Well here’s a story I had been working a long LONG time ago. I might end up having to put off The Beginning Of Samuel so that I can continue this. Honestly this was my favriot story I had ever wrote.
The Chronicles of Zeeb
Entry: Rui Rui
Chapter 1
Rui Myanako was a young bounty hunter in the land of Zeeb. He had been orphaned by his parents at the age of five and had grown up around a group of mercenaries and cut-throughts. At the age of fifteen he ran away from his so called “family” because they had tried to sell him to a group of slave traders. Then from the age of sixteen to twenty he took up the title of bounty hunter. Now it’s time to start this tale, but first let me tell you about the world and land in which he lived. This land, this planet, was not like that of earth. It’s very time line was strange in itself. Although the people of the planet had such futuristic luxuries as flying cars and motorcycles, electricity, and amazingly advanced cities, they were still somewhat stuck in the past. You see the not so rich towns and cities would look like colonial towns. On the other hand the richer cities would be highly advanced with gigantic futuristic buildings and moving sidewalks; the poorer towns are basically still using horses and carriages. So as you can see this isn’t your average star wars in a galaxy in a far FAR away planet, it’s one that was made out of pure coincidence.
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Rui sped along the barren desert of Naoko. His one wheeled Omni-cycle kicking up clouds of dust as it shot across the dry plains. A small silver dragon sat on his armored right shoulder; loyal to it’s master it dare not try to spread it’s wings and flee. A scar ran down from the center of his fore head and down past his right eye. He wore a pair of goggles to keep the flying dust out of his serious, dark red eyes. Rui wore a brown, ragged, cloak that flapped viciously in the wind behind him. Beneath his cloak he wore a black tank top, some brown denim pants, and, to finish off his outfit, brand new black steel-toed boots. His right arm was covered in a strange futuristic armor that gleamed in the hot desert sun. He had a gun, a forty-four magnum, holstered to his right thigh and had a twelve-gauge shotgun slung over his back under his cloak. His black spiky hair wavered in the wind, and he had the collar of his cloak pulled up to cover his mouth. Rui suddenly revved his engine and accelerated, throwing up larger clouds of sand and dirt. Rui saw his destination, a quaint, western style town on the horizon. The sight of his new two to three day home brought back the memory of his client.
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“So…This is the infamous Rui the Reaper…I expected you to be older.” said a short pudgy, mustached man from behind a large desk. Rui stood a good distance from the desk and remained silent. “Do you not talk? Or are you the shy type?” the man asked again. Rui did not speak, but gave him a ‘get down to business’ look. “Very well…” the man opened a drawer and pulled out a file and placed it on his desk. “All of the information is in there,” he pointed to the file. Rui’s dragon, Zelos, soared from his perch on Rui’s shoulder, snatched up the file, and brought it back to his master, replacing itself on it’s perch. Rui took the file and skimmed over it’s continents. He gave a grunt of disapproval when he saw the mug shot of his target, which was a beautiful young neko girl around his age. She had light green eyes and almost brown red hair; her cat ears were the same color as her hair. He tossed the file back at the old man who fumbled trying to catch it. “Wha-…what’s this?” asked the confused man.
“I’m not a mercenary, and I don’t kill innocent women.” he said gruffly.
“Th-that’s not true! I’ve read the reports! You have been hired as a mercenary at one point or another and you have killed at least ten female criminals!”
“They were murderers, the one you have me targeting is nothing but a mere thief.” Rui turned to leave the office when the old man said: “She is no mere thief! She has robbed twenty-two of my banks and law firms! Plus she has killed ten bounty hunters!” Rui turned and headed for the door. “Hold on! She also has a five hundred thousand credit bounty on her head!” Rui stopped, his hand inches away from the doorknob. “Aaaah…I see that money suits his fancy…well that’s no surprise, after all, you’re only human.” smirked the man. “You’ll get twenty-five percent of the bounty, minus what you use on ammo and fuel.” Rui gave a sinister chuckle.
“I don’t think so…I’ll take seventy-five percent, no deductions, and all expenses paid.”
“WHAT!?! Th-that’s robbery!” gasped the man, his eyes wide in shock.
“Like you so quaintly put it mister manager, I’m only human.” Rui gave an unseen wicked smirk.
“Then I will not hire you!”
“Good. Thanks for the info then Mr. Manager.” Rui walked out the door laughing sinisterly, as the manager balled up his fists in anger.
