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The Hakami Legacy
Book 1- The One Called Hakami
Chapter 1- The Beginning
It was a late, stormy night in West City. It's citizens were all asleep in their beds, blissfully unaware of the danger slowly nearing. Only a few miles away, in the Western Forest, a group of vampiric killers were preparing their attack on the city. Their leader, Sypher Blackwillow was shouting orders to his obedient soldiers in military fashion. They worked restlessly under the falling rain anticipating their coming, "meal." Sypher watched in the background smiling a wicked grin which showed two deadly fangs at each corner of his mouth.
The lesser men were just finishing their preparations when he rose his hand into the sky. They all stopped immediately, dropping what they held, and turned to their leader. Sypher opened his mouth, but before a word could be said a deafening shot rang out. Sleeping animals awoke, startled by the thunder like roar. The once empty sky suddenly filled with black crows struggling to escape through the treacherous rain. Sypher stood frozen, looking over his team of monstrous murderers, puzzling the shocking sound.
He couldn't quite tell what the shot had been from, but as far as he could see nothing was amiss. He dropped his hand with a sigh of relief, now back in a state of security. That feeling, however, did not last long, as on of his men dropped to the ground, a stream of blood spilling from his heart. Sypher took to steps back astonished at the sight before him. He pointed angrily toward the forest, and his minions followed the gesture. They each turned and began closely examining the area around them.
A sudden flash of lightning, blinded the area for a split second. Within the solid white light Sypher could hear shrilling cries. When it faded all of his men lay on the ground, dead. He backed away, his entire body shaking. He could see a shadowy figure, with eyes that seemed to glow a peircing green slowly approaching him. Sypher quickly reached for the long sword which hung from his belt, but another flash of lightning interrupted him. The figure vanished in the light, and appeared closer as the lightning faded away.
Sypher nearly fell back out of fear alone. He swiftly turned and ran from the man, yelling a frightened tune. He sprinted as fast as he could until he reached his secret cabin hideaway at the edge of the forest. He darted through the door and slamed it behind himself, making carefully sure he locked it as well. He stood there a moment with his hand on the door, listening to see if he was still being followed, he heard nothing. He pressed his back against the door, and began to catch his breath. He couldn't help but laugh at what had just happened, it was that or lose all sense of sanity.
His laughter was abruptly hushed, though, by the sound of shattering glass on the second floor. He jerked his head to the right where the staircase stood. There he saw his pursuer, in full light now. It was a young man, no more the 18 years of age at the most. He had mid length dirty blond hair, with a long bang which swayed back and forth as he moved, completely hiding his right eye from sight. He had a pair of gentle emerald green eyes, which seemed to glow a little even in the light. He wore a black uniform consisting of nothing more than a black dress shirt, and pants, with a pair of carefully kept black dress shoes.
On each hand he wore a black open finger glove, and around his neck hung a golden necklace, bearing a golden cross, the sight of which made Sypher utterly sick. The last thing Sypher noticed before the man finally reached the bottom of the stairs was the rose which was stitched into the upper right hand corner of his shirt. That was the sign of the legendary mercenary group, "Panther's Rose." Sypher knew them all to well, as they had ruined his plans for attacking the city in the past more times then he could count, but this time was different.
Never in the past had one of there attacks been this merciless. This man was obviously different from the others, and he meant business. The man pointed his trusty .45 magnum pistol at Sypher, and took two more steps forward before finally coming to a rest.
"Sypher Blackwillow, my name is Seira Hitimo Hakami," The man said. "Under the command of Panther's Rose leader Morphias Takall, and the Cheif of the West City Police, I am here to take you under arrest. Do you comply?"
"Yeah right..!" Sypher replied smugly.
"Please, do not make me use force. The last thing I want is a fight..." Seira pleaded.
Sypher couldn't believe his ears, this guy had just wiped out his entire group without a single hesitation. Why was he so against fighting all of a sudden? Either way Sypher wasn't about to just give himself up. He unsheathed his sword, and aimed it blade first at Seira's neck.
"Don't screw with me Panther! I saw what you did out there! Well, you're not gonna do it to me!" Sypher shouted.
Seira stared at him confused. "What do you mean out there, I just arrived here."
