The Outlaws of Genopia

Prologue: Genopia and Outlaws

Genopia is one of four new city states to be established by humanity...Well I can’t say humanity anymore because now there are more of us. That’s right the year is 2045 and humanity finally knows that they aren’t alone. Living amongst them are elves, dwarves, and any other mythical creature you could ever guess. Many of these creatures live peacefully amongst one another but eventually those with darker ambitions rose up and changed things. 

When Genopia was first founded, it was a symbol of unity, there would be equality between all species, and everyone would be held accountable for their actions. However all it took was one person, a man to learn black magic and try to take command of the city. He was stopped but in the heat of the moment the wrong people were brought to power and left in charge. 

One of these people is a demon warlock by the name of Takeda Yowlen. He used to be a normal warlock that worked for the Genopia Police Department(GPD). However after reading a book on black magic Takeda found he could do more. Now instead of just stopping crimes as they happen, he plans to kill all lawless individuals. However, as Takeda’s promotion draws near so do those who took up the contract to kill him. Many know of his new powers and fear what he’ll do if  he gains too much; though many fear the lawless more.

Many of the citizens that live in the city live the lives that they think will keep them  safe. They accept their fate no matter how horrible it may be, just as long as they stay safe. However, there are those who spit in the face of the city. Who plays by their own rules, these people are the low lives. They are bandits, bounty hunters, assassins. They are the ones who change the lives of everyone whether it's positive or negative. If none of this sounds ideal I don’t suggest continuing forth; this story isn’t about good people fighting for what's right. It’s about the lawless fighting for survival, it's about those who will kill so they aren’t killed.

*Present Day*

“It’s been eleven hours, 45 minutes, and 33 seconds since Takeda Yowlen was murdered. We have all party members that are responsible for killing him and are awaiting further orders sir.” A man dressed in full black stepped forward, He was wearing black tactical dress pants that were tucked into black and gray combat boots. Around his waist was black military style belt that had a holster on the back of it. In the holster was a black and silver revolver that had two barrels stacked on top of each other. Underneath said barrel was a silver blade that went four inches past the two barrels. The grip was black and made so that it could be drawn quickly, the trigger guard was also black, while the trigger itself was silver. Both the cylinder and hammer were silver just like both muzzles on the end. 

Tucked into his pants was a long sleeve  obsidian black button up dress shirt, over it was a black overcoat that was made of a new type of kevlar, around his neck was a black tie that matched his shirt. On his head was a black pork pie hat, the belt that wrapped around the top had a skull pendant on the front. The skull looked normal except for a capital O on its forehead. Surrounding the skull on both sides were silver revolver bullets. The man’s face was hidden by a black tactical face mask, this only left his piercing yellow eyes in full view and a few strands of his snowy white hair. The only name anyone knew him by was E.

Across from him stood his most trusted soldier and the best assassin to ever step foot in Genopia; Morgan Pierce. He was dressed in black tactical pants tucked into autumn/winter style combat boots that were laced up and had five buckles/straps on each one. Around his waist were two belts, one for his trousers, and one for his ōdatchi and extra ammunition clips. His odachi has a dark gray but cap, handle, and hand guard each was made of 1095 carbon steel and high frequency material. The blade was a dark crimson red which is why it was named bloody rose. This gave the sword’s blade an extremely powerful vibration that in turn; could weaken the molecular bond of anything it cuts. Holstered on his left leg was a Beretta 92FS, loaded with a thirty round steel magazine. Placed on the barrel of the gun was a  threaded suppressor, on top of the slide is a night sight. His torso was covered by a black tank top under a black and red coat that resembled an assassin’s coat. On his hands were plain black gloves that fitted him perfectly; almost like a second layer of skin.

His black hair was cut short, he had a few bangs that fell into his eyes from time to time. His eyes were a dark brown that showed years of experiences, pain, and a strong will. He didn’t look too old but his current age was twenty-one. His skin was slightly pale but it held a slight tin of tanness. His height was 5’11”, he had the body/build of a trapeze performer, and stood with a formal posture. “Morgan, tell Night to enter the room. It's time to see if we have any potential agents.” E ordered.

