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Dark Deeds; Easy Quest
Topic Started: Aug 7 2017, 12:40 PM (204 Views)
Volg Zangief
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Dark Deeds

Difficulty: Easy

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Sometimes the most frightening enemy is not the most powerful... The village of Verke is finding out the true nature of evil and terror can often strike quietly. Six children have disappeared from the village in the space of three weeks, all have been found murdered in the most horrible ways. All signs point to a human killer, but he has not left enough clues to reveal his identity. The authorities from the larger cities have been too busy to offer much aid and the village doesn't have the resources to catch the killer on their own. They have offered what tiny reward they could manage in hopes of finding a champion. How do you find a foe that you cannot pick out on a scouter? How do you tell who is the evil hidden among these poor souls? Most importantly, how many more children will die before the killer is stopped?

Reward: +300 zeni, +2 DP, +20 all stats, +2 rp Credits
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Mommy?

The door creaked open. A putrid smell leaked in as a shadow entered, blocking the lamplight.

Daddy?

It was too late, they couldn't save him. They'd miss him, wouldn't they?

"No," the shadow replied.


Volg lurched awake. The train ground to a stop at the Verke station. Everyone else was already standing with bags in hand, waiting for the doors to open.

A man with a splotchy beard stared. Had he been watching him sleep? "Feeling alright, young man?"

Alright? Far from it. "I'm fine," he replied.

He was the last to exit, dressed in slacks and suspenders. A pleated white button down and a charcoal overcoat delayed the cold. His gloves, wraps, and shorts were in the duffel bag at his side. The station was underwhelming, and he hadn't expected much. Tarnished wood in the ceiling. Mold in the grout of the tile floor. There was a single desk furnishing the room with a bell and a sign that read "OUT". The rest of it had faded beyond recognition.

Volg spotted his driver holding a sign with the fighter's name on it. His employers had paid for his passage, sent a car, and offered to house him. He greeted the man then followed to a town car waiting on the street side of the station. The inside of it was comfortable, but the train ride had been so long he ached to stretch his legs. Their route took them through the heart of the city. On every storefront and lamp post there were pictures of children. Each one had bold text at the bottom, but he couldn't read them in the grey afternoon light.

It reminded him of his dream. "What's the deal with all those pictures?" Volg questioned the driver.

The man flinched. "They didn't tell you?"

Who was they? The client? "I guess not."

"There's been a series of..." He shuddered. "Someone is committing violence against children."
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The pictures were morbid. Snapshots of what was, and what might have been. Volg assumed that the children were missing; they were dead. Six of them. Their pictures appeared over and over again. The driver explained that visitors received intense scrutiny. The killer had to be local.

Volg stared straight ahead, frozen. "Do they have a suspect?"

"They do." The driver stopped short.

"Who?" The boxer rubbed his knuckles. They were pale.

"You'll be meeting them shortly."

There were only 7 children in the village of Verke. The survivor, Gill, was the son to Hank and Lisa Ubiystvo. Days ago they reached out to a traveling fighter that toured in the east. Hank was protective. He wanted to learn combat, for when the killer came for his son. The monster would find himself outmatched. And yet, each of the previous murders had occurred within a week of each other. A month had passed, and not a peep from the killer.

The town car turned left onto a single lane road shortly after passing the town square. Business fronts fell away to dew painted countryside. When they'd gone a few miles a neat row of trees rose on either side of the road to greet them. At their end, a mansion presides. The road forked into a round about with a fountain at the center. They passed the guard station and the afternoon patrol on their way to the entry.

A servant in black and white opened Volg's door. "Welcome, master Zangief."

Master? Were they being too formal or would he have to correct their expectations? Volg was strong, but because of the power, his desire for strength granted him. He couldn't attribute his success in combat to mastery, as he'd only been boxing for a few years. While he trained every day, he was far from considering himself an expert.
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Lisa Ubiystvo was waiting for him on the front porch. She was wearing black, and had been since the start of the ordeal. Her eyes were puffy, but she painted on a warm smile like she was meeting an old friend. The woman was frail, and so thin she looked sharp.

Volg climbed the stairs and embraced her hand. What could he say?

She relieved him by speaking first. "Thank you for coming."

Deep breath. He should speak his mind. "I know this must be hard for you."

Lisa pursed her lips, turning her head before he could see a tear. She lead him through a set of double doors away from the lavished porch into a fancier hall. They passed too many closed doors for him to count, following the hall straight into a dining room. The vaulted ceiling was so high it disappeared into shadow.