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Rui snapped out of his daydream as he entered the town. He brought his one wheeled motorcycle to a stop in front of a small saloon. He could hear the sounds of a jukebox playing and groups of people chatting and yelling away on the inside. He slowly walked up to the doors and nodded to his dragon, who returned the nod and flew away and planted itself on Rui’s bike. Rui then sighed and walked through the door, but not after putting his goggles up out of his eyes and onto his forehead. When he walked in everything went quiet, everything except for the jukebox that is. He examined the room before walking over to and taking a seat at the bar.
“What’ll ya’ have?” asked the bartender. All eyes were on Rui. Rui shifted in his seat and mumbled a low “Apple Martinni.” The bar tender obeyed and turned to begin making his drink. Rui then turned around and glared at the crowd of people who were watching him. Everyone quickly turned around and continued their conversations. Rui turned around to find his drink waiting when a woman, who was somewhere in her twenties, walked up to him. She was wearing a bright red dress and TOO much make-up.
“Hey there big guy, wanna’ have a good time?” she asked. Rui pulled the collar of his cloak down to take a sip of his drink then turned to looked at her in the eyes. He did not answer her question, but instead continued to stare into her eyes until she chickened out and walked away.
“Bloody’ whores…” he mumbled under his breath, yet laughed on the inside. Rui gradually finsihed his drink then got up to leave. He had reached in his pocket for a tip for the bartender when he heard a scream from behind him. Rui turned his head slightly to see what all the ruckus was about. In the back of the saloon there was a table full of men in dirty brown cloaks. They had a waitress laid over three of the men’s laps and the remaining three were fondling her. Rui, instead of leaving, sat back down at the bar and beckoned the bar tender to him. “What’s with the six creeps over there?” he asked. Rui spoke to the bar tender, but his eyes never left the men’s table.
“They’re members of the Reycuton Family Slave Traders. They truly sicken me.” the bar tender then spat into a glass he was holding and began to wipe it off furiously, “If only I was your age again. I’d show em’ a thing or two.” Rui continued to stare at the “gang” of men as they ripped off the girl’s shirt. Rui stood up and turned to walk to the gang’s table, but the bar tender grabbed his wrist. “I know you ain’t not gonna’ do what I think you’s gonna’ do.” he said, “It’d be suicide kid! Don’t do it!” At this Rui smirked.
“Suicide? Heh…To be honest I’m doing t cause I need some fun!” Rui pulled out his forty-four magnum and fired one shot that echoed through out the saloon. Everyone in the small building got quiet, and even the jukebox stopped to change songs. One of the slave traders stood up with a look of rage on his face and the tip of his ear bleeding. His beady little eyes searched the room for bullet’s master. The others threw the girl to the ground and stood up also.
“Who fired that gu-!?” Rui didn’t even try to hide his weapon, he wasn’t afraid of a fight; he welcomed the oncoming gun fight with opened arms. His armored hand held his weapon with confidence and his other took off his cloak, revealing his shotgun that was slung over his back. All of the viewers in the saloon stood to their feet, ready to run if the inevitable happened.
“Well, well, well…if it isn’t a lil’ hero.” said one of the perverts. He kicked the girl. “Look here missy, your knight in shinning armor is here to save you!” all of the thugs laughed at this. They drew out their own guns and held them loosely at their sides, either they were inexperienced or they took Rui for an amature.
“What’s with the arm kid?” asked one. “You think you’re some kind of bounty hunter or somthin’?” he continued. A chorus of laughter answered him from his friends. Rui smirked.
“Why yes…yes I do.” this made them calm down a little, “My name is Rui Myanako, I AM a bounty hunter.”
Rui stood there with an aurura of confidence surrounding him. The thugs had stopped laughing when he mentioned his name. They now stood there starring in shock at the young man infront of them.
“Hah ha! There’s no way that this puny little runt could be a bounty hunter!” said a rather fat member of the gang. The others loosened up and began to laugh again, which was just the thing Rui had been waiting for. He quickly brought his magnum up and fired at the fat moron. That was shot number two for his six shooter. The bullet connected square in the middle of his forehead; the force of the powerful gun made him jerk backwards, smacking into the wall behind him! Blood oozed out of the fatal wound, creating a nice puddle for the plump, lifeless, body to fall into. The other goons turned their heads slowly to see their commrad’s limp body.
“H-he killed him…he killed Marco!” said a bearded thug as all of the other men turned back to stare at their attacker.
“Naw, he just caught us off-guard!” said a large, muscular one. He drew out a nine millimeter hand-gun and aimed it at Rui, and Rui targeted him causing him to hesitate.
