for you to see these,"


Akira did not notice his shirtless torso until he mentioned it. She could not help but feel nauseated by the markings across his body. Who did that to him!? Who would hurt a good man in such a way?! She knew he would have got caught in many a nasty situation but she never thought that anything like that could quite cause those marks. His skin was quite contrasting to her own fairly clear flesh; she had a few bullet wounds on her upper arms where it had grazed and torn but nothing more. Still she tried to hide away her thoughts and not display her feelings on her face, whether she failed to do so or not she did not know. "Don't worry. They do not spoil your body at all." Akira purred in a seductive and lacy tone, finishing with a soft laugh. "Though it has confirmed something important to me. I know you are a sapien now." The girl informed, knowing that scars like that would have atleast faded somewhat on a neco's tougher body. She thought it would be best to leave the conversation there if memories of these imperfections made him uncomfortable.

The sapien then smiled and placed the potted plant on the table beside her, it's leaves and petals glowing a bright and luminous shade of blue. "How amazing is this? It is called a Rena flower and at night time it's veins glow. I'm not actually personally sure exactly why it does this, but it sure is beautiful! I think it's because instead of photosynthesizing it uses the moonlight." Akira told June with great enthusiasm, though she missed out the point that this plant was actually a gift for her deceased boyfriend. So much as talking about Asher could cause her to break again.

The black haired woman then became rather aware of her own body, as she was only wearing a small shirt and underwear. Of course her normal day to day armor displayed around the same amount of flesh as her sleeping wear apart from her slightly exposed round backside but she still felt somewhat different. Akira was not someone to be under confident about her body or anything like that but still a red blush fell on her cheeks, mainly because she had not developed that kind of relationship with June. "D..do you want me to put some shorts on or don't you mind?" She stammered, more asking for his preference than her own.

Akira dropped her feet back onto the balcony and stood facing the male, leaning on the metal barrier between the pair. She tilted her head to one side, appearing curious and rather worried. She recalled his rush to escape from her earlier that night and the pitiful expression that plagued his face. "Why are you awake? And are you feeling any better now June?"

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June turned around to look for a bottle to go with his cigarette and placed the bottle on the railing after taking a drink. He never was able to tell why, but he had to admit that chasing alcohol with tobacco was like tasting the air of life. June just imagined harshness of the drink was perfect to get rid of the harsh smoke. Made everything feel smoother.

"Don't worry. They do not spoil your body at all."
"Though it has confirmed something important to me. I know you are a sapien now."


June's let out a laugh. Though it was short, it was also hearty. "Really," he asked, still trying to calm his amusement. "I'm glad you confirmed it then. Seems like you don't favor neco's."

Taking another sip from the bottle he had resting on the rail, June looked darted his eyes down to where the ins fuel area was. The lights went off, meaning the old man who ran the store was going to bed. Made sense, seeing how late it was.

"D..do you want me to put some shorts on or don't you mind?"

He looked over to see Akira was blushing about something. Made sense seeing as she was shuddering with her words, though June wasn't sober enough or defensive enough to pay attention to every little detail. His eyes scanned the girl from her face and slowly went down to her hip area. Turning back to place his arms on the padeo rail, he took one puff of his cigarette. "You don't have to if you don't want. I don't mind." He said calmly, exhaling smoke into the open air. He wasn't the type of person to usually get nervous over anything. Whether it had been a woman or a man holding a gun to his face, he was just always the type of person to stay calm. Even though he didn't feel nervous, he still felt embarrassed for not noticing sooner. Judging by how long it took Akira to react, it seemed she didn't notice either.

"Why are you awake? And are you feeling any better now June?"

"Hmmm," the man groaned. "I don't usually sleep much. Usually I get about four to six hours a night. Can't do the type of job I do with a good sleep schedule. Came out here to drink while looking at the sky and then my stupid uncle called me. Ever since I met him in confinement he doesn't stop checking on me." June paused for a moment, realizing that he revealed he was in confinement. Not the type of person to talk about his past, he wasn't prepared for all the possible questions that could pop up around the subject. "So how about you? How are you feeling? You always wake up in the middle of the night to relax?"

Though June knew why she was awake, he needed to change the conversation around and also wondered if she didn't realized she had screamed in her sleep. After all she did ask him why he was awake. He also decided to keep it to himself that her scream woke him up. It probably wouldn't have been the best idea to tell her if she didn't remember.

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"I'm glad you confirmed it then. Seems like you don't favor neco's."

Akira's throat became tight as she swallowed hard at this statement. Though the laughter did soften the topic somewhat it was still something that was hard to talk about when it did come up in conversation. "It is not really like that exactly...It's not that simple." The raven haired woman told him with a sigh before she rested her elbow on the barrier, letting her head lay there lazily.

"You don't have to if you don't want. I don't mind."

So it did not bother him at all that he was talking to a woman who lacked a awful lot of her clothing? Well fair enough but she certainly had not come across many men like that. Normally they would either be irritated and awkward or praiseful and flirty, but he was neither. Maybe June did not really care about that kind of thing. His head did seem to be filled up with more things than a average person, possibly leaving no room for those kind of thoughts or feelings.

"You are going to end up killing yourself with all this smoking and drink. I mean fair enough a little pleasure is good for the soul but...June you do take a awful lot. You are meant to be a assassin as well surely you would try and keep your body in good condition. I'm not going to lie it kind of worries me." Akira admitted to the man in a slow and considerate tone, frowning as he inhaled more. She was pretty sure she was going to offend him more than anything, but it was better to get it off her chest than keep it in.

