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Quiet Riot Part 1

Cold.

That was always the best word people could come up with when referring to the elder Martez brother. It was simply what came to mind. Even In moments of fiery rage, he mostly managed to keep an eerie and unnatural calmness about himself. At the very least when in the company of others.

Frozen.

That's how people felt when facing his wrath. He was always able to watch the way someone acted and immediately know where their deseeded weaknesses were. He was a manipulator, everyone knew it, but no one was willing to point it out. If Blaze found out someone, an associate, or even a friend had crossed him, something bad always happened. The problem was how exactly he managed not to get caught...

Chilling.

No matter the damage, injury, or crime he committed, Blaze Martez had yet to be caught or convicted for any of his schemes. Perhaps it was because the police force in Saint Rosewater was miniscule and stretched thin, but one thing was clear: if Blaze wanted something, he could get it. He always did. Lock picking, breaking and entering, brawling, he did it all. He was never caught, making him Saint Rosewater's greatest, youngest, and least known criminal. He was dangerous.

Calculating.

Always watching. Always planning. Always there. Anyone could see the gears turning in his head as he stared blankly at a dispute or confrontation. He was self-aware and utilized his innate talent to control the people around him.

These were the aspects that made up the image of Blaze Martez. His brother was a completely different story. Learco had a spitfire personality, was quick to anger, and never thought ahead.

Despite the stark differences between the two, Blaze and Learco made a formidable duo. One was pure strength, the other pure planning. They balanced each other out, making it easy to become embedded in simple gang activity, and take it over.

Faces passed as Blaze entered the hospital. He ignored everything else while making his way up the stairs to his brother's hospital room.  He moved like a shadow, unnoticed, a simple face in a sea of people. Nobody had the time to care about him, and he didn't care about them. To Blaze, people were selfish stupid creatures that deserved everything that happened to them. No matter what. Learco's situation was worrying, but it happened for a reason, that being because you, Y/n Jones, were a threat.

Years ago, amongst the buzz of society, and the drunken ramblings of Mrs. Martez, Blaze found himself raising his brother by himself at the age of nine. Blaze was seventeen now, and a senior in high-school, he'd be eighteen in two months.

Two months. That's how long he had left to make enough money to take care of Learco and himself. Blaze was no stranger to shaking people down for cash, and hadn't been convicted of anything particularly illegal. He'd become embroiled in many violent crimes but gotten away with it thanks to his silver tongue and slippery nature. Despite that, the law was going to catch up with him eventually, Blaze was losing confidence in his abilities. That was, until he met one, Keicho Nijimura.

Taking the job was a desperate ploy to get money, but a lucrative one. Eventually Blaze convinced Learco to join in, and the two worked together as hired help. That's when the Martez brothers became stand users. They did grunt work, which really just consisted of the things Keicho didn't want to deal with. They were the ones to scope out Julius Rossi and Blake Greenmin after being shot with the bow and arrow. The brothers were left to deal with police or investigators sent by an organization called the Speedwagon foundation. The little operation was all run from a small abandoned neighborhood on the outskirts of town. If someone got too close, their lives would end. It was a thankless job, but they were paid enough to stay. The entire operation had been going on for a few months, with not so much as a hitch, until Learco crossed paths with you.

Y/n Jones, the name alone made Blaze's blood uncharacteristically boil. You had the gall to fight back against not only the behemoth of a stand that was Metal Health, you were trying to resist the abilities of Quiet Riot. Nobody fought back against the Martez brothers. Nobody. Blaze was going to make sure of that. There was something about your nature, or maybe it was your personality, that made Blaze unable to calculate. He had stalked you for a week now, following the defeat of Learco at your hand.

You were weak by every standard. You were inexperienced, clumsy, and acted without nearly enough caution, and despite that, you overcame your challenges seamlessly. You were lucky, and that was simply an element Blaze couldn't account for in any plan he could attempt making. It didn't matter though. He had backup plans and his stand was unstoppable, it wouldn't leave your body until he willed it. You would die a sudden and painful death any minute while trying to chase him. Nobody could break from Quiet Riot's spell, no matter how hard they tried.

Blaze's footsteps echoed against the sterile tiled floor. Rows upon rows of hospital rooms lined the hall. The Martez brother made a beeline for room 168. Before he knew it, Blaze was standing in front of the door. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the same sight he'd seen for the past week.

He slowly opened the door, only to find the lights were off, and the curtain around the medical bed had been closed. Did something happen? Nobody from the hospital had told him Learco was in need of surgery or a change of rooms...

Blaze ignored the light switch and approached the bed, quickly ripping the curtain open.

"Surprise bitch." You greeted, sucker punching the Martez brother.