“Are you off-guard now?” he fired yet another shot, knocking the man to the floor; his body making another pool of blood. There went bullet nember three. The girl they had been harassing slowly crawled away, noticing that her attackers had something else on their minds, but one rather ugly looking man saw her attempt at escape.
“Where do ya’ think you is goin’ bitch?” The girl got up and ran towards Rui at the sound of the guy’s voice. The man reached for her, but another blast from Rui’s deadly weapon stopped him in his tracks! He howled in pain as he grasped his wounded hand, a bullet hole going straight through it; shot number four!
“Have I proved myself yet, or do I have to waste more bullets on your pitiful skulls?” Rui smirked then turned his attention to the girl who was now hiding behind him. “Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be ok.” The girl nodded, but then her eyes widdened in shock. Suddenly gunshots echoed a hundred times or more through the empty saloon, but all Rui did was smirk as the bullets stopped inches from his back! Ripples ran through the air in the area around them as if it had hit a liquid-ish wall.
Rui spun around, fireing his remaining two bullets, killing the bearded thug and also killing a short one. Rui walked over and picked up his cloak and tossed it at the girls feet. “You may want to put that on ma’am.” The girl looked down at her exposed chest, blushed, and then quickly wrapped herself up in the cloak. “Th-thank you.” she said still blushing. Rui snapped his fingers and Zelos came flying in with a small hand held computer in it’s claws. Rui sat down in a nearby chair and held out his hand which Zelos dropped the small Pocket P.C. Zelos then relaxed on Rui’s shoulder. “Computer,” the P.P.C blipped on, “I need the bounties on five-.” Rui noticed the ugly one still crying over his hand. “Six members of the R.F.S.T.” The computer ran through many thumbnail pictures before Rui told it to stop.
He then picked out the five he had killed and was pleased to see the ‘Dead or Alive’ symbol next to their photos. He was even more pleased when he saw that each of them had a two thousand credit bounty on their heads. “Heh…Old man.” Rui turned to the bartender. “You got a sack I can borrow?” The bartender nodded and ducked down under the counter looking for one.
“Excuse me sir?” the girl asked. “Is there anything I can do to repay you?” Rui shook his head. “Nothing at all?” Rui stood up.
“I said no. I don’t need your thanks.” Rui caught a bag that the bartender threw at him. “Besides, what would your parents think when they heard you slept with a bounty hunter?” Rui smiled with a handsome ‘maybe later’ look in his eyes which caused the waitress to blush and smile softly. Rui then turned and walked over to the ugly thug, picking him up by his collar. “Listen here handsome.” he growled sarcasticly, “I want you to put all of you and your friends’ weapons, ammo, and cash in this bag.” Rui shoved the bag into the guys chest and tossed him to the floor. “And don’t try anything funny. I’d rather not reload just for you.” The man began to do as he was told, flinching every time he picked up a weapon. Partialy because that he had to touch his friends’ dead bodies, but mostly because of his injured hand. It took him about ten minutes to gather the things, and in that time Rui had called the authorities. Rui sat there twirling his hunters badge between his armored fingers, flirting with the waitress whom he had just saved. “H-here’s the stuff.” wimpered the man. Rui looked down at him and saw a fine piece of jewelry hanging out of his pocket. Rui snatched it away and examined it. It was a golden pocket watch.
“P-please give that back s-sir! I-…It was my father’s.” the man wimpered again, this supprised Rui. A commen criminal begging for a family arloom; Rui reloaded his gun.
“I want you to gather up your friends personal belongings. All their valuables…bring them to me.” the thug backed away slightly. “If you do so, then and only then will you get this watch back.” The man nodded and quickly began to take his friends’ jewelry; even a set of car keys. He quickly placed them in the bag and held out his hands for the watch. Rui smirked and went to put it in his pocket, Rui saw the look of shock and anguish that his face took and tossed the watch to him; making him catch it. “Get out of here.” he said.
“Wha-what?” asked the man, dumbfounded
“I’m letting you escape you stupid son of a-.” The man ran out of the saloon before Rui could finish.
