rearrange your design - toxic and riff's backstory.

" only the shadiest fuckers survive war " - chapter 2

Biotropolis City, 10:17 AM, November 30th, 2082.

The sky was red with the blood of the rising sun. It'd been a day since the first protogen had been engineered by the hellhounds. Biorens all over the world were quickly seeking shelter, as to not become a weapon for their own species' destruction. Toxic, however, could honestly give a shit less. War was war, hellhounds were hellhounds, shady and undesirable pieces of shit who stained the Earth around them with their tainted self interest.

"Toxic? Ya been cleanin' that same ol' glass for half an hour, the fuck's your problem?"

"Eh? Lay off, shithead. Just thinkin'."

"About what? The war? You ain't got any family to look after, so why do you care?"

His co-worker, Jax's stab at his dead family almost hurt. His wife and daughter had died 3 years back in a tragic accident, one that was Toxic's fault. He hadn't seen anyone or anything the same way ever since. Some say it made him cold, some say it made him hardy, but either way he was the same thing: a grumpy bartender living in a small, shitty apartment in a big bustling town.

"Thing is, I don't."

"Heh. That's the Toxic we all know and hate. C'mere, man."

Jax gave Toxic a firm, sportsmanlike punch to the shoulder, making him growl in protest. "Fuck off..."

Then the screaming started. The front windows of the bar were smashed open as masked hellhounds started taking biorens left and right. Outside, apartments and stores were being raided. Jax stood next to Toxic in utter shock, unable to move. "T-this is it. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I don't wanna die. I'm too young. I never even got to marry, I..."

Toxic grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him. "Get it together, kid. Follow me." He ran out the back door, opening a dumpster lid for Jax to jump into. As soon as he was concealed, a hellhound approached Toxic. He didn't fight it, he didn't care. He let them take him. At least the young man with a life ahead of him was safe, at least he could take that with him as far as he went.

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