"I don't usually sleep much. Usually I get about four to six hours a night. Can't do the type of job I do with a good sleep schedule. Came out here to drink while looking at the sky and then my stupid uncle called me. Ever since I met him in confinement he doesn't stop checking on me."

Akira's mouth fell open and her pupils began to widen rapidly. "C..confinement?!" She questioned, suddenly all her muscles in her body going tight. For some reason that really bothered her, even though she knew that both herself and June had probably killed more people than what would sentence them to over 30 lifetimes. Quickly the woman told herself this and forced herself to relax, and very slowly she did. "It's nice you have someone to check up on you though. You should keep people like that close to you." She informed him with a soft smile. She hope he took in that piece of valuable advice.

"So how about you? How are you feeling? You always wake up in the middle of the night to relax?"

The sapien shuffled awkwardly in her chair, pressing her lips together with unease. "I have nightmares a lot that are basically repeats of what had happened in my life time." Akira stated simply, her heart thudding painfully hard in her chest once again. He must have heard her cries as she was pretty sure she was loud enough to alert him, but maybe he was choosing not to explain this. "So I don't tend to sleep well either. I don't like going to sleep." She admitted, as trying to avoid the nightmares all together seemed logical to Akira even though it was not all that smart.

Deciding that the barrier between the pair was merely a annoyance she pushed the chair away from her body and vaulted herself over from her balcony to his with ease. She seated herself next to him on another spare chair and waited for him either to dismiss her back to bed or continue the conversation.

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"You are going to end up killing yourself with all this smoking and drink. I mean fair enough a little pleasure is good for the soul but...June you do take a awful lot. You are meant to be a assassin as well surely you would try and keep your body in good condition. I'm not going to lie it kind of worries me."


June looked at his cigarette and then at the girl from the corner of his eyes. It wasn't like he really cared that they were bad for him, in fact, he figured that if he smoked more and drank a whole lot he wouldn't have to live longer than he wanted to. However, seeing as she seemed generally worried, he figured at least while she was around he wouldn't smoke as much. That and he didn't feel like smoking anymore. Flicking the smoke stick he looked at his rum and picked it up. "Well, I can't quite drinking at least. I need the break from sobriety. Though you really shouldn't worry," he said. "It's not like it effects me much anyway." Taking another sip and bringing up the confinement, he would have laughed if not for the fear of chocking on his alcohol at her reaction. It wasn't as comical as it was expected. After all most people reacted in that way.

"I have nightmares a lot that are basically repeats of what had happened in my life time."

Akira's words made June set his bottle down to actually think about what she just said. In truth he was more curious than anything. Curious about her past. In fact, the more he spoke with her, the more he wanted to know about her past. Though, he could understand if she didn't want to talk about it. He didn't like talking about his life that much either. On the contrary, he'd rather forget his past instead of bringing it up in conversation.

"So I don't tend to sleep well either. I don't like going to sleep."

June placed his hands of the arms of the chair and pushed himself up after she sat next to him. "I'll be back," he said in his usual low tone and entered the room. Rummaging through the fridge once more, he took some water and looked in the cabinet for some packets. Mixing all of it together he put the mix into the microwave and once it was done, he came outside with a mug of hot liquid. "Here," he said, handing it to her. "It's not anything that'll give me advantage over you. Had a woman say that to me one time I offered her a drink. Anyway, it's a special type of tea. Doesn't really make you that sleepy, but on the box it says it'll give you good dreams."

Handing her the mug he sat down and continued drinking his own means to sleep at night, though there wasn't much left and when he searched for more he realized he finished off all six bottles. He would have asked if he could have the complementary liquor from Akira's fridge, but decided to hold his tongue, figuring that she wouldn't be pleased if he consumed anymore. He sat in silence for a while looking towards the stars in the sky. Though in his mind there was a lingering feeling that was bothering him.

"You know, on a night as beautiful as this one, i was thrown into darkness for many years. In that time, I wanted nothing more than to see the beauty of the sky at night. Instead, while I was in my own hole, I was only able to see the true ruthlessness of the world that is hidden from so many people. It's times like this when I remember the person I was before that darkness. I also look back on the type of person I was while in the dark and also reflect on how both those versions of myself created the me that you see right now. Heh. It's kind of funny if you think about it. These marks on my body are reminders enough of my past, but the moon makes it all seem like it was meant to happen instead of a curse. Reminds me what I need to do with my life before anything else."