Morgan nodded as he clicked a button on an ear piece that was in his left ear. “Night, we’re ready to begin when you are.” E flicked on a light revealing two chairs that faced a two way mirror. Next to the chairs was a table that had seven files filled with information on the people they were about to interview and a button that activated the speakers in the other room. The room that the two stood in was very bare and didn't hold much except for the items that were listed. However in the opposite room there was a bit more in it; it resembled your typical interrogation room. Only two chairs and a table sat in the middle of the room and now had a woman standing in it. 

She looked to be in her late twenties, had inhumanly pale skin, and inky black hair that reached down to her chin. Her eyes weren’t normal either; the sclera was black, the iris were white, while the pupils were also black. She was 5’4”, her body was slim/sleek but was very toned like a professional gymnast. She was dressed in a black skinny jeans that were tucked into black boots that came halfway up her shins. She wore a black crop top that revealed her midsection and a burn mark of a cross that had three swords crossed behind it. Around her waist was a black leather belt that had silver studs in it, clipped on its right was a Dark gray CZ75 fully automatic handgun and a few extra ammunition clips. It had a reflex on it’s slide and suppressor on the end of its barrel.

“Alright let's get this over with.” Night sighed as she placed a recorder on the table. “Send in the first person. Or do I have to drag them in here like the last time?” The door opened as two other guards pushed in the first person to be interrogated. He looked nineteen, was very pale himself, and had strange eyes as well. His sclera was white like a normal person’s, his iris were chartreuse yellow, while his pupils were black. He was 5’10”, he looked very slim but had the body of a brawler/fighter. He was dressed in black ripped biker jeans that were tucked into black boots. Wrapped around the boots were multiple leather starps. Around his waist was a black D-ring belt, he no longer had his revolvers but he had two leather belts that held extra revolver bullets. Strapped on both his thighs were two belts that held extra ammunition. He wore a black v-neck shirt under an olive green denim tooling autumn/winter jacket and black fingerless gloves. His hair was a messy raven black that stuck up in an emo/gothic way.

Morgan clicked the button that activated the speakers and began to speak. “Subjects name is Havic Pierce, occupation is mercenary.” Morgan looked at the file as his eyes widened but smirked after a brief moment. “Has been arrested a total of sixty-six times, successfully broken out everytime, while freeing every prisoner. He’s been committed to over seven insane asylums and disappeared from each one.

Havic grinned as he did his best to spread his hands; which wasn’t far due to his hands in handcuffs. “Are you going to keep listing my amazing feats, or is there a point to you capturing me?” Before Havic had a chance to react, Night grabbed the back of his head and slammed it onto the table. 

“You’ll show respect or I’ll break your nose next time.” Night growled as she sat back down. Havic lifted his head and smiled. Night glared as he winked at her. “Do that again and I’ll tear your eye out! Tell us everything about your encounters with Takeda Yowlen. Once you feel satisfied with the information you’ve given then you’ll be returned to the lobby.”

“Relax I’ll tell you what you want to know as long as you keep the flirting down.” Night grinded her teeth and signaled for Havic to keep going. “Takeda and I go way back, it’s because of him that my brother and I have our healing factors. We worked for a private military corporation called Nova, and to sum things up; we got backstabbed. Silver lining is we got a cool regeneration ability after being used as guinea pigs.” Havic said this with a twisted smile. The way he talked was if he were recalling happy memories that he loved to remember. “After hearing that he was in town I wanted to “thank” him for the gift,” Havic then smiled widely causing Night to shiver. “Either way my fun got spoiled when Reaper and Kashi got involved.”

Night regained her composure then cleared her throat, “Yes, Reaper Massor and Kashi Marlikalve. Both of them were targeting Takeda as well and failed to eliminate him as well. After that we don’t know what happened and would like you to fill in the gaps.”

“Sure I don’t mind retelling our story, but if you ask me I swear the author(s)/writer(s) better get it right this time.” Night furrowed her brow in confusion but Havic continued making no sense. “Either way you’re all in for one hell of a ride.”