At the center of the room sat Hank and Gill. They occupied half of four chairs set at a dining table long enough to seat twenty. One chair was at the head of the table, where Hank sat. He was a large man with a barrel chest. His thick arms, set like tree trunks, propped up his face. Mr. Ubiystvo flushed red, like a man that had one drink to many, but the table was clear. Gill took after his father, but carried extra weight without the muscle to hold it in place. He was tracing the table's wood grain with a chubby finger.

"Your guest is here," Lisa said. Her earlier thanks didn't reflect in her tone.

Hank didn't look up. "Good, tell the cook. I'm starving." Gill didn't seem to notice their entry at all.

Lisa walked by the length of the table and out the door at the other end. The moment it closed behind her, Hank jumped from his seat.
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Hank was a lot faster than he looked. He scrambled across the room like a great dane on ice skates, reaching the boxer but tumbling over in front of him. Volg caught him by the shoulders. His suit was damp with sweat, and his face turned redder every moment. It was a miracle that he'd looked so careless, sitting at the table before, he was anything but relaxed. Hank was murmuring something, looking far off into the distance.

Volg gave him a shake. "What's wrong with you?"

"H-h-help me," he hissed.

Help with what? Had he been this panicked during the entire wait for Volg to get there? "I'm here, I'm here to help you."

"It's her." Mr. Ubiystvo turned white.

"What?"

"She killed them." He started to tremble. "She's going to kill all us all, she- she's coming!"

What in hell was he on about? This couldn't be good. Volg followed Hank's eyes to the door at the end of the room. He couldn't mean it, right? Hank is mistaken. There was no sound, but he could feel something.

A sharp pressure set into his temples. Heat flashed across his eyes, so he shut them tight. The air was frigid on his skin. Where was this power coming from? He pushed Hank to the side, reaching for his bag. The gloves, where were they? If he didn't have them now, it might be too late. There wouldn't be time to teach, but he could defend. He saw them, but his reach fell short. The power he sensed disappeared as the door opened. Lisa stepped into the room holding a tray of steaming cups.

"Now Hank, let's find our seats again," she chastised.

"No food?" Hank's attitude flipped like a switch. He was gruff again, disinterested. But he did as she said.
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There was music in the air. A melody as old as time; the song of supper. Chewing mouths and silverware percussion unraveled the time passing before them. Did he dare interrupt? What would he say? Volg imagined himself jumping to his feet, shouting your husband told me you're a killer. She still sniffled in between bites. But they arranged for him to stay for two whole weeks, would he stay silent the entire time? That couldn't be too hard.

Hank stole his hope away. "The boxer told me about some talk in town."

Sniff "What sort of talk?" Lisa put down her fork.

Stuffing his mouth full, Hank continued. "About the killings."

The music halted. Volg shook his head. "I just asked about the pictures."

"What pictures?" The shakiness in Lisa's voice was gone.

"The..." Deep breath. "Deceased children."

Lisa dropped her face into her hands. The sobbing was unnatural, it almost sounded like laughter from across the table. He sensed that power coming back. It was desperate and dangerous. Volg looked across the table at Hank, who was gesturing wildly by drawing a finger in a straight line across his neck. This was never a training job, it was an assassination. Hank knew who the killer was the entire time. Why did he reach out to him? Was he the closest fighter to this backwater town? What terrible luck.

Just as he was starting to feel sorry for himself in earnest, Lisa stood up. "You think you can protect this town from the killer?" she asked.

"I'm only here to train your husband," Volg clenched his fists.

To his surprise, Lisa began to float. She landed on the table, walking toward the end where he sat. Gill didn't notice, continuing to create that invisible finger painting on the wood. Was he really her son? What a strange life he must live. Hank covered his eyes but opened a slit to watch through. His eyes were wide again, his face red. They had seen this before.
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Volg's heart sank when he saw Lisa's hand start to glow. I've done myself in, he thought. I trained hard every day to win inside the ring, and now I'll die at the dinner table. She wouldn't want him to spread the word that she was the killer. Hank said she would kill them all. How strong was she? Could she kill the entire village? The entire country? How many lives are depending on me right now, he asked himself.

The glow in Lisa's hand turned into a ball of plasma. She threw it with a hard underhand swing, hard enough to split the table in two. Before fear could paralyze him Volg snapped his guard into place. He expected it to burn, but his first sensation was a dull ache, down to his bone. His senses cried out in shock. Guard destroyed, he flew through the dining room door and down the hall. The world was spinning. He reached out for something to stabilize him and found only dirt. I could escape, he thought. I could run away as fast as my legs can carry me. But they wouldn't. They only stepped forward, back toward the porch. It was sloping now, having lost a support on his egress.

