Survival is Crucial

Anarchy Road

"Hey..." Tyche snapped his fingers, pointing to Balrog, "What are you called, what's your name?"

"People just call me the Balrog."

"Right..." Tyche places the rifle onto a table next to Nixon as if prompting him to do something when the time comes, moving to the middle of the room before pointing to Balrog again. "I want you to answer these two questions, maybe even more, and I don't want you to lie either. Do you lie, Balrog?"

"I was not taught to lie."

Tyche smiled, "Good... okay." He cleared his throat, preparing himself as the room visibly paused, "Balrog... are you a killer?"

"I'm a hitman who is temporarily guarding Yua, the woman over there," He pointed to Yua, still in Nixon's hold as she shivered, glancing over in the direction of the corpse. "So, yes... I have killed many."

"Do you remember those you have killed, or is murder like second nature to you?"

"I remember everyone I have killed."

"Last question... Balrog," Tyche paused, "Did you, or did you not, kill my entire family?"

Silence engulfed the room, "I did..."

"Why?"

"I was ordered to."

"By whom were you ordered by?"

Nixon grabbed onto the rifle as tightly as he could, seeing the white in his knuckles as his grasp grew tighter and tighter. "Yeah!?" Maxim leaned on the doorway as he entered, "Balrog, who ordered you?" A wicked grin came across Maxim's face as everyone waited expectantly for his answer.

"Let me rephrase that question then." Tyche broke the silence, "Who have you always taken orders from, has there ever been a change in authority, maybe your boss changed, maybe you quit your previous job for this one, which is it?"

"It took me a really long time to find my real target," Balrog went on, "Years of going through connections, killing and killing, removing evidence." He paused, "I don't remember where it started and I have no idea when it will end. I have no recollection of childhood, all I know is that my entire goal as a human being has always been... to kill Marshall Bishop. When I had finally met him face to face, we had faced an impasse. Then, a deal was made. We made a contract and I worked under him since then."

A grave expression was on Tyche's face, "Was this before, or after my family was killed. If this was after, why were they killed? Answer."

Ears rang as silence permeated the room, Maxim leaning forward some, looking down at Kobe's body. "You tried and failed unless you're planning for the whole neighborhood to be these poor kids' enemies," Maxim said, staring the corpse down. "So, what'll it be..."

Justin waited with a scalpel in one hand, a pistol in the other, staring directly at Balrog before she spoke once again, "It was before..."

Guns, weapons, the like, pointed at both the Balrog and Marshall. With a smile on his face, the Manager asked, "So... why have you betrayed the Escravos, boss?"

A cold expression came across Marshall's face, sending chills down everyone's spines. Marshall took out a cigarette, lighting it before puffing out a cloud of smoke, "The deal was... that. If I allow him to kill me... he had to work with me until I felt... fulfilled." He made a quote sign with his hands at the end of his sentence. "He can't kill me otherwise, of course." He was so sure of himself, an odd sense of gut-wrenching horror coming across the room. He clicked his tongue, "What a f*****g stupid way to get caught. Was hoping that I could get two things done at once since I didn't need the Escravos anymore. Could have just stolen the fruits and been done with it, but that'd leave traces, s**t like that, don't want it." He waved his hand to the people in the room, "Ignore me, I'm just rambling at this point."

"Why?" Nixon asked, sniper trained on Marshall's head as the other guards have already prepared themselves for combat. Balrog doesn't bother to interrupt them.

"There isn't any ammo in that." He tapped the barrel. Nixon threw it to the ground.

"Just, f*****g answer the question."

"Bait, still the same reason as before, same with wanting to take out the Escravos. The only other detail I left out is the fact that I was going to kill you at the end of it all. Same with the schizophrenic over there," He pointed to Tyche, "Though I barely know what's going on in that head." he tapped his own head, "What is going on in there that makes you so good at what you do? Cause, I know that ain't you, at least not directly."

"You don't need to know shit." Tyche sneered, "You... fucking."

"Don't get your d**k in a twist bud."

"YOU f*****g KILLED EVERYONE I LOVED!"

"Except... what was his name?" Marshall tapped his chin before snapping his fingers, his eyes lighting up in realization, "Nick?"

Tyche reeled back, startled by what he had just said, "How...?"

"I have eyes everywhere, I just don't like the feeling of death, that's why I don't get involved personally... most of the time."

"What the f**k are you talking about?" Nixon questioned Marshall, both hands clenched, Yua left in the corner, attempting to not meet Kobe's dead eyes.

"It doesn't matter, all you gotta know is that I was directly involved with those peculiar little mob events." He motions a bag being put onto his head before making a gunshot nose, one hand in the form of a gun. He mimicked the recoil before making a surprised expression. His eyes light up once again, "That's right!" He quickly put a bag onto his head, Maxim jumping to stop him before in one swift motion, blew his own brains out with a small pistol on his waistband. His body fell limply onto the floor. Yua screamed out a curse as the others retreated. The Balrog didn't flinch, just watched as his body fell to the floor, blood pooling on both the bag and floor below.

Uncharacteristically for the Balrog, he laughed before commenting, "At least he'll have more than one arm now."