Prologue

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A soft sound of music came from the old music player they had.

"Do you hear that love?" the smaller man asked smile on his face as he stared up at his lover who had circled his arms around his waist.

His partner in return smiled down at him planting a small kiss to his forehead, "They're playing our song..."

They slow danced across the room as the smaller man got dipped, a giggle erupted from him as his lover smiled nose against his neck as taking in his scent.



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A coach could be heard hurrying across the streets as the horses carrying it neighed.

The broken road splashing the puddles created in the cracks and shallow holes in it.

The neighing and galloping of the horses could be heard in the streets as both an Inspector and Doctor sit inside.

Both staring at each other before filling their revolvers with bullets.

Then comes a man with peach fuzz running towards a different coach trying to get ahead to the one with the doctor and inspector.

He runs into an underpass before turning on his heel to the right just as a crow let out a cry of surprise.

The coach shows no signs of stopping whatsoever.

In fact, the Inspector turns to his men and the doctor before closing his revolver.

He continues running through the pillars of a huge building before jumping over a railing to get to the edge before jumping off it and breaking his fall by rolling on his back and getting up.

He takes a quick inhale before sprinting towards the doors of the white building he just jumped off on and opened them, kicking open the additional gates of the door in the process before entering the building.

Then he stood on top of the spiralling stairs, gripping onto the railings.

Checking behind him every now and then as he quickly went down the stairs.

That's when he was face to face with an open doorway which led to another path of stairs.

However, this time he wasn't alone, there was a man in a trench coat holding out a lamp as he peered down the stairs slowly moving his way towards the man with the peach fuzz.

He quietly but quickly ducked into the corner by the doorway as he started planning on what do to do and acting it out in his mind.

'Head cocked to the left.

Partial deafness in ear.

First point of attack.'

He envisioned himself slapping the man's ear, causing ringing.

'Two. Throat. Paralyse

vocal cords. Stop screaming.'

A throat grab.

'Three. Got to be heavy drinker.

Floating rib to the liver.'

A punch to the belly to make the man double over in pain.

'Four. Finally, drag the

left leg. Fist the patella.'

And finally grabbing the back of his knee to keep it in place as he punched it.

'Summary prognosis:

Conscious in 90 seconds

Martial efficacy: quarter

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 10, 2020 ⏰

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