Shane's Sinister and Bizarre Encounters

The Confrontation

A man is walking through a dark alley, attempting to uncover the identity of an important person. 

"Goddamnit! Where is he!?"

"I'm right here." Said a voice that was perfectly calm, coming from above a roof."

"Come down from there, Folfopino!"

"And why should I?"

Suddenly, the man summoned a familiar that looked like a turquoise skull embedded onto a body that was made out of diamonds embedded into greenstone.

"I'm warning you."

A knife came flying through the air and struck the man's left foot.

"Shit!"

"I'm coming down now," said Folfopino.

Folfopino began walking up to the man.

"Which regiment of the organization are you from."

"Like hell, I'd tell you!"

Folfopino stared into the man's eyes with a murderous look on his face.

"Tell me which regiment you're from!"

The man was frightened of death. He had heard how quickly Folfopino could cut down 30 police officers at the speed of light.

"Eeeh! Fine! I'm a low ranking peon of the recruitment regiment."

"Tell me the leader's familiar."

"What?"

"Tell me the familiar used by the leader of the recruitment regiment!"

"That would be treason against the organization!"

"Do it now or treason's not the thing you'll be worrying about!"

"Fine! I don't know the ability of his familiar or even what it looks like! All I can tell you is its name is XTC and the leader's working on a project to 'ascend' his familiar."

A concerned look appeared on Folfopino's face.

"When is he planning the ascension!?" Folfopino blurted out with rage.

"I don't know! That's all I know! Please don't kill me!"

Folfopino stared at the coward of the man. He stared and stared and kept on staring seemingly examining his body and with each passing minute, the man began to grow more alarmed.

"Fine. I believe you. My business is done here."

Folfopino began to lean down towards the right man's foot.

"W-what are you doing!?"

"Relax. I'm just picking up the knife I threw at you."

Folfopino reached down to grab the throwing knife when he saw something on the shoes. These were finely made shoes that were only affordable to those who could afford a luxury with just a bit of money.

"What are ya' staring at?"

Folfopino bent back up towards the man with a murderous expression and stared him down right in the eyes.

"What kind of brand of shoes are these?"

"I believe those are Neiman Marcus shoes."

"You said that you were just a peon, right?"

"Y-yeah?"

"These shoes cost thousands of dollars you fucking idiot! A peon couldn't buy these! That means you're a high-level advisor, aren't you!"

The man's expression suddenly changed from being frightened to having blood-lust. He summoned his familiar once again with energy pulsating around him.

"So you figured it out. Bravo! I'm Leonard Hafyin, the royal advisor of Vulkan! I'm going to have to kill you now for making me talk."

"Have it your way. Prepare to have a hole through your head!"