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Rui was once again riding throught the desert, but this time he was in the cool cockpit of a hover truck, and his bike was securly fastened in the bed of the truck. He was unable to find any information on the bandit that he was pursuing, but was still happy with the load he got for those fools and for the night he had spent there. He held the girl’s picture in his hand. Written on it was: “I’ll miss you. Love Clara.” Rui rolled his eyes and released the picture, letting it fly out of the open window. Now all he had to do was pawn off their guns and jewelry and he’d consider his weekend productive. Rui turned on the radio and let his arm hang out the window. He drove on for the next thirty minutes relaxing and listining to the radio with Zelos until he saw something glistining in the sun light a few miles off the rode. He turned and headed towards it. He got about a block away from it when it began to take shape. It was a tent, and a big one at that. There was a sheet of metal hanging down infront of it which was causing the glint. He came to a stop infront of it and got out to study it, Zelos lazily perched on his head. The sun was warm on his skin, he was actually glad he let the waitress keep his cloak. Suddenly he heard a groan come from inside the tent. Rui unzipped the entrance and walked in. He was supprised to see a dark skinned young man laying inside, obviously dehitrated.
“Are you ok?” asked Rui as he pulled a cantine out of his back pocket. The man rolled over and Rui was shocked to see that his left arm was covered with armor like his right. The young man snatched the cantine out of his hand and guzzeled down the continents.
“Aaaah! I’m alive again!” he cryed out. “I really thought I was gonna die out here. Thanks man!”
“You are a hunter?” asked Rui who was still off guard.
“Yeah… I was on an assigned mission from some fat-ass bank manager. He said I’ad to catch some robber kitty-chick.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a photo which he tossed to Rui. Rui caught it and saw that the girl in the picture was the same as his. Rui bent down and pulled out his photo of her.
“Looks like we have the same target.” Rui handed him his picture and stood back up.
“Well no shit.” said the guy as he looked at the photo. He stood up and put his hand in his pocket, the armored one still holding the picture in front of his face. He was wearing a red t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans that sagged down a few inches, revealing the top of his blue and white stripped boxers. He had a toned muscular build and looked to be around a year older then the twenty-one year old Rui. “Looks like we’s workin’ together, the name’s Jam-.” he pulled the picture down to find himself starring down the barrel of Rui’s forty-four, “-mie…Hold up dude! What in the name of God do ya’ think you’s doin’!?” he yelped, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face.
“We are not ‘working’ together. We’re working against each other. After the old bastard gave me the info I left.” Rui pulled back the hammer of his gun.
“Hold up man, chill! I’m unarmed see!” He raised his hands in the air, revealing his empty shoulder holsters. “See?” Rui sut away his gun and turned to walk out of the tent. “Hold on man! Some fuckers stole my car and guns!”
He followed Rui out of the tent, “Is you really gonna’ just leave me here?” Rui got in his new hov.truck and turned the ignition key. “C’mon man!” Rui pressed down on the accelerator and pulled off. He got about twenty feet away when…”I’LL PAY YOU!!!” Rui’s truck came to an abrubt stop and sped back to Jammie’s tent in reverse.
“Maybe we can work something out.” Rui said with a greedy smile.
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Rui was now driving through the desert with a passenger. That passenger was the very talkative Jammie Valley. Rui was able to put up with the talking because he was, well, loaded. “Hey man, where’d ya get the gear?” Rui looked over and saw that Jammie had gotten into his bag.
“Stay out of my belongings!” Rui snatched away the bag.
“I don’t think that shit’s your’s.” Jammie said in a ‘I know somthing about you’ tone.
“And what makes you think that sherlock?”
“The fact that you usin’ a nine’ would be crazy and plus, this thing hasn’t been fired in three days atleast.” Rui got a ”how’d you guess that” look on his face and Jammie smiled in response. “And you your pants pockets are too small and your shirt pocket’s over your heart, so that means that you’s right handed.” he pointed at Rui’s armored right arm. “And I don’t think you could use a customized left handed weapon.” Rui’s jaw dropped. “N-…not bad.”
“Thanks.”
“This guy is a pretty good detective, I could probably use him.” Rui thought. Rui opened his mouth to speek, but Jammie cut him off. “Yeah, I know I’s good! And I’ll be happy to take half the bounty.” Jammie smirked. “Or we can fight to the death when we get it.” Now Jammie was being sarcastic, but he was talking to probably the most serious guy on Zeeb.
“Deal.”
“Wha?… Oh! Yeah, you get twenty-five hundred G’s and I get twenty-five hundred-.”
“No, I was making a deal with the fight to the death part.”
“WHAT!?”
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Well that’s it. Basically that’s me from about three years ago. My writting style(i think) has changed drastically but I’m still not sure.
Well ya’ll know the drill, hit me up with a comment!
