[b][u]Title: Y'deserve this.. Time: 12:34 PM. Location: Dojoville.[/u][/b] [i]Jason silently stalked the streets of Dojoville, heading towards one of the less populated areas of the town as the sun beamed down on him, giving his form a bright orange hue while he walked the stone pavement that made the streets, his metal boots sounding hollow on the floor. The armoury that were all of his guns clanked softly against the armour the vengeful old man was wearing, making people look over to him - though none seemed worried; the warriors of the Dojo usually were seen with weapons. He was in his usual attire: a silver suit of ceramic and titanium, as well as reinforced steel. The large, horizontal, light blue visor was probably the weakest party - t'was just a thick plate of bulletproof glass displaying Jason's HUD, after all.. Though it did not worry the man, since his target, this "Remy", wouldn't stand a chance against a lil' slug of depleted uranium crashing into him at ten thousand kilometers per hour - but, Jason did say he wasn't going to kill the kid. Jason was currently carrying only three weapons: a sleek black and silver rail gun with a high powered scope, allowing for very long range engagement; a rather large, SMG-like weapon with a black paintjob, hanging at Jason's right hip, though there was a set of white lines in a square on both the left and right side of the barrel, each thingy having a white skull in the middle.. the barrel mouth was absolutely giant, bigger than even a .50 BMG round; the final weapon was a large, white and black, oddly shaped assault rifle which currently sat in a leather sheath on Jason's back. The area around the grip was a light black, while the rest of the gun was a ceramic white. The words "Jason, proud brother of Lucas" were scratched into the weapon's large trigger. After a few more minutes of walking, a soft growl came from the Ire, his eyes narrowing in disgust. He had found his target, who was currently walking towards him. Blue eyes, muscular, tall, and with a giant sword diagonally across his back.. Must've been Remy, right? Jason stopped walking, the streets being mostly empty since the two were in an area where several massacres happened, caused by both Irina and Jack. Blue eyes met blue eyes, one set filled with fear as Jason raised and aimed his Gauss rifle, a malicious smile on his worn face. Remy tried turning around, right sneaker raised to take a step when a deafening bang was heard as something broke the sound barrier.. and then Remy's left leg was just.. gone. In that instant, a tungsten carbide alloy had left the barrel of Jason's weapon, sped up to eight times the speed of sound by electromagnetic coils, and impacted the top of Remy's left thigh, tearing through cloth, flesh, and bone as if it wasn't even there. The leg flew off with a rain of thick blood, splattering on the pavement in a thick trail as the same liquid flowed from Remy's stump like a crimson waterfall. The amputee fell to the ground in the same instant, hitting the stone pavement with a thud and a gasp, his hands doing.. absolutely nothing. He wasn't even clutching his wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. [/i] "Gotcha now, ya goddamn piece o' shite. Y're the absolute lowest a man can get, y'know? Using a woman - nay, not a woman. A girl. Using a girl for sex! Y're scum, and I'm taking ya back to our lil' place." [i]Jason said rather angrily, his rough and hard voice shaky with bottled rage.. Now, Remy understood what this all was about, tears welling up in his eyes. He.. he did love Olivia.. He felt terrible about what he had done - but that wasn't going to stop this man, and the kid knew that damned well. As Remy laid there, on his chest, the pissed off Ire took aim at his second leg, pulling the trigger without a second thought.. More pain, more blood. Remy's lower abdomen was laying in a pool of blood by now. Jason took his right hand off his menacing murder gun. His right, now free prosthetic hand started shifting and changing, the entire hand along with the armour shifting back over the wrist and forearm, showing a stump which was glowing with pure heat. Jason spoke, his voice cold and chilling to the bone,[/i] "Gonna cauterize yer wounds.. Don't want y'to bleed out on lil' ol' me, now do we, eh? Nay, not even our Saint Jose can save ya now." [i]Remy.. was confused, to say the least. Confused about this man's weapon. Confused about this man in general. Was he even a man? Truly, the Chosen Undead had seen quite a few weird things that weren't seen in Lordran already.. but this took the cake. The pissed off Ire, once standing by Remy's stumps, squatted down with a groan, his bones cracking and popping audibly. He pressed the hot iron of his right arm against the first wound, making Remy scream out in pain as the flesh was seared and burnt to closing. Then the second wound, and another cry of pain. Once done, the hand and armour shifted back, forming just.. a hand again. A hand that swiftly grasped the grip of Jason's gun. Jason slowly got up, and he walked.. well, over Remy, his feet to both of the manipulative cuck's sides. The Ire took aim at Remy's right and most dominant arm, and pulled the trigger, blasting a hole the size of a baseball where the arm and body connected, and also cracking the concrete beneath the two. The second arm soon followed, then more burning pain.. Remy was so, so close to passing out.. So close to ending this pain.. So close, yet so far.. [b]Quite some time later. [/b] Jason dragged a broken, beaten, and battered Remy through the gate of the Dojo, his right hand having grabbed onto Remy's long, dark brown hair. The slightly less pissed off guy let the Dark Lord go, making him fall to the ground since he was not just a torso with a a head.. All the things necessary to stay alive. Jason then left the man there, leaving to find his younger brother. When I said that Remy now only had the essentials to live.. I wasn't kidding. His arms and legs were gone, eyelids were shut with dried up blood, his entire chin was covered in dried blood, his tongue having been forcefully fed to him, along with his eyes, and his.. privates. All in all, Remy was a husk of a person.[/i] [spoiler]Open! Remy's.. grand return, I guess. Poor dude..[/spoiler]