Gangsta. (A fanfiction)

Chapter 8- Dead Man Walking (Part 1)

Legend says that in the early 1920s, a man and his wife divorced. The woman was apparently cheating on him with another guy. Paranoid from the truth, the man swore that he will kill the man that his ex was dating. He found him one night having sexual intercourse with his ex, drunk. He thus killed him with a shattered wine bottle, a blow to the head. When he finally realized that he had committed murder, he was overwhelmed with fear. His ex witnessed his crime and reported him to the police. There, he was sentenced 50 years in prison. However, he escaped during his 3rd year and filled with anger and fury, he swore to find his ex wife and kill her for vengeance. He thus went on a killing spree, murdering women that either looked like his ex wife or was in contact with. However, he couldn't find her, and was then found and shot by the police. He died impurely, according to Worick, and was sent to Hell.

"Apparently, looks like he's back again with the killings." Theo said as he carefully removed a tumor from a mouse's neck, stained with blood.

"But what if it's not him?" I questioned. "Don't tell me you believe in ghosts, doc."

Theo sighed. "Been dissecting corpses for a long time. Can't say I've never experienced the paranormal. One time, this cat I accidentally killed came back to haunt me with her meows."

I sighed and look down at my rough hand. "If ghosts are real, then maybe..."

"Then maybe what?"

I trailed off, realizing that I was thinking someplace outside of my box. Someplace dark and lonely, someplace I don't want to be right now. I look back up. "Forget what I said. Doc, I need you to do me a favor." He nodded his head towards me. An idea sprung into my head. "Doc, I want you to make me look like a man who rose from he grave."

"What now?"

"Y'know, make me look like this Dead Man Red. You can scratch up a few scars on me, can't ya?"

Theo looked up at me with a surprised look. "Are you up to something?"

I sucked my tongue. "For God's sake, Theo. I wanna make my plan work." I looked straight into his eyes. "Please."

"Did Rickus just ask me to do something in a polite manner?" Theo said incredulously. I rolled my eyes. He smirked. "I'm just a father working at a run down medical hut, you know."

"Oh, I know."

"Since when did you become so understandably generous?"

"Just get on with it already, bastard."

"Yeah, yeah." He said, removing his gloves and putting down the tweezers from his experiment with the mouse. He motioned me to lay down on one of his beds. I do. It felt rough and cold which sent an uncomfortable feeling to my body. Theo hovers over me, preparing his tools for the procedure. "Just one question, Rickus." He said as he slipped on a new pair of gloves. "Are you currently happy with what you are doing?"

"Pshh. What do you mean?"

"Have you finally found something fun to do once in your life?"

I closed my eyes. I won't live long, I'm sure of that. And to live out my last several years of being me, what could working with an obnoxious one eye bastard and a scary katana monster make of my life? "Yes." I replied, still with my eyes closed.

"Hmmm." Theo mused.

"Oh and Doc? Give me a cool tattoo. I would like one with a raindrop inside of a fire."

"And I thought Nina had a weird imagination." Theo muttered. "Why a raindrop though?"

"I just thought it'd look cool. Why? Are you judging me?"

"Right, right." He then placed his cold rubber fingers on my shoulder. "Are you ready for this?"

I gulped and then straightened my back. "What kinda question is that?"

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I wake up, feeling drowsy. The anesthesia had worn off and I know this because my body aches all over, especially my right shoulder. I look around, trying to find Theo. He wasn't in the room. I steady myself up as I sit up from the rough bed. The dried sweat sticks into my back, giving me a feeling of humidity. Actually, it IS pretty humid in here. How come? My body aches as I stand up slowly. A whistling sound whirred in the distance. Taking a closer look, it was a pot of kettle tea. I wandered over, slowly, and turned off the fire. So the steam was causing the humidity. A mirror was just right next to the stove so I turned around, wiping off the steam from the glass, and took a careful look at myself.

I looked like a soldier who just fled from a battlefield.

Suddenly, the thought of a fire and dead man haunted me so I took a step back and quickly looked away from the mirror.

I sighed. Getting worked up over something that happened so long ago, what the hell, Rick? I eventually met my eyes in the mirror. I looked tired. The bags sagged under my eye as my facial expression was unmoving. My hair was dry with sweat. As my eye traveled down my neck and chest, I noticed stitches. On a closer inspection, it didn't look like Doc ripped open my flesh. Instead, he inserted the stitches into my skin, making it look like I was scarred. What a sly bastard. There was one on my collarbone and another one across my left arm. But when I looked at my right shoulder, there it was.

It was literally a fucking blue raindrop surrounded by red- orange flames.

I couldn't help but laugh. I could imagine what Doc would be saying. He would be giving me a pathetic look and sighing, shaking his head in the meantime. Crap. You really are a sly bastard.

After I had enough time admiring my new scars in the mirror, I strolled out of the room. Judging by the sky, it was probably already evening. Perfect. Now all I had to do is to get an accessory that will make me look bad ass. I wandered around the empty hallway. Surely, something caught my eye. Over at a stool was a tattered linen blanket. I picked it up and tied it around my neck and drape it over my shoulder. The roughness of the blanket chafes my neck a little, but I guess it doesn't bother me that much. Now I got a cape, after all.

"Ooh. Didn't know you liked to dress up." A voice came from behind me. I turned around and breathed a laugh.

"Hey, now. Who the hell do you think I am?"

"Erm...an anti-superman on drugs?"

I rolled my eyes. I reached into my pocket to pull out a Celebrer container. I popped the top open and took two pills, swallowing it dry. The familiar taste of wood fills my mouth and dissipates as the pills roll down my throat. I close my eyes, submerging myself into the drug zone.

"What are you planning now, Rickus?" Theo asks through his suspicious gaze.

"I'm trying to draw out Daniel."

"...How?"

"By being him, duh. Wouldn't it raise attention that two Dead Man Reds are on the loose?"

"Huh. Well, don't so anything rash, you hear? You're actually one of my most active patients."

I smirk. "Who do you think I am? Hell I'm on Celebrer too."

Theo sighed and turned around to walk away. "Yeah, yeah. Don't forget: I'll be waiting for your monthly pay."

I smile, take one last glance at my tattoo, and head out, my cape dramatically flowing in the air, to kick some ass. 

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Finally starting the first arc! Been a slow progress but thx for reading! Love y'all :3

-Moobi