Halting his speech he wondered if he should have kept on going. He had never told anyone his past, including Cortez, who was the closest thing to family he had left. However, he knew that it was only fair that he shared something about himself before asking Akira about hers. "When I was seventeen, I had already killed four or five people. Though it wasn't until I was that age that killing wasn't just a means of defending myself. It became something more and, at the same time, something less. It was only my second year in that place and so far I was already done with the reformation year and serving a solitary sentence. However, there was still times where we would all group together to bathe. I was on a solitary sentence just for a year. A way to get my head back in order after the torturous first year. However, the other members in the block were more of lifetime members to the lonely club. They weren't allowed to see another person unless it was time to bathe their bodies. It would be that way for them until they died. I felt sorry for those men. Sure they were probably charged with crimes more grotesque than anything I could ever do myself, but they were still humans. Neco or Sapien, it didn't matter to me. Though, what did matter was that they were humans and as such they should have at least been able to talk to someone. As for myself, I guess you could say I was a mute of sorts. The previous year really got to me. I tell you the government knows how to break people down." Closing his eyes in remeberence, he could feel the pain he went through coursing all over his body. It took him a while to swallow it all in, but afterwards he began speaking again. "One night, the lights went out and every cell opened. It was a mad house in a moment of seconds. I suppose it was a planned riot. Whatever it was, it wasn't something I would recommend looking at. People of all races were turned into animals, attacking not only the cops but one another as well. If I remember correctly there was a kid, maybe a year or two younger than me who was tried as a terrorist. Apparently he had already caught a thousand bodies before his sentence. Sure it seems bad, but he seemed like a quiet nice kid on the outside at least. Maybe he was actually sorry for the things he did. That's what probably made him stay in his cell. As for me, I was trying to stay out of trouble so that my sentence wouldn't be prolonged. He and I stayed in our rooms and for various reasons no one came into our rooms. Though, once I heard the screaming crys of help from his room, I had to leave my own. I wasn't going to just let a bunch of madmen prey on a child, even if he was a murderer. Once inside his room, I saw anther prisoner. Apparently his thing was killing children of any upbringing and he wanted to handle the boy until it was too late and he grew up. He had a knife in his hand and went for the kids throat, but I made it just in time. Long story short, I killed him to save the kid. I also killed anyone who was displeased by the mans death. After all was said and done, I was sent to another round of the reformation chambers for another six months and never saw the kid again. None of that bothers me though. What gets to me, even now when I kill, is that when I fight or kill, I feel nothing. At first I thought maybe it was because I was a bad person, but when I look up at the sky and reflect on my actions, I realize we are neither good or bad. No. We're just simply labeled those words based on the decisions we make. In truth, I try to tell myself that as long as I have my goal then no ones death under my hands are in vain. Not only that, but some people, like that Neco who I handled earlier deserve death. For their time on this planet is up the moment they bring chaos to the world."

Realizing he was going into a whole different topic than he intended, he stopped talking about it. "Anyway, what about you? I don't know if you noticed, but I've been watching you. From what I can determine, you don't have a home, nor family, though that's none of my business. Though.... I just can't get the feeling that I want to know more about your past, even if it isn't the best story to hear. Besides that, I feel a little bit better now that I shared a little bit of mine with you. In fact, this is the first time I've told anyone about that part of my life."

If it was going to make him feel better, he wouldn't mind sharing the major things in his life with someone. The memories that put him where he was at that moment. Though, he had a feeling that since he hadn't told anyone about it in the last six years, but her, that maybe she was special. Maybe she was someone he could open up to.

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"I'll be back,"

Akira gave a slow nod and allowed her eyes to follow after him as he left the balcony. The clattering noises and time he spent doing whatever he was doing made her curious. While she was waiting the black haired Sapien once again completed her annoying habit of drumming her fingernails on the table to a pleasant little rhythm. Whatever he had just made for her it sure did smell good. Akira smiled politely as she accepted the drink and peered over the rim at the odd liquid.

"Here," "It's not anything that'll give me advantage over you. Had a woman say that to me one time I offered her a drink. Anyway, it's a special type of tea. Doesn't really make you that sleepy, but on the box it says it'll give you good dreams."

A seductive little smirk grew on her lips as he mentioned this. "You don't have to take advantage... You just have to ask me handsome." Akira purred with a sharp wink before lifting the mug to her lips to try some. It tasted odd on her tongue, somewhat reminding her of a hot nighttime beverage but something tingled oddly on her tongue, either way it was pretty good tasting. "It is lovely. It's also quite kind of you to think of such a thing. Thank you."

Akira felt a lump grow in her throat as he began explaining his story. She just sat there in silence, but listened politely and curiously. Though it was becoming more and more apparent that maybe she did not want to know his past. Maybe it would be nicer to have him remain as this mystery man that had whizzed her off to a hotel and bought her drinks for the night rather than someone that would shed her emotions in half with a couple of words.

"As for myself, I guess you could say I was a mute of sorts. The previous year really got to me. I tell you the government knows how to break people down."


In his explanation that particular set of sentences stood out to Akira like a sore thumb. She could not help but have her pupils skim over June's abused and scarred body very briefly. Her stomach began twisting over and over with a horrible feeling and her mind began buzzing with ideas of what they could have possibly done to him in that time. His story was not a enjoyable one but it was interesting. Still Akira began viewing him in a much different way than before, maybe not in a more positive light either.

"Should I be scared of you?" The woman said simply, yet no fear remained in her voice. If he had killed so many people with so little thought behind it surely the answer would be yes. "When you get bored of me or I become annoying am I disposable?" Akira did not really know why she was asking such questions, but she was just simply curious of his answer. She also had one thing she needed to ask that irritated her more than anything. "Why did you kill your first victims? You must have had a pretty big reason. I don't think you are the kind of man to stereotype as a coldblooded murderer who went crazy for no reason one day. I'm sorry your life has been rough so far." She paused, her voice now falling into something less stern and more sympathetic, soft and kind. "You know June maybe instead of giving yourself to others as a assassin you should try living a simpler life and attempt to fix yourself. I don't think you are too happy doing what you do, even if it comes naturally."

