Humanity is simply cruel. There is no stopping the simple blood thrust of our needs and wants of money and power. We crave and hurt and feel from all of our emotions and thoughts, but what happens when there is a truly good-hearted idea in the world? They are constantly shrugged off and left for dead, but what happens to them when one survives and grows? It forms and becomes a mold for a proverbial author’s will and power…this is simply one of those stories. It consists of a simple, cold fact. Cruelty towards one another…

Chapter 1: Debt

Kraven shrugged his shoulders at the comment. Of coarse he was a murderer; he was an assassin for an esteemed “business” man.

“Look, just because I have esteemed experience in the art of taking a life, it doesn’t mean you need to call me a ‘murderer’,” stated Kraven.

“You killed my brother you heartless dog of janik!” shouted Hector.

“I probably did if he has a dept with the wrong people. The disputed fact that I killed him is simply weather or not he had problems with my manager,” calmly said Kraven.

Hector stepped away from the table Kraven was sitting at. Hector eyed the smiling Kraven. He was wearing simple plates of metal tied together by a complex arrangement of lace and ribbon. He had an unusual sword dangling at from his string belt. A pair of dirty, black pants was all that covered his leg, strait down to his feet. His feet were covered with some white soaks and a pair of wooden sandals. Hector could tell that that sword wasn’t quite right.

“Kraven, I will get my revenge for my brother today, and you will die,” Hector stated with a completely neutral look on his face. Kraven abruptly stood up. He looked around the overly humid bar, and at the numerous people watching and waiting for the inevitable scuffle that was about to show its ugly face. Kraven reached for his sword’s hilt, but stopped when the burly bartender, Red, interrupted.

“Not in here,” He said simply.

“As you wish,” Kraven announced. Kraven, Hector, and the group of drunks that wanted to watch the fight, walked out side. They stepped into the cold wind in two brief steps. The air was cool on his skin. Hector was right behind Kraven, and his adrenaline was pumping. The mob formed a circle around the two men and waited for the event to commence. Hector drew his sword and waited for Kraven. Kraven smiled and looked at his feet.

Hector didn’t wait for Kraven, so he lunged at him. Hector’s sword sunk into what he thought was Kraven. His image blurred and disappeared.

“Where did he go?” Hector thought, “can he really move that fast?” Sinister laughter came from the crowd. One after another joining in with the humiliating fool. “Why don’t you stand out of the crowd Kraven? I know your still here,” he shouted. All but one of the crowd members hushed. Hector dashed to the man still laughing and grabbed him by the throat. The man stopped in an instant.

“There’s Kraven,” screamed one of the members of the crowd. Hector’s eyes shot towards the child that had said it. The young boy was pointing to a figure that became apparent once you looked at the moon behind him.

“If it wasn’t for that child, you’d already be dead,” said Kraven coming down off of the bar roof.

“Fight me like a man you coward!” chanted Hector. He shuffled through the crowd, in the direction of Kraven. Just when he caught the sight of Kraven, he swung numerous ferocious slashes at him. The figure fell to the ground. Hector grabbed the figure by the arms and drug it to the middle of the crowd and flipped him over to expose his face.

“Look at this man one last time before he begins his descent to hell!” screamed Hector, gazing at the black figure. His eyes shot to the figure’s face. It wasn’t Kraven. “How can that be?” He whispered. He had killed an innocent man in the fit of rage. Hector dropped to his knees and took his sword in his hand. “If I can’t get my revenge, then I don’t deserve to live. This is my only way out with my honor intact,” Hector whispered to himself. He took his sword in both hands and stabbed himself in the stomach. A fit of blood came out of his mouth as he looked at the crowd. A man glimmered in the moonlight and stepped into the circle and reached for his belt. A shinning silver bar came to the figure’s side. He eyed the piece of metal; it didn’t seem right to carry a simple bar around. The bar had tiny spikes laced all around it, but on the end, it had an unusually large spike. The figure stepped closer and raised the bar.

“Your honor means nothing to me, but you have dared challenged an overpowering force. You are a fool, just like your brother was,” stated Kraven. Kraven’s weapon fell onto the head of the kneeling man. Hector fell to the floor, dead.