Stripped Down

Stripped Down

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It's cold, and it's getting misty. A tall man hurries down the alley, needing to get home before he's late. The mouth of the alley is blocked, then, and Luke squints to see who is there in the darkness. He takes a step forwards, then steps back. "What are you doing here? He asks slowly, frightened. It's hard to scare him. "You're not supposed to be here." The other steps closer, Luke stepping back in response. The other lunges forwards too fast for Luke to retaliate, lifting something too fast for Luke to tell what is it. Then, is flies back down and hits Luke so hard over the head, things go dark. After a murder takes place behind a popular strip club, there's many suspects. The clients. The family. The workers. So, who did it?
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Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

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