"Anyway, what about you? I don't know if you noticed, but I've been watching you. From what I can determine, you don't have a home, nor family, though that's none of my business. Though.... I just can't get the feeling that I want to know more about your past, even if it isn't the best story to hear. Besides that, I feel a little bit better now that I shared a little bit of mine with you. In fact, this is the first time I've told anyone about that part of my life."

Akira forced a random smile on her face which clearly was the cover up the hard lump growing in her throat. She knew this was coming, but who was she to deny him this information after all of that? The sapien woman was rather honoured to be the first to listen to his story and so felt that out of respect she would tell him, no matter how hard it was to get out. With a sharp intake of breath Akira began.

"You know they say that sapiens and necos are unable to live on the same planet in peace. Apparently we are to different to do so and equality between us is not possible." She told him sternly, pausing as memories began flooding back to her in a giant rush. "This is a lie. My small town held both races and we taught the children that though we both had our strengths and weaknesses we could work around this and everyone was to be respected equally. As far as I know our area was the place where we lived together in the best kind of way. My friends were necos and sapiens. Nobody ever said anything against either race. It was utter bliss. Pure and utter bliss." She explained with a honest glowing smile, though that chunk in her throat was slowly becoming more apparent. "However it seemed we were the only place that thought this way and once we heard rumours of a attack upon our town and neco evacuation we began planning our defence. We made our own private tiny military and even though we were low on our numbers for a large attack we actually were quite a impressive bunch. We managed to defend quite a few small attacks and scrape our way through. I'm not going to lie I was pretty skilled with a sniper rifle and got quite a good name for it. It was at this point I met a blonde haired boy named Asher."

Akira stopped for more than a few seconds, mostly to try and shut out the images in her mind. Whenever she thought of Asher now the only memory she could pull from her mind was the one where he was soaked in his own blood. "I instantly became obsessed with him. In some way he was my rival, as he himself earned quite a name too, though Asher never bragged about it like I did. He was the silent guy who actually got shit done rather than messing about like myself. It was not long before I found myself training with him and before long falling in love with him. After than we were rarely apart and made quite a team. You get the idea, I don't think you want to hear all the soppy shit that came along with it but I really did love him. A while later another attack came along and this time they were here to finish the job, and they did. We did not even have a prayer against that many necos. They slaughtered through us like fish in a barrel and I could not believe my eyes when I saw the necos of my town running towards them, pleading for them to save them and take them away from here. The bastards deserted us to save themselves. In the end I am pretty sure all of my friends and family had either been whisked away to some safe haven or pumped with lead. I hid behind Asher's body, feeling his chest rise and fall for the last time. I wish I died there with him."

Tears had began to spill from her emerald eyes again, though she just pretended like they were not there. Rather than sadness exploding onto her expression it was more pure boiling anger. Akira's fists clenched tighter as she met with Junes pupils. "Now I kill any neco who can not prove to me they are nothing to do with the war. I want to end this. I hate this world now. It is filled with scum. I try my best to remember the peace of my town but I realise now that the rest of the world is not like that. I like to think I am merciful and don't murder those who have done nothing to oppress us but I am pretty sure I have had some innocent blood on my hands. I just won't forgive them for what happened to the people I cherished most. I won't forgive them for tossing aside the idea of peace!"

She lay her head down upon the table, resting on her arms as she tried to force herself to stop crying, but the tears did not stop. Akira felt so angry and disgusted that her own story was even one of truth. "That is my past. You happy now?" She questioned, rather bitterly at that. Her eyes met with his as she wondered what June thought of all this information and how he now viewed her.

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"Why did you kill your first victims? You must have had a pretty big reason. I don't think you are the kind of man to stereotype as a coldblooded murderer who went crazy for no reason one day. I'm sorry your life has been rough so far."

Victims.... A rough life.... June had always wondered how he came off to most people. However, instead of saying considerate words like that, most would classify him as a monster. Only a few times in his life had he had people look at his life that way. He was used to the usual banter of hate and disdain from people, but he wasn't use to people looking at him with something he would classify as compassion. While it would probably make most people in his situation feel relieved. Feel human. He didn't feel that way at all. In fact, he hated it. He knew well enough the type of life he led. He almost had the nerve to walk away from the girl, pretend to go to bed, and leave her there going back on his own lonesome road. However, he couldn't. Not yet. He was too interested in hearing the woman's past than anything else. He thought that maybe, if he knew her past, then he could make sense of the way she thought. The words she said. The actions she took.

"You know June maybe instead of giving yourself to others as a assassin you should try living a simpler life and attempt to fix yourself. I don't think you are too happy doing what you do, even if it comes naturally."

