[i]"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."[/i] -Stephen King on [i]Real Monsters[/i] [b][u]Contractors and Contractees[/u][/b] [u]Dojoville, 0000 hours[/u] [i]The quiet sobbing of a man was audible in the silence of night; his racking coughs, sniffs, and ultimately, the purely sad, pitiful sound of his cries that screamed to the dark, cloudy sky. In his dark alleyway, this man... was truly a saddening sight, an image that reflected the cruelty of humanity. The mercilessness. The depressive sounds of this man masked the soft footsteps of another. The second man towered above the first, as the first was curled up in a fetal position on the ground. The second man stood at a decent height of 5'11", an ectomorph body type. His hair was shaggy, artfully messy, and jet black, while his eyes were a dark green. For the second man's apparel, he donned a black, leather trench coat, the coat ending just below his knees. Underneath was a simple, army green, plain t-shirt, and a pair of black combat pants and boots. They looked rather clean; not recently washed, but not dirtied by dust and the like. On his hands were a pair of black, skintight gloves, that clearly served a purpose other than warmth. On his back was a [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/dc/4f/39dc4fee3f08132d5490f4c22d03b1be.jpg]large sword[/url], 4'6" in length. Its color scheme was gold and silver; it had a kind of futuristic look to it, rather sleek, shiny, yet deadly. The material used to make the sword could not be determined; its blade looked to be silver, with a streak of gold running down its center, but upon closer inspection, that was clearly not the case. Holstered on the second man's left were a few items; a [url=http://i.imgur.com/XirWanC.jpg]handgun[/url], along with several compartments storing .50 caliber bullets. The other two items were both foldable [url=https://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/6743/16891559.1b/0_12ab5e_a8f65530_XL.jpg]knives[/url], folded closed and stowed beside the handgun. Finally, holstered at his right side was a [url=http://imgs.abduzeedo.com/files/articles/cool-futuristic-weapon-designs/max-hoek-destinyweapon1.jpg?1428843196]rifle.[/url] The entire rifle was some shade of gray, making for a rather unnoticeable design. As the second man approached the first, his eyes were filled with pity, and sorrow. The first man looked up. There was pleading in his own eyes; now that his face was raised, he looked starved. Dirty, homeless. Heartbroken, as well. As their eyes met each others, the second man understood. Without either of them exchanging a single word, the second man silently drew his handgun from its holster. He pointed the barrel at the first man, loaded a single bullet, and pulled the trigger. The massive .50 caliber bullet flew from the gun to the man's head in an instant, breaking the sound barrier; the sound of the gunshot rang throughout the alleyway and through the streets of Dojoville, shattering the silence of the night. The sound of sobbing was immediately cut off, replaced by the hollow, lifeless thunk of the first man's corpse hitting the concrete ground. A moment's stillness from the second man, before he turned away, exiting the alleyway. However, just then, a loud crashing sound was heard to the man's left. Upon turning towards the noise, three figures could be seen. Two men, and a single woman; they each looked extremely muscular, yet still slim; their eyes were filled with a burning anger, and a deep sorrow that could make a fully grown male cry. The man leaving the alleyway immediately recognized that sight. They were Contractees. Slowly, his hands clenched into fists. Immediately, they ignited; black lightning and green flames exploded into existence on his fists, swirling around each other to fuse together, to create a unique energy; firetricity. The man entered a combat position; poised to attack; but it was three Contractees against one, and as such, he looked around to see if there was anybody to aid him.[/i][spoiler]Open. This is gonna be full of exterminating human lab rats (the Contractees), and a connection to a little mini-thing I'm making up on the fly.[/spoiler]