I don't have a name yet- open to suggestions.

Prolog

A shift in the air, the smallest bit of a change- the mouse's nose shot up, sniffing the air. It smelled strange- a smell the mouse was familiar with, but had not been close to. Or smelled for a long time. Blood. The mouse moved forwards tentatively- stopping short of a tall dark figure, as the small creature hid in the grass. The man bit his lip slightly as a small droplet of blood appeared on his pale skin, running down his wrist leaving a trail of bright red as the droplet reached his finger tip, pooling on his nail before falling off into the water, rippling out as the red spread, followed by another drop, which had a deeper tone. More and more, as the silver blade made smooth cuts, quick and concise as though it knew its path, following the pale scars that marked the fair skin before- although most were fresh. The silver blade glided across porcelain skin as blood pooled, slowly drenching the man's white skin in red, flowing down long slender fingers into the river below.

The mouse started, squeaking and shuffling around- ready to run from the frightening scene.

A flash, silver glinting in the moonlight and a lethal and quick movement- a splash of red and a strangled squeak as the mouse was speared through, the sharp blade having cut straight though it's heart- red pooling out around its small body as the blood from the man and the blood from the helpless creature mixed on the blade- changing the shade as yet more of the dark red liquid dripped down the edge, meeting the water below. Slowly circling in the eddy before being carried off by the currents going downstream, away from the tall figure and deceased mouse, how being examined- still speared though on the glinting blade.

A distant owl hooted as loud music echoed distantly and quietly from behind the figure, the booming sound of the beat vibrating slightly though the water as lights flashed from a far-off city, the signs for strip clubs and casino's blinking in the distance, as the man smirked. "This is gonna be fun..." he whispered, licking his lips slightly as he took the rodent's tail in between his teeth- ripping the knife from it's dead body as the chasm in it's chest continued to slowly drip a dark red, now staining the tall man's shoes as it started to congeal. He started walking, keeping pace with his own blood which flowed downstream, towards the flashing light and signs of the city of Las Nevadas.

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BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, the loud music continued on as the Mexican grinned, cocking his head to the side a bit as he re-adjusted himself, swinging a leg up over his other, tapping his foot and blowing out a ring of smoke.

"All in." he stated, as his opponent's eyes widened. "You gonna match that?" Quackity asked, knowing that the other man had no choice.

"A-all... I-in," Foolish said, his voice shaking. Quackity grinned,this was gonna be fun. A lot got put on the line here- going all in is not something you do lightly. The dealer started swiping cards out to each of them, only the red patterned backs of the cards could be seen flying through the air as they landed in a pile in front of each of the two men.
"Ten cards each, make your units now!" Charlie- the dealer, exclaimed, as the two men started thinking, arranging their cards how they thought best suited. Quackity remained calm, a small smirk on his lips as he bit down on the cigarette bud still in his mouth. Foolish looked calm, but you could tell the nervousness seeping out of his skin into the room. The only person it didn't seem to affect was Quackity- the king of gambling, the owner of both the casino and the entire city- the one who you had zero chance of beating- some people even called him a monster. It was unnatural- scarry, even. No one knew how he managed to win time after time, going all in no matter the circumstances. Part of what was so scary about him was how unphased he stayed, no matter what the stakes or who his opponent was. He had the perfect poker-face, his skin glowing in the casino's warm light, the white sar reaching from his hairline though his one glassy eye and down his lips, stretching slightly as a small smile formed on his face; his victory was guaranteed.