Again with the compassion. Her and Cortez. If he had the right mind and it wouldn't have defected from his goal, he'd had left him too. Though, the man did have connections. Still, June made sure to keep his emotional distance. Something that he had realized was being shortened by him, just so he could just get to know a woman whom he just met today. It was dangerous. Not for only him, but also for her. Still, he stayed quiet until she went on to talk about her past. A past he could relate to in some way. It was too convenient how he would meet someone like that. Someone who also lost someone they cared about because of the difference between Neco's and Sapian's. His head began to become clouded as he too remembered how his life was changed around, moments at a time. Thinking about it, he did realize that she seemed to have something against Neco's in some type of way. Now he knew why. It angered him that the world was cruel enough to not only hit him, but a lot of the people around him. Even through the small fantasy and escape that he allowed himself to be in that night, he was reminded, yet again, why he did what he did. Why he couldn't take his own life yet, even though he wanted so badly to do it in the past. He could feel the past hate and anger welling up inside him. Anger, the feeling that he had tried to get rid of in order to focus on his cause. Glancing at Akira from time to time, he realized that she had began shedding tears and immediately regretted asking her such a personal question. It proved to him, that even though she had experienced in some way, similar things as he did, it had affected her differently. The tears on her face at the moment were his fault. His fault for letting his guard down once again and trying to get close to someone. Life was sure a bitch. No matter what way he did it. No matter how hard he tried. He could never get close to someone without hurting them a certain way. On top of that, he also couldn't stop himself from wanting to get close to someone. It was the way of man as they say. No man was an island. No one could live in solitude forever without trying to grasp another persons hand. It was like drowning. Not even June could drown in the ocean of his life without trying to connect with another person for air.

Listening to her words, he had imagined that she was seeing everything over again as she spoke. Something which June noted he'd probably do once he told her of his "first victims". She seemed to tire herself out by doing so. It appeared as if it wasn't her head that was lying on the table, pouring clear liquid, but her heart instead.

"That is my past. You happy now?"


June looked at her green eyes. Seemingly different in appearance than the first time he had met her. He could only guess that just like his past, not many people got to witness them in this way. June had made up his mind as to what he would do. Taking out a cigarette and burning it as it lay on the bridge of his mouth, he decided that after what she had told him, she deserved to hear the rest of his story. A folly of words that presumed might have been the last set of words he'd speak to her.

"I'm sorry about your love. I'm not going to sit here and act as if I know where you're coming from, but as you asked. I'll let you know what happened to those first set of people." June began by telling her the basis of everything that had to do with his past. How his father was a Neco and a heir to a lead industry that may have been one of the backbones behind the war. How his grandfather grew mad as his relationship with a Sapien woman, and even more angered at the fact that the offspring of a so called taboo relationship and the fact that the offspring wasn't on a level equal to that of a Neco. How his family was exiled and his father was made to travel back and forth between both worlds. Then he told her of his cousin, who had cut ties with the family just to get June and his younger cousin out of that world of hate. June went on about the promise that they'd be kings of a better, fairer world where no one was separated based on their DNA. His dad went missing and then his cousin took him to a place where they would think all three of them could be safe. Though of course, he noted, they were wrong. The man explained how everything caught up to them and just like a tidal wave, wrecked the mindless ship they were sailing. He didn't even leave out how he acted as a coward by running when asked to instead of fighting only to go back anyway to see his oldest cousin was murdered by the soldiers sent to get them. He counted his death as his fault, for not having the strength to stay and fight and though he did tell her that he ended up killing the men that were left over, he didn't tell her how he did so for being a kid. Though, he supposed she could guess. Already knowing that the information he had given her so far was enough to make her think more negatively about him, he continued.

After each cigarette was finished, June chased it with another one, making sure that as he told the tale he was always smoking. "So after that I was on my on. I went back home only to find out my mom was no longer there, but.... I could tell why she wasn't. Based on the state of the nice house we lived in. How it was battered. I could tell she was probably dead. After a few months there I went out to walk the world, trying to abandon my past. Sometime in that journey of mine, I met her. Her eyes shined with optimism and at first glance I suppose I could confuse yours for her own." She was the love of his life, he explained. Someone who made all the negative events of the past go away and also, someone who accepted his past. In both their eyes, even though there was no official document, they were both married at a time. Though, he also told her that because of him she died as well. In more ways than one was it his fault. His younger cousin came back for him because he left them and didn't come back in time to take him with him. That and he also blamed June for Kriste's, their older cousins death. So of course, he took it out on the one June was closest to. That's the second reason why her death was his fault. Without thinking, he invited the girl into his life and forgot about the past. The past which forgotten or not, she too was apart of. In the end he explained that he had to fight his younger cousin, not just out of anger, but out of defense. He told her how the scar on his face came from Deci, his cousin, and how he couldn't help but to let other wounds occur. For he never intended to kill Deci. He couldn't. Even if the boy killed the one person that saved him from ending his life years ago. June also noted that he didn't need to kill Deci with his own hands to end the boys life. True, Deci did take his own life, but it was only because of June that he did so. After that event, he was charged with the murder of Kriste, Deci, and the girl he loved. The verdict was six years in incarceration. Most of which, he spent getting more scars, both inside and out, and developing a hatred for the man who had put everything all together. Joseph King. The same man, who for whatever reason, made his sentence as lenient as it was for the amount of lives charged with it.

"You see now. Even if I should be living a simpler life. I can't. Not until that man is dead. Now that I've also heard your story, I know more than ever that I have to kill him. I thought, only if just for a moment. I thought that when I met you and hung around you, that maybe I could actually get to know you, put my past behind me and do as you said earlier,but..... After hearing about your past.....After sharing mine. I now know that I was a fool to think that. Deci's last words to me was that we were born to die. I use to think that was true, but now I know, that I can't die until I kill that man." Junes face scrunched up as he was trying to withhold his anger. He could feel the heat of it flowing inside his veins. He practiced the calm breathing technique Cortez had taught him to calm himself, but he just couldn't stand it. Standing and hanging his arms over the railing he continued trying to regain his composure. "I also realize that meeting you was probably a test of fate. Trying to get me to lure in another victim to my life. It was also a reminder of my goal in a way. Though I ......" before June could get out the rest of his sentence, his phone rang, causing him to pause and pick it up on reaction.

