The razor's edge

Prologue

It was a normal day in the middle of the summer. Kids were playing, dogs were barking and people were wandering around their properties. Typical and casual day for city Assault citizens. But... not for everyone. In front of small house, there was a man wearing a hood and holding a knife. He was nonschallantly playing with his weapon. His neighbours were looking at him with mix of fear and surprise. He was always mysterious for them. They didn't know much about him. They only knew that he had moved here 2 months ago. They were scared of asking him for his name.

The man was named Erron Lawton. He was 28 years old. He was a quite handsome and tanned man with muscular body and many scars, which showed his bad past. He started playing with his knife. One. Two. Three circles were made by him in a very elegant way. He then looked around. He saw his neighbours staring at him in fear. He quickly hided his weapon and he started to stare at an old man, who was his neighbour. Terrified elder was unable to say anything. Erron's gaze was too much for him to handle. He felt dizzy and started to lose conciousness, when suddenly Erron grabbed him and saved him from fatal fall. Old man felt relieve and then he made an eye contact with Erron again. This time – his eyes showed kindness.

„T-Thank you, young man. I didn't know you c-can...." – Old man started, but Erron interrupted.

„I can... and for your information sir: name's Erron. I should go back to my house now, but please... I ain't so scary as ya think." Erron then turned around and started walking back to place where he was before, but someone yelled his name.

„ Mr. Lawton dammit! Wait a moment...*huff* Why do I always have to run to get to you huh? *puff* Oh God... I'm so exhausted..."

Erron looked to see who was calling him. It was relatively young man who was wearing jeans, oversized hoodie and fancy Nike shoes.

„Mag? For Pete sake... why are you here?" – Erron asked dulled because of his „running marathon" toward him.

„I told you that I am coming sir. Don't you remember?"

„...dOn'T yOu rEmEmBeR? For f*ck sake ya think I remember everything ya 200 IQ fonzie? Ugh.... Come." Erron frowned and gestured Mag to come after him. „What's with this guy forced American accent? Ugh..." – thought Mag while following after Erron. Then, he opened the door and showed him his house.

The house wasn't very big. It had medium-sized kitchen connected with living room, separate bathroom and bedroom. There were of course small basement and attic. Mag looked around. He knew that place. He also knew who lived here. „I should've took Kai with me. She was always great in calming mr. Deadshot.." Mag's thoughts were overwhelmed with guilt that he made Erron a bit mad. But he took his seat and waited for him to make tea for both of them. Meanwhile, host wondered where his future wife is. He decided to call her, so he pulled his phone, found her numer and started calling her. After few seconds, he could hear her.

„Hey Erron. What's up?" – asked Ahri with great humour in her words. „Something happened my love?"

„Nah. Just Mag visited me and I forgot about it..."

„Really? That's fantastic! Have you asked him about his relationship with Kai'sa? Since we live away from each other... I don't really know how is she." Ahri's tone suddenly change into sad.

„It's okay my dear Foxy. I'll ask him 'bout that. Are you with Akali now?"

„Yes! You want to talk with her?"

„S-Sure..." – replied Erron. After few seconds he heard familiar voice.

„What's up Deadyshotty?

„Hey Akali. What kind of nickname is that huh?! You want a solo or what sister?"

„Hah. I would never brother. How are you doin'? Your wedding is coming soon and you know..."

„...I know. You have an invitation. My Personal by the way."

„Yay! Thank you Deady! (Ahri in background: Can you give me phone? I want to talk with Erron a bit too you know...). Okay! I have to end it right here. Your little Fox want to talk with you. I'm prayin' for ya not to get killed by her in the houuse!"

Ahri then took her phone back.

„I'm back honey. So... how is Mag anyway?"

„He looks okay Ahri. But tell me.. when will you be at home?"

„After 7 am my dear. I have a meeting with few well known people. You know... typical KDA stuff."

„I know. Good luck then my love. You're my gem and I don't want to lose you!"

„I know mr. I Never Miss. At home, I'll tell you everything after I'll be back. Byee!

„Bye!"

Erron ended call with Ahri. He then went back to Mag with tea and started a talk.

„So... how are you Mag? You feel good?

„Yea... Me and Kai are dating since last year. You know... she's sometimes hard but I do love her.

Suddenly, Lawton remembered why he invited Mag to his house. Everything was clear to him now...

Erron smiled widely.

„Good to hear that! My best friend has an amazing boyfriend. But.. you know that I didn't brought you here to talk 'bout her my boy..."

Mag didn't say a word. He let Erron continue his thought.

„... I brought you here to tell you a story Mag. A story that is worth a lot."

Mag raised his eyebrow.

„Yes? About who this story is sir?"

Erron pointed at himself. Mag quickly understood what he meant by that.

„Ah! Okay... so about what is this story?"

Erron then got up and gestured Mag to follow him to living room. They both then sat in comfy armchairs.

„This story is 'bout me my boy. This story will show you my dark past... and my darker side either. So... make yourself comfortable and listen closely."

So Mag did exactly that and then Erron started his story....