Sypher nearly choked on his own breath. This guy was acting like he was totally oblivious to the event that had happened only a few moments ago. This entire ordeal was beginning to confuse him. He dropped his sword a moment and began to think. There was one thing that could help prove Seira's word. It was raining violently outside, but Seira was completely dry. But, those eyes, they were the same peircing green as he had seen in the darkness of the forest, even if they did look a little gentler in the light. He refused to believe Seira's word.
"Don't you play dumb with me Panther!" He yelled, picking his sword back up. "I'll kill you for what you've done!"
Sypher thrust his sword forward, but Seira side stepped out of the way. Sypher ran right by Seira, where he was pistol wiped in the back of the neck. He fell to the floor, and slid across the old oak paneling. Seira aimed his magnum at Sypher's back with a sigh.
"I asked you not to make me do this." Seira said.
"Shut up!" Sypher yelled, jumping to his feet. He quickly kicked Seira's gun out of the way, and swung his sword. Seira ducked under the gleaming blade, and launched a swift punch. Sypher dodged the strike, and the long barrage after it. After the fifteenth punch Seira jumped back, to put distance between him and Sypher. Sypher, however, was not about to give Seira any kind of advantage. He charged Seira with a monster like roar, swinging his weapon with devastating force.
Left with no other choice, Seira was thrown into the defensive. He deflected Sypher's attacks using the barrel of his magnum as a shield. The sound of the clashing metals rang out through the cabin, and echoed though the dark corridors. Sypher managed to weaken Seira's arm, and knocked the gun from his hand on only the sixth strike. He smiled a sinister grin and continued his onslaught. Seira bent backward, dodging the next strike, but he also managed to put himself in a vulnerable position.
"Time to die!!!" Sypher shouted, lifting his sword above his head. Seira had only a split second to think. Hurriedly, he dropped down onto his back and lifted his feet. At the same time Sypher swung his sword down onto Seira's body. The blade hit Seira's hard dress shoe bottoms just in time, lodging itself in his souls. Seira then rolled backward pulling Sypher's sword from his hand. He sighed as he pulled the sword from his shoes and stood back up.
"Are you done yet..?" He said quietly.
"Not even close!" Sypher replied holding out his hand. Suddenly, the blade began to pull away from Seira. Surprised, he let go of the hilt, and the sword was guided back into Sypher's hand. Seira looked at him impressed. Hmm... That's an interesting trick - He thought to himself.
"What's wrong, are you afraid?" Sypher said with a chuckle.
"No, not really." Seira replied.
"Well, you should be!" Sypher shouted charging Seira yet again. He swung the sword as powerfully as he could, but Seira easily evaded the attack. The two men turned to face each other again, but this time Seira was ready. He booted Sypher in the stomach before he could make another attack, throwing him back into the nearest wall. Sypher growled angrily.
"Why won't you die!!!" He yelled furiously.
Seira did not answer. He was to concerned with his gun, which he had just spotted though his peripherals. He quickly ran for it, and Sypher followed behind. Seira noticed him gaining, and dove forward. He reached his gun just as Sypher pulled back his sword. He promptly bounced back up and aimed his gun toward Sypher. Sypher stopped, stunned at Seira's sudden show of speed.
"Sypher enough..." Seira said trying to catch his breath. "I suggest you stand down... NOW!"
"What, do you honestly think that gun frightens me." Sypher laughed.
"No, but that won't stop my bullet." Seira replied...
Sypher's laughter turned into a long drawn out growl. "Gah, you idiot!!" He yelled as he began to charge Seira again.
"Very well then..." Seira sighed. "Rest well..."
Seira pulled the trigger just as Sypher made his first step. The small silver bullet was launched though the air, planting itself neat in Syphers chest. Sypher fell back, a look of wild surprise spread across his face.
"H-How..." he whispered as the last of his life faded, and he hit the floor with a loud thud.
"Please, forgive me..." Seira said pulling his gun back to rest on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and let out a long out sigh.
His moment of rest was cut short by the sound of his radio. He let it beep a few times before he finally unhooked it from his belt. He holstered his gun, then lifted the radio from it's compartment. He raised it to his ear slowly, and pressing the button on the side with a small click.
"This is Seira..." He said.