"Hello," he said in a mild pissed off tone.

"June. I'm glad you're still doing well."

"Who is this?"

"Hahaha. You seriously can't remember my voice. Ah well. You'll remember as the talk goes on. Listen boy, you will not speak anymore during this conversation got it. I know you have someone with you right now. Known since you met her. Pretty isn't she? She's a Sapien right? you know my men wont hesitate to kill her if she's with you."

June's eyes shot open as he looked around, seeing a truck parked outside the gas area about a half mile away. After seeing the mannerisms of those around the vehicle he could tell who he was speaking to.

"Is suppose you got it now. So listen carefully. I know you've been targeting people I work with. I'm not dumb you know. I can gather that you want my head. I accept your challenge June. Why wouldn't I? I mean, it's not everyday I get someone who is close to the same level as myself and my men gunning for me. Hmmhmm. Listen to this old man speak. Reminds me of my better days."

"Why you!!!" June yelled.

"What did I say boy!? If you continue to disobey my rules, I'll take another precious Sapien from you. Damn. You and your father. I can't understand how you two think. Equals you would call them. They are nothing more than animals. No, let me take that back. At least they have a title. You're the only animal here June. Anyway. As of now, they are waiting for you to come. If you beat them, then you're safe to hunt me for another day. However, if you die, then I've won the hunt. Sounds fun right?"

June hung up his phone and stormed inside his room grabbing his guns, ammunition and jacket. Once clothed he returned outside, readying himself to leap over the railing before turning to Akira. "I guess you were right. I would end up getting rid of you in the end. But, I wouldn't kill you. I'd never take a meaningless life even if you probably think otherwise. I'm sorry." With his hair covering his eyes it'd be hard for one to get a glimpse of his face. However, if the woman was to see his face, she would probably see the moon contrasting in the moonlight. June always wondered what his red eyes in true light would look like to someone, but he would never ask to find out.

Without another word, June leaped down from the railing to land only to run toward the truck with the armed men surrounding it. He didn't know or care how much of chance he had against them alone, but he did know that if he had to get through them to get to the old man, he'd take whatever chance he had to. Leaving the girl behind, June imagined that maybe one day, he might have been able to meet her again to apologize for leaving her alone and remembered her face. For once in a long time he felt a drop in his stomach that would have without a doubt caused him to shed tears if not for the current circumstance. Instead, he transferred it into his anger and hatred and moved on, deciding to use it as his strength instead of a weakness. Coming to terms with the situation, he realized that there was no chance in hell. No chance for the armed men to survive the night.

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"I'm sorry about your love. I'm not going to sit here and act as if I know where you're coming from, but as you asked. I'll let you know what happened to those first set of people."


Akira began listening again, her head resting comfortably on her chin with an elbow on the table as the words soaked in. It was a long conversation but she held onto everything he said with curiosity. She did not blame him anymore for his actions and did not really consider them wrong doings at all. He was just a good man who had a bad start at life really. "So you are a crossbreed then? It was no wonder I could not tell your race. Ain't you a rare little nugget?" The black haired woman chuckled lightly before playfully tapping him on the nose with her finger.

"So after that I was on my on. I went back home only to find out my mom was no longer there, but.... I could tell why she wasn't. Based on the state of the nice house we lived in. How it was battered. I could tell she was probably dead. After a few months there I went out to walk the world, trying to abandon my past. Sometime in that journey of mine, I met her. Her eyes shined with optimism and at first glance I suppose I could confuse yours for her own."

The sapien found her cheeks flushing slightly as he said this though she felt like they should not have been, after all he was talking about a past lover rather than herself. It was just a statement for gods sake. Like herself he had also lost his most treasured person and had his world stripped bare. It was depressing really, it was very common to find someone ruined by warfare. "June. I don't think you are a bad man. I don't think you should blame yourself. This world is disgusting." Akira stated simply, tempted to get to her feet and give him a hug, but instead she remained seated awkwardly in the seat. Now that she knew the whole truth, the negativity surrounding him had vanished.

" I can't. Not until that man is dead. Now that I've also heard your story, I know more than ever that I have to kill him...I thought that when I met you and hung around you, that maybe I could actually get to know you... I can't die until I kill that man."


The raven haired man seemed angry and Akira did not particularly blame him one bit. She pressed her lips together and began rubbing them, thinking of something to follow up with but all she could find was silence.

"I also realize that meeting you was probably a test of fate. Trying to get me to lure in another victim to my life. It was also a reminder of my goal in a way. Though I ......"

"I AM NOT A NOT A TEST OF FATE. Don't you dare see me like that June! And again you are making it out as though I can't take care of myself. I'll prove to you one day I damn well can!" Akira spat, almost sulking after finishing her rant. As he answered his mobile to girl listened carefully to the conversation, trying to pick up what it was about. Even at the end of it she was unsure due to his quick cut sentences but she realized it was not pleasant.

As he raced back into his room, clothing himself and grabbing his weapons Akira felt a horrible feeling role over in her stomach. "Tell me what is going on!? Who was that?...June?" She pleaded though clearly was rather unsuccessful with her questions. His ignorance somewhat angered her but it made her more afraid than anything. It was obvious he was running ring into trouble; more than likely more than what he could handle.

