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Brynn stood in the wreckage of what was once the main street of Yharnam, bloody and full of gunshot wounds. The prized sword he once held proudly became nothing but a shell of its former self; nothing but shattered steel and a dull blade. The battle ripped through most of the city. It was abandoned quickly; the one good thing about the Breaker Research and Restriction Federation is that they have prompt evacuation response. Within two minutes of the start of the battle people were already being rushed to safe zones. Most people have not seen two S-Class Breakers before, let alone what damage they can incur. The B.R.F.'s special forces were on standby to subdue whoever won. They weren't planning on stopping the fight, only to study the two in action. They didn't care about casualties, their only interest in the incident was studying the Breakers in action. Brynn stood over the person who was once his only friend. Breathing became harder and harder as he realized what he had done. With the last of his strength he defended her lifeless body from the approaching B.R.F. agents. He had slain five before he was subdued and taken to their medical facility.
Brynn woke to several "doctors" around him, taking blood samples and doing other tests. He could see Cale across from him. He tried to reach out though he realized that he was strapped to the bed. Brynn couldn't even make a sound. He could hear them talking to Cale, she must have still been alive.
"There isn't enough time. You both won't survive at this rate....we can still save him but...I understand. We'll let you two talk and begin the operation."
Operation?
"Are you sure about this? There will be no way to...Alright. Get him under anesthetic."
After that, Brynn blacked out. He awoke some time later with Cale sitting in the chair near him.
You're up. You probably can't talk yet, don't worry about that. I'm not going to make it, Brynn. I want you to know that its not your fault. I didn't really have a choice in fighting you. If you died then they would have killed me anyway. Its better this way. Just remember one thing: You're going to suffer my curse; now and forever more.
The scientists rushed in the room, all somber. Brynn couldn't understand what they were saying. All he heard was that she was already gone. He looked over to the chair and saw nothing.


Its just a job, stop worrying. Brynn was nervous, the first time for that in almost a year. Its been jamming again, I need to adjust it. Damn thing; how in the hell does it still work?
You should know, you made it.
Shut up. Just go away.
He could still see Cale and hear her voice. Not matter what changed for him, that never did.

I don't like this. It doesn't feel right.
Brynn had made his way to Byrgenwerth Square; a place he wasn't too keen on being near. Too many criminals in one space, all untrustworthy. Some glared at him, probably former residents of Yharnam before it was destroyed. One stood up and pointed to him.
"YOU! Its all your fault! I lost everything, why the hell are you still alive?!"
Suddenly he was surrounded in every direction. Brynn ignored them and tried to keep walking until he was pushed back into the center.
"Let me pass already. I'm not here to cause trouble. I just need a bite to eat."
"Hell no! You're here to die! GRAB HIM!", the leader of the mob screamed out and everyone moved at once. Brynn let a smirk grow across his face.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
He put his finger on the trigger of his sheath, ready to pull it when the time is right. "Come on." The mob was shaken but wasted no time in rushing him, but Brynn was one step ahead.
Don't kill them, Brynn.
He gritted his teeth and moved his hand away. Is she trying to kill me? He had no choice. Brynn broke through the crowd at breakneck speed; none of the mob could even see it happen.
Next time, I won't listen to her.
Its not your decision.


Brynn had his sights on his target; the small time drug lord The Old Iron King. He was becoming a problem for the Byrgenwerth Police Department, that's how he got this job. They heard that Breakers were good at getting things done, and Brynn was the best at it. He never told his clients his name, nor did his targets know. He was only known as Breaker to them.
He leapt from his vantage point and down onto the first guard.
"Sorry to drop in like this. The door was locked."
"Is this some kind of joke?", the King bellowed. "Go, kill him now!"
Three other guards ran at him, and Brynn pulled the trigger on his sheath. The sword shot out blindly fast and hit a guard on the head, rebounding into the air. Brynn grabbed it and in one motion struck down the second guard. The Old Iron King was stunned, but quickly snapped out of it. "Well, what are you waiting for?! GO get HIM!"
Brynn took care of every last one of the guards. All except King.
"I'll...I'll kill you!" King screamed at him and shot his gun. Brynn feared the worst and saw the bullet fly right towards his eye. He shut it and everything was black.
Open your eyes.
Slowly, he listened. His face had ashes on it; remnants of the once deadly bullet. Brynn could feel something burning in him.
This was my power; fire. Now it is yours. You and I are the Archon of Fire. We can control it at will.
He could feel the steel of his blade began to heat up until it was engulfed in flames and all he could do is smile at the large man cowering in front of him.
"Oh man, this is gonna be fun."
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