"Hot dog, man I thought we'd never get a hold of you." Replied the man on the other side. it was the Panther's Rose Operator, Seira recognized his voice, and his annoying habit of shouting into the receiver.
"Don't yell..." Seira said pulling the radio from his ear.
"Oh, my bad man. So, how are things going over on your end." The Operator continued.
"Mission complete... one casualty..." Seira said softly.
"I see... Well, that means we'll be seeing you at home soon then right?" The Operator said trying to get Seira's mind on better things.
Seira glanced over at the window at the far end of the room and shuddered.
"No, I don't think so..." He said shakily.
"Well, why not?" The Operator asked.
"The storm above my area hasn't cleared up yet... and it doesn't show any signs of stopping any time soon..." Seira said, trying to calm his shaking.
"So..." The Operator retorted.
"So... you all know how I feel about being in storms..." Seira said in an almost frustrated tone. "Look just come pick me up later, Seira out."
He let out another sigh, and tossed the radio to the side. He then stretched felling exhaustion kick in and looked for a place to rest. He found a couch by a fire place in the next room, where he sat down. He let out a yawn and before he knew it he was drifting off to sleep.
He was shaken awake by an unknown force, what seemed hours later. He was shocked to find himself no longer in the cabin. Instead he was in an old beaten down room, on a hard torn bed. He was stunned when he fully realized were he was.
"I... I'm... Th-This... This is... my old room..." He said to himself. He stood up from the bed slowly and began to look around. He noticed and old pine bookshelf in the corner, the only other piece of furniture in the room. It was given to him by his mother, just as his necklace was. He used to hold his most favorite books in it, and it was always kept very clean. It nearly drove him to tears to see it in such a bad condition now. He slid his fingers across it gently, remebering his mother.
Unfortunately his memories were broken by the sound of yelling in the next room. He shot a look at the door, and quickly reached for his gun, but it wasn't there. It had vanished, holster and all. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew he had to investigate that yelling. He slowly moved to the door, and reached for the old knob. He turned it slowly and opened it with a creek, just enough to see out.
He was amazed at what he saw. It was his father, and his twin brother Vincent. What was even more amazing was, standing before them crying was himself, as a young boy. It took him a moment, but he recognized this. It had happened to him as a child. He knew what was going to happen, and didn't want to watch, but couldn't help but to look on. He stayed, and watched as the events of the past unfolded before him.
"I-I'm sorry Father." The younger Seira sobbed, moving closer to his father.
Vincent stepped in front of the Father, pulling back his leg, kicking Seira in the stomach as hard as he could. Older Seira watched on horrified, tears forming in his eyes.
"How dare you get that close to Father?!" He shouted.
"I-I just..." Seira said, but Vincent cut him off, stomping on his back once and holding it there.
"Just what?!" Vincent yelled twisting his foot on his brothers back.
"Just wanted a little hug from father!" Seira cried out in pain.
"A hug?!" Vincent said in surprise, lifting his foot from Seira's back. "You really are stupid aren't you?!"
"Wh-what..." Seira cried.
"How ignorant you can be. Don't you understand?! Your weak, Father only wants respectable children, you're nothing to him!" Vincent yelled, doing his best to make it painfully clear to Seira.
"He doesn't want you, and quite frankly I wouldn't question why... now leave!" Vincent said pointing to the door.
"L-Leave..?" Seira sniffed, confused.
"You heard me, you don't belong here, get out!!" Vincent answered harshly.
"B-But it's raining... I don't like the rain..." Seira said trying to wipe the tears from his face.
Their father let out a sigh and rose his finger to the door. Vincent nodded, and grabbed Young Seira by the back of his shirt. He was dragged across the lobby kicking and yelling. Vincent stopped in front of the door and looked down at his weeping brother.
"Get it through your little head, brother. You're no longer wanted here." He said quietly, as he opened the front door. He then threw Seira out, and slammed the door behind him. Seira fell forward into a large puddle of mud.
He sat up, covered in filth, ans began to cry again. Old Seira watched in pain from the little cracked window in his room.
He couldn't help but cry himself. It was something he hadn't done in years, but after reliving this experience, he couldn't help it. He dropped to his knees, and just cried.