"I guess you were right. I would end up getting rid of you in the end. But, I wouldn't kill you. I'd never take a meaningless life even if you probably think otherwise. I'm sorry."


Akira turned to quickly dash for her rifle and armour but once she glanced over her shoulder the stranger who picked her up in a bar before spilling his deepest secrets to her in one singular night had vanished into thin air. She scowled and ran to the balcony, watching him sprint away to whatever had got him so flustered. "You bastard. Please come back..." She hissed, choking slightly on the lump forming in her throat. He made her feel alive, he was the interaction that she needed to feel human again, she needed him. It was now likely he was going to die in whatever he had thrown himself into.

"Please come back."

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June rushed by through the outer part of the lot, looking back once more before he headed along. Since the lot was nothing but open space, he figured he'd have to come at them straight on. By heading through the outer area, he would still have a little dose of surprise on his side, figuring that the men would expect him to come from the direction of the inn. Thinking he had managed to reach the back of the station without being seen, the man crept towards the corner, trying to get a count of how many bodies he was up against. As far as he counted, there were six of them, though judging by the size of the van, there could have been at least double. His eyes sketched an image of the vans make in his head. Judging by the design, it had to be that place, meaning that his grandfather still operated in the same locations. The foolish old man.

Having all the details he could obtain of the situation, June grabbed his gun and walked out the corner, shooting one of the men he counted. As soon as he left his cover spot, he realized that his theory was right on the money. It seemed that the count had doubled and he slid back towards the wall to avoid an overload of fire. Sucking his teeth, he ran along the wall towards the air vent of the building and slid himself inside. Upon reaching the first grate, he forced it down and exited, almost dropping on the floor. Though the fit was tight, it was effective enough to lower their detection of him. He guessed he had five minutes before they realize his exact location. That meant four minutes to think and thirty seconds to get some better cover. Though, that was all being a little too technical.

Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, June checked to count his ammunition one last time before taking his jacket and putting it on correctly. Though he usually just wore it slung over his arm, he didn't prefer fighting heavy armed soldiers with a shirt hanging off of him.

After counting time to a couple hundred seconds, he slowly walked outside the closet room of the station. As he figured the lights weren't on, which meant the man was just about to close shop. Passing through the door, June dropped his arms, so that they were to his side, causing his shadow to grow smaller. He stayed close to the wall walking slowly, listening out for any footsteps. Once to the corner, he poked his head out just a tad bit to see if they were even in the building yet. It was a short glimpse, but long enough for him to register in his brain all of the men who had guns pointed in his direction. The firing started just as soon as he pulled his head back.

They knew where he was now. If he stayed behind the wall, the fire wouldn't cease until they completely ran out of bullets. In that time, some of the soldiers would probably get the drop on him by entering through the back entrance. Either way he looked at it, he would still have a better chance of fighting from the other side of the room, where he could take cover at the checkout counter. He knew there was only one thing he could do at this time. He waited for a slight pause, hoping they wouldn't be too fast to reload. During their reload time, he'd be able to jump pass them. He hoped that the small stands of food and whatever else the owner sold would provide enough cover for him. Though, he guessed he would just have to find out when the time came.

He dived, hoping to at least be able to have a good enough stretch before having to roll the rest of the way. The men were trained well. Their reload had to be at half a second, something which only those who are seasoned to firing their weapon can do. June managed to get behind the the small walls of the counter, but he had a feeling a bullet passed right by his face. It was a close call, but it didn't slow him down. He poked out in fast increments to have a gun fight with the well armed men, but it was mostly void of any achievement. He realized that he'd probably have to get them into a state of panic if he were to have any chance of winning. Looking around he found one of the spare propane tanks that gas stations used inside the under cabinet. Next he took a small fire cracker out of his pocket, something which he carried around from time to time if he knew he'd be out alone a long time. After lighting it, he through it in the mens direction and heard one of them call out, "Move back!!!! It's a bomb!!!" Though after the poppers went off, the men gathered around it setting there guard back in place, but at that time it was already too late. June had already thrown the propane tank which was rolling at the mens feet. Flicking down the release on his gun, June pulled the trigger, sending a charged beam to towards the tank. Then men didn't even have time to scream before they were caught inside the explosion, one which reacted drastically with the gas, making for one big red mushroom of fire and smoke. From a distance it would seem like nothing would walk out of an explosion of that magnitude.

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Anger. Anger was the biggest emotion pulsing through her body at that moment in time. How dare he just run of like that with no explanation after all they had just been through? Akira found it somewhat disrespectful but the main issue was that this stranger of a man was clearly leaping into something that may be a little too large for him to handle. She knew he was a tough nut but he did not seem like the type to way up his actions logically; someone to be possessed by emotions all the time, even though he would never admit it. Although of course, she was exactly the same. "Bastard, bastard, bastard!" She spat furiously with a cold tongue, dashing back into the hotel room to quickly slide on her armour and sling the rifle across her back.

Akira had hoped for a shower that morning but it now seemed questionable to whether she would have the pleasure or not. The sapien vaulted over the balcony with ease and landed securely on the ground before following in June's footsteps. Even though she was unsure where he was exactly headed, she knew it would be likely that trouble would find its way to herself. Akira jogged, keeping her body somewhat hidden in the undergrowth aside the roads. She wondered if she had missed the male or headed in the wrong direction before suddenly a fury of bright light and heat came from the right of her. Akira fell to the ground out of sight before allowing her pupils to search for June's whereabouts.

