We Came As Heroes (Watty Awards 2012!)

(II) A Game and A Revelation

Hey Guys! :)

I'm really sorry the chapters have been so short >_< when I type it in word processor, it's about three or four pages, and suddenly on here it's two ;  ^  ; I'll try my best to add more pages to keep you all more entertained. I want to make my readers happy <3

Also, just wanted to note that this is my favorite character in the story ;) I think you'll enjoy him too.

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and note, the song that is with this lovely chapter is the song I listened to. Sets the mood, don't you think? :)

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Chapter II

Area 67

All eyes were cast upon Vixcent Castro as he eyed the cards dealt to him.

The rowdy ruckus created at the bar of Krasny Oktyabr didn't stir the determined air around the small group of five seated at the cracked wooden poker table; all troubled eyes were watching their money slip away from their fingers, hoping that Vixcent's lucky streak would slip enough for one of the victims to walk home with some cash in their pocket.

It was one thing to win a hand or two, but He had swept the table time and time again. Each rugged fool seated at the table couldn't stand to let a white haired freak on a lucky run take their money, so there they stayed: praying to whatever they believed in for a miracle.

Vixcent always knew how the game was played. Texas hold 'em was just reading your opponent, but he had an advantage; his mind. He could feel the thoughts of others around him swimming around in his head, but focusing on one particular thought was the challenge. And Vixcent has had years to master such a task.

Growing bored of staring at his pair of Jacks, He decided to take a gander of the room around him. The bar was more crowded, but chaotic as usual. From the far left corner, he could see a prostitute sitting in a man's lap, her long legs wrapped around the back of his chair, facing him. A couple of words escaped the seductress's lips before her plump rounded breasts pressed against the man's chest in an erotic gesture.

What proceeded next was enough to turn Vixcent's head away.

Prostitutes were a daily pleasure in Area 67, along with the sport of gambling and fighting, which was occuring in the main room next door. The shouts of the gamblers were enough to know that seperate disputes were being formed outside of the main attraction; soon enough, a bullet or two would be in the heads of the opposing force, and the noise of the room would calm back down to the normal comments made by the men attracted to the main event.

There was no government in Area 67. The restless souls of Russia made sure of that during the Third World War. After the war,however, KARMA made a deliberate effort to form a structured society in Area 67; but after months and countless bodies of their Administration being brutally murdered and sent to their doorstep, they gave up. Now, Area 67 was the “Sin City” of the broken earth, where anything goes.

Looking back at his cards, Vixcent felt a small smirk settle on his lips, the jagged scar on his left eye tilting up with the gesture. There on the table was one card that benefited his hand considerably; one amused face of a Jack staring up at him. The man sitting on his right side, however, possessed a potential flush in his hand; two spades in his hand and two on the table. The other players possessed nothing strong enough to beat his hand.

The was one more card to be dealt.

Peering at the table, he noted the considerable pot of chips placed in the middle of the table, the last of everyone's money. With the amount of money he already possessed, he could easily make the call.