A few moments later he found himself awake on the couch in a cabin. It all had been a dream, but felt so real in his heart. His face was stained with tears, and he was shaking all over. He wiped his face, angry at himself for letting his emotions get the best of him and stood up.
It was still raining, and he dared not leave the cabin. He walked back into the room with the staircase and looked around. He was shocked to see Sypher's body had vanished. He knelt by the pool of blood his enemy had left, and puzzled the sight before him. Just then a bang shot out from an upstairs room.
Seira jumped up, pulling forth his gun. Sypher you fool... - He thought to himself as he moved quietly to the steps. He moved up the hard wooden boards without so much as a creak. At the top he found himself in a long dark hallway. Doors painted the walls, but one caught Seira's attention. A single door at the very end of the hall which was painted gold.
It was the only door different from the others, more over it was the only one open. He cautiously moved forward aiming his gun at the opening across from him. Them, without warning something hit him in the back of the neck. He dropped to the floor losing grip of his gun. He felt as if all his energy had suddenly been drained, and he couldn't move.
The last thing he remembered was the sound of sadistic laughter, then darkness...
Book 1- The One Called Hakami
Chapter 1- The Beginning
It was a late, stormy night in West City. It's citizens were all asleep in their beds, blissfully unaware of the danger slowly nearing. Only a few miles away, in the Western Forest, a group of vampiric killers were preparing their attack on the city. Their leader, Sypher Blackwillow was shouting orders to his obedient soldiers in military fashion. They worked restlessly under the falling rain anticipating their coming, "meal." Sypher watched in the background smiling a wicked grin which showed two deadly fangs at each corner of his mouth.
The lesser men were just finishing their preparations when he rose his hand into the sky. They all stopped immediately, dropping what they held, and turned to their leader. Sypher opened his mouth, but before a word could be said a deafening shot rang out. Sleeping animals awoke, startled by the thunder like roar. The once empty sky suddenly filled with black crows struggling to escape through the treacherous rain. Sypher stood frozen, looking over his team of monstrous murderers, puzzling the shocking sound.
He couldn't quite tell what the shot had been from, but as far as he could see nothing was amiss. He dropped his hand with a sigh of relief, now back in a state of security. That feeling, however, did not last long, as on of his men dropped to the ground, a stream of blood spilling from his heart. Sypher took to steps back astonished at the sight before him. He pointed angrily toward the forest, and his minions followed the gesture. They each turned and began closely examining the area around them.
A sudden flash of lightning, blinded the area for a split second. Within the solid white light Sypher could hear shrilling cries. When it faded all of his men lay on the ground, dead. He backed away, his entire body shaking. He could see a shadowy figure, with eyes that seemed to glow a peircing green slowly approaching him. Sypher quickly reached for the long sword which hung from his belt, but another flash of lightning interrupted him. The figure vanished in the light, and appeared closer as the lightning faded away.
Sypher nearly fell back out of fear alone. He swiftly turned and ran from the man, yelling a frightened tune. He sprinted as fast as he could until he reached his secret cabin hideaway at the edge of the forest. He darted through the door and slamed it behind himself, making carefully sure he locked it as well. He stood there a moment with his hand on the door, listening to see if he was still being followed, he heard nothing. He pressed his back against the door, and began to catch his breath. He couldn't help but laugh at what had just happened, it was that or lose all sense of sanity.
His laughter was abruptly hushed, though, by the sound of shattering glass on the second floor. He jerked his head to the right where the staircase stood. There he saw his pursuer, in full light now. It was a young man, no more the 18 years of age at the most. He had mid length dirty blond hair, with a long bang which swayed back and forth as he moved, completely hiding his right eye from sight. He had a pair of gentle emerald green eyes, which seemed to glow a little even in the light. He wore a black uniform consisting of nothing more than a black dress shirt, and pants, with a pair of carefully kept black dress shoes.
On each hand he wore a black open finger glove, and around his neck hung a golden necklace, bearing a golden cross, the sight of which made Sypher utterly sick. The last thing Sypher noticed before the man finally reached the bottom of the stairs was the rose which was stitched into the upper right hand corner of his shirt. That was the sign of the legendary mercenary group, "Panther's Rose." Sypher knew them all to well, as they had ruined his plans for attacking the city in the past more times then he could count, but this time was different.
