The Hunter's Shop

Becoming a Person

Thomas's POV:

I have finally made it back to Mistral, as usual, the people avoid me and usually back away from me. It sucks but I'm gonna have to clean my clothes again. After that, I'll need to find a way to make any identity for me.

I walked back to the laundromat and began to clean my clothes, it didn't take as long but 2 hours is still to hours. Once I got changed back into the clothes, I began to walk around Mistral, mostly through areas that could have some criminals roaming around. After walking through a few alley ways, I found a dealer selling some of his "products" to someone who looks like they're going through some painful withdrawals.

As I approached, the junkie saw me and ran off. Then the dealer looked at him in a puzzled look as the junkie ran, wonder why he ran. Then I grabbed his shoulder which made him scream before he turned around. He froze as he saw me and then passed out. Damn, I need to find some clothes that don't make me look like some fucking assassin. I then picked him up and took him to the motel I stayed at last time.

When I walked down the street, everyone that saw me quickly ran by or looked away from me. When I finally got back to the Rustic Stop, I entered and the owner began to panic once he saw me carrying the dealer.

Owner: "What the fuck, it's been a day and you bring back a corpse! Are you fucking insane!"

Thomas: "Okay, it looks bad but he's not dead, he just passed out. I'm gonna interrogate him so I'm gonna need that room key."

Owner: "(Sigh) Fine, just, don't get blood everywhere."

He handed me the key and I went to the room. Once I was inside, I tied the dealer to a chair in the room with the bed sheets. This should at least allow me to talk to him without him running off.

After 10 or so minutes, he began to wake up. He then looked around the room before his eyes landed on me. He stopped and then tried to get out of his seat, that was what he tried to do before he noticed he was tied to said chair.

Dealer: "L-Listen man, you ain't gotta do this! You can just take the shit, I can even tell you where my supplier is!"

Thomas: "I don't want that shit, it's horrible."

Dealer: "Then what do you want!?!"

Thomas: "Simple request really. I'm need to find someone that could help me make a new identity, like, a completely false person and life. I got into some "trouble" and need a new one."

Dealer: "Oh. Well, that's not some errand, fucker! Though, if you're that desperate, try the Last Request. It's a club deep inside Mistral, and is home to many, many, criminals. If you're lucky, maybe someone could help you, for the right price of course..."

Thomas: "Alright, now I'll let you go. Oh yeah, what's your name?"

Dealer: "Simon, Simon Palmer."

I then cut the ropes tying Simon to the chair.

Thomas: "Well, thank you for the info Simon. You're free to go now."

Simon then jumped up out of his seat, running out of the room, leaving me in the room. I then got up from my seat and looked into the inner pockets of my coat. It had a few needles of heroin that Simon was selling.

Thomas: 'Heh, these'll be useful, whether it's torture, a need for a good time, or just some easy lien.'

I then left the room, heading to the front desk.

Thomas: "Thanks."

I placed the key on the table.

Owner: "No problem, as long as you're paying."