Look Into The Office

Brawlhalla's Opening ceremony was in two days.

Of course it wasn't like he cared about the competitors or who won the event. All he wanted to do was kill them all.

Gangs. He despised them from the core of his being. A gangster was the reason why he lost the only person he ever held dear to him.

The one known only as Reaper by the masses watched the citizens of Tallahassee go about their daily lives, surveying them all for anyone who looked like they belonged to the city's resident gang.

He wasn't from Tallahassee, hell he wasn't even from Florida. But when news came to him of Brawlhalla taking place in the Sunshine State's capital he saw it as a golden opportunity to potentially deal with a vast majority of the gangs he so despised.  How to take out such a huge number was still unknown to him but he swore he was going to find out.

A pained smile slowly etched unto his features as flashbacks from the death of his one and only brother flooded his mind. He could vividly remember what the culprits of his brother's murder looked like.

The first had green hair, black and yellow earrings and  scars across both his eyes and he was accompanied by a boy with white hair and an eye-patch.

He had scoured practically the whole of America looking for those two, trying and using all manner of methods to find them; be it hacking police databases and trying to break into an FBI base,but  nothing was working.

He resorted to killing gang commanders. Reaper figured that the only thing that was going to get a gangster's attention was news from another gang. But so far he had seen nothing. He already had a victim count of 6, and news of his actions were almost as viral and news of Brawlhalla itself. It was only a matter of time until the two murderers and all other gangs and their members were going to be sent to their graves.

Of course not all of Reaper's murder attempts were successful. About a year ago, he had tried starting his murderous career by targeting a young girl who he found loitering around an old waterworks plant.

Now imagine his shock when he tried to stab her and she caught his butcher's blade with her bare hands and started breaking it into tiny pieces with no sign of injury; before knocking him out with a kick so fast he thought he was hit by a bullet. That encounter left him three things: blade pieces, a  wounded pride and the loss of two of his fingers.

When he came into Tallahassee about two weeks ago he accidentally bumped into a white haired teen who was grumbling about someone called Mr Straightfingers. Unfortunately for Reaper, said boy was in a bad mood and ended up laying him out flat on the sidewalk, knocking him out for nearly three hours.

Reaper shook the memories out of his head and growled.

He was going to get his revenge on those two later.

Right now he had to think of a way to get rid of these gangsters...by any means necessary.....

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"The turnout for our little tournament is pretty good...."

In a barely lit office building in the very middle of Florida's capital, sat a small gathering of only three individuals; the one's who were responsible for the creation of Brawlhalla and one of the main driving forces of gang fighting and activity becoming legal.

"Yes..as we anticipated....people are highly interested in our gladiator style event. Goes to show the common human love of bloodshed don't you think..." a fair man who was dressed elegantly in a red two-piece suit and white dress shirt spoke. His long blonde hair streaked with pink was tied in a small ponytail. His grey eyes were behind square rimmed glasses. He was clearly the head of this small group of people.

"Who cares about what the people are interested in Hangman? I'm only here because of the shit load of money we get from ticket sales...." A pale young lady who sat opposite the elegant man muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. Her hair had the same colors as the man, though hers was mainly pink with streaks of blonde. She wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, her demeanor and dressing the exact opposite of the Hangman's.

Silently observing the two individuals with half open purple eyes was a dark girl with frizzy brown and black hair with a sleeping mask around her neck. She also sported a black sleeveless jacket and shorts. She was barely awake and kept yawning as quietly as possible.

"I know it may not be ideal to you Freezy, but sooner or later you know we were going to have to have a talk about our...5 natural disasters waiting to happen..." Hangman deliberated with a monotonous tone, not sounding even the least bit interested about the meeting. It was like he was forced to hold his own meeting.

"Eh? You mean the Kiken'na 5? Why are we having an entire fucking meeting about this?! What could 5 teenagers possibly do that is so dangerous we have to HAVE A MEETING!" Freezy slammed her fist into the table and gritted her teeth, though her outburst did nothing to intimidate her colleagues.

Hangman took in a deep breath and pointed to a massive screen behind him that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The screen crackled for a few seconds and suddenly burst to life, showing a picture of an entire bar littered with the bodies of gang members.

"Do I need to remind you and Sleeper about the bar incident? Where a mob of almost 120 people ended up in the hospital due to an unprovoked attack from Taitanzu Branch Deputy, Casey 'Mob' Mobey. Apparently they were protesting the legalization of gang fighting and he was passing by....in a bad mood. He is ranked 5 out of 5 on the list"

The screen crackled again and the scene changed, this time showing a collection of destroyed buildings and an entire gas station set ablaze.

"Or what about the gas station incident? Where a good deal of people lost their lives due to an explosion caused by an unidentified boy who we have nicknamed "Sandy". Theorists say that Sandy is linked to this Reaper person that has been popping up on the news lately. He ranks a 4 out of 5"

Again the screen changes the scene, this time revealing a mugshot of Killer and a picture of unconscious Deixis members scattered around an abandoned stadium.

"There's also the case of Killer. Rumored to be the brother of legendary gang commander Amber 'Bodyparts' Alvarez. He was in juvenile detention for the murder of his father and possibly his mother for 7 years. They call him Killer because apparently he was smiling on the day of the crime for no clear reason. Brain damage? A dead conscience or some sort of sadist? Nobody truly knows. He also got full question marks on the Gang IDs, something he has in common with rank 2 of the Kiken'na...he is the 3rd out of the 5...."

The screen flickered brightly before separating into 2, showing a picture of Lance and Amber.

"Ranked number 2, Lance Redford. More commonly refered to as The Last Resort of Tallahassee. He is an immensely powerful gangster who is in contention for the strongest gangster in modern history. He was sent to juvie for 3 years on the charge of the accidental murder of another man. His strikes are rumored to be on a nuclear level and is rumored to have challenged and fought an entire swat team with his bare hands. Unlike most gang heads he hardly fights, only participating when he is needed or when all hope is lost; hence his nickname..."

Sleeper listened with increasing interest, her sleepiness going away gradually while Freezy just watched disinterested.

"Last but not least we have Amber Alvarez. Sometimes called The Scarless One or simply Bodyparts. This seemingly uncontrollable 14 year old always takes a body part of whoever she defeats in battle. The most brutal example of this is an incident from 2 years ago, when she ripped off the entire face of a gang commander who had pissed her off..."

Sleeper--who was the oldest but most weak-minded of the three--gagged a little while Freezy just rolled her eyes.

"...her most notable feat is fighting the Last Resort and emerging from the battle without any scars, just heavy blood loss, managing to push him to his limit. Interestingly, she never actually attempts to kill any of her victims...."

"Enough! Why are you telling us this?!" Freezy slammed the table again, but this time using her foot (don't fucking ask-).

"Because...if incidents like these keep occuring...then concerned parents and adults are going to rally to make gang activity illegal again. And if that happens...then no Brawlhalla..." Hangman procured a cigar from his suit pocket and lit it, inhaling deeply for almost a straight minute before puffing out smoke. "..and if there's no Brawlhalla...then there's no money. Plus can you imagine how upset that'll make some of these young gangsters? They could even end up targeting us don'tcha think..."

Freezy got her foot off the table and huffed indignantly while Sleeper started dozing off again.

"You two are attending Brawlhalla...it's a simple mission really. Prevent the Kiken'na 5 from causing too much chaos..." Hangman inhaled again, before puffing out a cloud of smoke that looked eerily similar to a skull.

"...and you can stop them by any means necessary...."