[hider=Backstory]"fifteen, thirty five..sixty!" John the police officer chuckled as he counted the stolen cash in his hand, his partner Jeb smiled, a broken tooth had been in Jeb's mouth, one he gotten after a bad day at work, the two had been sitting at a small broken down restaurant known as Burger Palace, a mysterious fluid dripped from the ceiling into a bucket in the corner, Jeb was certain that his hamburger twitched. The two had "confiscated" the money from a elf woman they found on the streets, She had done nothing wrong, but that didn't stop the two officer's, they both had beaten her to death and took everything they could find on her corpse, including her coat which Jeb wore.

The restaurant door opened, the two didn't bother to check who it is, John looked at Jeb, "You should've seen the look on the chicks face, she was all like "please stop it huuuuurts~"" John joked, he squinted his eyes and spoke in a feminine high-pitched voice, they didn't even notice a man wearing a motorcycle helmet approach them.

Jeb laughed, then a loud bang burst his eardrums as a bullet went through the side of his skull, painting John and the window next to him with blood. Jake threw John to the floor and pinned him to his back, slapping  handcuffs onto John's legs and arms, he got up and pulled John by the leg out of restaurant and to a big white van, he threw John into the back, John yelped in pain as his face collided with the floor of the Van, his face dripping with blood.

Jake got in the van and drove out of the city, watching the bleak grey road in front of him, he passed by a hospital, the one his wife Claire had worked at. Oh Claire, sweet innocent Claire. The only reason he was in this shithole of a city was because of her, Jake didn't know what she saw, it was ironic, she loved elves, yet it didn't stop a gang of them from placing her severed head on a stick.

Jake felt a vast emptiness inside him, a life without his wife was like a picture without color, sometimes he thought of just ending it all, but he couldn't. not while this city was still infested with criminal scum.

Jake kept his eyes on the road and sped up, he didn’t want to see the hospital anymore.

Jake used to work with John, or “dealt with” is a better way to put it, Jake fought to restore order to Belwyn, while John simply basked in it’s flith. When the Steel Lances shoved Claire’s head on a spike, John was paid to look the other way. The thought had sickened Jake to his stomach, his wife’s life was worth no more than a couple dollars.

The road came up to a cliff, he parked the van, he opened it and dragged John out by the leg, “Let me go you piece of shit!” John yelled, spitting blood at Jake, Jake responded by sending his foot crashing down on the man’s stomach wordlessly, causing John to yelp in pain. Jake threw John to the slide of the cliff, he seized him by the head and forced John to stare down the clifff, onto the jagged teeth of the bottom, if the fall didn’t kill him, John would simply drown in the ocean surrounding it.

[color=Lavender]”What does Justice mean. You piece of shit[/color] Jake demanded, his voice was tired and strained, Jake sounded like he hadn’t slept in a week.

“Fuck you!” John spat in Jake’s face, Jake responded by slamming his fist down on John’s face.

John’s lack of a good answer made Jake exhausted, he expected something meaningful. Especially since John was only one shove away from death

[color=Lavender]”How much did the Steel Lances pay you?”[/color] Jake’s voice was full of contempt and hate [color=Lavender]”How much did my wife’s life cost?!”[/color] he yelled. Pulling John’s mangled face from the ground. 

“Fifty bucks” John replied with a smirk. Jake felt rage burn in his veins.

[color=Lavender]”So was it worth it!?[/color] Jake yelled, he had came to the cliff full of apathy, but John brung out Jake’s anger.

“Worth what.”

[color=Lavender]”Your life”[/color] Jake pushed John off the cliff, sending him soaring to the bottom, John’s head collided with a rock, leaving the rock sticky with blood. John’s mangled corpse disappeared to the bottom of the ocean.

Jake got back into his van, he needed a drink. Or five.[/hider]


Jake parked his motorcycle by a apartment, he was looking for some scumbag drug dealer named Loganson, Human or not, Loganson was a crook and all crooks need to be culled. 

Jake got off the motorcycle, his face still obscured by the helmet, he had cleaned his helmet and clothes earlier, now he was now longer stained in the blood of twenty dead elves. he spotted his target, face down on the ground surrounded by some scumbag dwarf. ([@Pleek]) Jake had been spying on most of the inhabitants of Belwyn, he knew who was naughty and nice, he also knew where the naughty lived. Jake had never seen the dwarf before, he guessed she was just some other scumbag. though Jake came to kill Loganson, not this Cave Hoarder.

[color=Lavender]"Get out of here Rockhumper"[/color] Jake's voice had been laced with hatred. he hated dwarves, almost every dwarf he met was some greedy, smelly asshole. Jake walked up to her and shoved her with his right hand, he reached into the holster of his revolver and put it up to Loganson's head, he fired a shot into Loganson's skull, blasting his brain's onto the pavement infront of him.