She spotted him almost instantly and began quickly crawling behind cover before lining a shot up to pick off those fleeing from the explosion. They did not seem to have been injured massively as such from the situation as they seemed to be backup hanging around the outskirts, still it was clear that the sheer heat of it had charred and burnt their flesh. The sapiens movements from then on were almost robotic and her eyes did not so much as twitch. They fled in plain sight and it was pretty easy for Akira to kill them with first hit back of the head shots. It was pretty smooth going. 4 new corpses now lay in the dirt. She did not stand. Not yet.

After a few seconds of silence the black haired slowly rose to her feet before dashing towards the man. "You have a hell of a lot of explaining to do Sir!" She hissed with a unfriendly tongue, but her eyes began quickly scanning his body for any fresh wounds. It took her a good few moments of looking before she was actually anywhere near satisfied.

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In the midst of the explosion, everything went dark. It was only for a quick second, but the fear that came with feeling things fall over top of you while you're eyes were closed, made most men leave their protection bubble, just to be blasted or have a building piece fall on top of them. June, on the other hand, hugged the small surface of the main sales cubby. Even with the small bit of dubree falling down on him, he could feel his spot would prevent him from being crushed. After regaining his composure, he moved from around the table and dove through and exit, rolling on the ground until the burning sensation was muted of its reminding presence. It was very much tempting to his senses to stay on the ground and sleep there in the now quiet night. If he concentrated hard enough, he would have probably imagined the flames being no more than a camp fire next to his resting spot which happened to be the cold moist ground. The mix of temperatures was rather enjoyable to experience. Of course, this feeling was short lived due to the sound of gunshots and footsteps coming from a location not to far away from him. He stood up, realizing he had been shot in his shoulder, due to the snap pain and misty feeling coming from its location. It wasn't something that needed his attention at the moment, so he left the matter for later.

"You have a hell of a lot of explaining to do Sir!"

June almost jumped and cringed, like a kid who had just got by parent for sneaking out of the house. He was going to say something to follow up on what was said to him, but he couldn't help but notice she was looking him up and down. Almost as if she were.....checking on him? Needless to say, it made the man feel a tad bit uncomfortable and he moved his jacket off of him, just to sling it over his shoulder to hid his wound. "You shouldn't have come down here," he said quietly, looking around to see if anyone else was left. He couldn't tell why, but he had the feeling that they were being watched. "Hmmm. I didn't want to drag you into my problems. Now they're going to try to use you to."

It wasn't like June wasn't expecting her to follow him down there, but he really hoped she hadn't. Now it was like she had become his new responsibility. His new job. Until he could guarantee her safty, he'd have to stay by her side and the rest of his matters would have to wait. He was trapped once more and she had barely any idea what she was doing to herself. "Don't worry though," he said. "If I get you to a safe place you wont be in any trouble. I'll just leave you there, take care of the problem and ..... No that wouldn't work.......Follow me."

Through his sporadic words, he hid thoughts on the easiest way to avoid being followed. Somehow they knew of their exact location. The man knew that going back to their rooms would be a no go. So instead, he continued on walking along the off road path, holding onto Akira's wrist so that she wouldn't go off anywhere else. Though, if she did, he had thought he'd have to go with her to protect her.

When he finally stopped, he looked around seriously about a good twenty times. Time wasn't on his side. If he continued to detour because of people, he'd never reach his end goal, but on the other side of things, he'd never forgive himself if someone died because of him. He could feel the woman's nagging vibe slowly engulfing the area. He had already known that she didn't want him to see her as someone who needed to be protected, but it wasn't because she was weak or anything else of the matter that made him feel that way. Mostly it was do to his feeling responsible. He initiated contact with her, made it so that she was seen with him, and most of all, put her on the list of people that could be harmed to get to him. Even if that wasn't enough, she through herself in it too, with her killing of those men.

Still the fact of the matter still stood. He knew leaving her in a protected spot wouldn't work and he hadn't the time to find another way.

"Okay, a train should be here any moment now. I at least hope we didn't miss it. You should have stayed in your room. Now you're going to be identified along with me. Are you okay with that?" June groaned a little bit, grabbing his shoulder and wondering when it was going to go numb. "I can't stop doing what I do you know. So that means the danger is going to get worse from here on out. You sure you want to hang around someone who is basically poisoning you with their presence. You could get hurt you know?"

June rested back against a tree. The tracks were a few feet away and getting onto a moving train was hard, but he was beginning to feel heavily tired. He stopped stalking just to try to regain his composure, but it seemed only to put him to sleep. His eyes closed and opened, each time making his vision more and more blurry. It was probably from the blood loss, do to the wound he tried to hide. Then again, it could have been for a dozen other reasons as well. That night had definitely been one of crazier ones.

They escaped the snouts of his grandfathers dogs, but their trail was still warm.

"Affirmative. June will only last two more weeks. At that time, I will end his meaningless life. I'll also take the woman's to if you don't mind."

Junes grandfather was looking towards his umpire, as he'd call it. The city was never any more beautiful than when it was seen from his office room. He looked toward the communicator on his desk and smiled. "Do try to get to her first. Take away a mans joy and you leave him in a broken state. I wish to see if June can be broken again."

"Aknowledged. June will be broken."