Then he saw her. Blood dripped down into his eye, making her look red. She was floating through the doorway, or what remained of it. How was he supposed to beat that? He couldn't float or shoot energy out of his hands. I have to use that move, he thought. The coach said to only use it if my life was in danger. This definitely qualifies. But I need to set it up right.

Lisa's hand started to glow again. The boxer raised his guard, right hand covering his chin, elbow covering his side. His left hand was forward, elbow low, shoulder out. He began bobbing his head from left to right, then up to down. She wouldn't get him again. Volg watched the glow get bigger like it did before, and then solidify. She thrust her hand out and released it while Volg bobbed in time. It zipped over his shoulder, and he lunged forward. How long before she could shoot another one? It wouldn't matter.

He began charging his ki in his knuckles while stepping in hard, jumping from side to side. I know your move, he thought. And you haven't seen mine. She threw another ball, which he slipped past, followed by another. It was pointless. Before she could realize her position he was within arms reach. His right fist was glowing red, radiating heat so violent that his coat sleeve was turning to smoke. He planted his right foot, cocked his shoulder and twisted his body to launch a straight right. But what was that? In the corner of his eye, there was Gill standing at the doorway. He was tracing with his finger again but in the air. Its eyes, the child's eyes, had lost their pupils and were glowing red.

Volg froze. He looked to Lisa and found terror in her eyes, as Hanks looked before. It was never her. The blood was on her hands, but it wasn't her. His fist throbbed, he'd focused the ki there for too long. This is what coach warned him about. Only throw a killing blow with certainty.

Whatever this was, it wasn't their child. It couldn't be. The pictures posted along the road returned to his mind. Six families destroyed for what looked to be a sadistic pleasure. He couldn't let this continue. If Gill lived, much more would die.

Volg shouldered by Lisa, throwing her into the ground. She gasped, freed from her trance as the demon realized it's peril. The boxer snarled, showing his teeth as he lunged for the creature. Its voice spoke to him in the last moment, stating both a threat and begging for mercy. The voice wasn't in language, it was in feeling and intention. In that moment he learned it's name, Gilgamesh. In the next, the boy disintegrated in a terrible explosion as the blast punch connected.

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Volg left the village of Verke on the same train which he arrived. After the struggle at the mansion, Gill's "parents" lost all recollection of him. There were no remains, his form was never corporeal. As he watched the buildings crawl into the distance the boxer he could still feel him. It was faint, but it was there.

That went off the rails, he thought. I could use a little time off to catch up on my training. I could use some time to heal too, my hand hurts like hell. The overcharged blast punch left him with a damaged right fist. His right straight was essential to his strategy, without he'd have to rely on outboxing. While it wasn't his preferred style, outboxing was his greatest strength.

He loved infighting. The thrill of getting too close and relying on reflex and ferocity was intoxicating. But outboxing was best when it came to real fights and real danger. It allowed him to learn his opponent from a distance and make opportune strikes. He thought of how he could have applied it to the fight with Lisa and remembered her blasts. That was something he couldn't ignore. No amount of calculated punching could outdo shooting lasers from your hands. Or could it? If I decide to find out, he thought, I shouldn't gamble my life on it. Better safe than dead.

There was a spot he loved to train in that wasn't far. As a child, his mother had taken him there. Opekun mountain sat on the eastern side of a wide inlet before it journeyed south. Moist winds blew in from the west every year, bringing bountiful rain. Clouds that formed in the inlet drained their harvest before they could cross. The eastern side of the mountain was dry, barren. There lived only a few people there who gathered their water from an underground river. It wound all the way down into the mouth of a great cave that released into the valley. The valley was bountiful. In sharp contrast to its eastern half, the western half of Opekun mountain was a nod to Eden. It was bright green in all times of the year; even with the surrounding area packed tight with snow. It supported a variety of plant and animal life, but the gardenias were dominant.

The Gardenias flourished green for the entire year. But in the late summer and fall, they bloom. Its flower could be mistaken for a white rose, delicate and impeccable. But Volg's heart was with their smell. The flower's scent was sweet and warm. It made one envy the mountain bees who lived to chase its nectar. Unlike other flowery trees, the smell never overwhelmed. Instead, it danced on the hillside without offense, a tickle rather than a slap. Whenever Volg smelled it he transported there. Back to that clearing, nestled on west Opekun. The trees parted in a perfect circle several meters across. He could picture their picnic blanket there now. For a moment he was there again, with her. That smile was lovely and devastating. His chest felt hollow. And yet, it was a comfort to feel something there at all. Mother, I pray I'll see you again. He thought to himself, eyes wet. Not too soon, but not too long. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. He closed his eyes, feeling the sun on his skin. In these moments he could hear her voice. Be strong, she said. Only the brave can love.

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