Never in the past had one of there attacks been this merciless. This man was obviously different from the others, and he meant business. The man pointed his trusty .45 magnum pistol at Sypher, and took two more steps forward before finally coming to a rest.
"Sypher Blackwillow, my name is Seira Hitimo Hakami," The man said. "Under the command of Panther's Rose leader Morphias Takall, and the Cheif of the West City Police, I am here to take you under arrest. Do you comply?"
"Yeah right..!" Sypher replied smugly.
"Please, do not make me use force. The last thing I want is a fight..." Seira pleaded.
Sypher couldn't believe his ears, this guy had just wiped out his entire group without a single hesitation. Why was he so against fighting all of a sudden? Either way Sypher wasn't about to just give himself up. He unsheathed his sword, and aimed it blade first at Seira's neck.
"Don't screw with me Panther! I saw what you did out there! Well, you're not gonna do it to me!" Sypher shouted.
Seira stared at him confused. "What do you mean out there, I just arrived here."
Sypher nearly choked on his own breath. This guy was acting like he was totally oblivious to the event that had happened only a few moments ago. This entire ordeal was beginning to confuse him. He dropped his sword a moment and began to think. There was one thing that could help prove Seira's word. It was raining violently outside, but Seira was completely dry. But, those eyes, they were the same peircing green as he had seen in the darkness of the forest, even if they did look a little gentler in the light. He refused to believe Seira's word.
"Don't you play dumb with me Panther!" He yelled, picking his sword back up. "I'll kill you for what you've done!"
Sypher thrust his sword forward, but Seira side stepped out of the way. Sypher ran right by Seira, where he was pistol wiped in the back of the neck. He fell to the floor, and slid across the old oak paneling. Seira aimed his magnum at Sypher's back with a sigh.
"I asked you not to make me do this." Seira said.
"Shut up!" Sypher yelled, jumping to his feet. He quickly kicked Seira's gun out of the way, and swung his sword. Seira ducked under the gleaming blade, and launched a swift punch. Sypher dodged the strike, and the long barrage after it. After the fifteenth punch Seira jumped back, to put distance between him and Sypher. Sypher, however, was not about to give Seira any kind of advantage. He charged Seira with a monster like roar, swinging his weapon with devastating force.
Left with no other choice, Seira was thrown into the defensive. He deflected Sypher's attacks using the barrel of his magnum as a shield. The sound of the clashing metals rang out through the cabin, and echoed though the dark corridors. Sypher managed to weaken Seira's arm, and knocked the gun from his hand on only the sixth strike. He smiled a sinister grin and continued his onslaught. Seira bent backward, dodging the next strike, but he also managed to put himself in a vulnerable position.
"Time to die!!!" Sypher shouted, lifting his sword above his head. Seira had only a split second to think. Hurriedly, he dropped down onto his back and lifted his feet. At the same time Sypher swung his sword down onto Seira's body. The blade hit Seira's hard dress shoe bottoms just in time, lodging itself in his souls. Seira then rolled backward pulling Sypher's sword from his hand. He sighed as he pulled the sword from his shoes and stood back up.
"Are you done yet..?" He said quietly.
"Not even close!" Sypher replied holding out his hand. Suddenly, the blade began to pull away from Seira. Surprised, he let go of the hilt, and the sword was guided back into Sypher's hand. Seira looked at him impressed. Hmm... That's an interesting trick - He thought to himself.
"What's wrong, are you afraid?" Sypher said with a chuckle.
"No, not really." Seira replied.
"Well, you should be!" Sypher shouted charging Seira yet again. He swung the sword as powerfully as he could, but Seira easily evaded the attack. The two men turned to face each other again, but this time Seira was ready. He booted Sypher in the stomach before he could make another attack, throwing him back into the nearest wall. Sypher growled angrily.
"Why won't you die!!!" He yelled furiously.
Seira did not answer. He was to concerned with his gun, which he had just spotted though his peripherals. He quickly ran for it, and Sypher followed behind. Seira noticed him gaining, and dove forward. He reached his gun just as Sypher pulled back his sword. He promptly bounced back up and aimed his gun toward Sypher. Sypher stopped, stunned at Seira's sudden show of speed.
"Sypher enough..." Seira said trying to catch his breath. "I suggest you stand down... NOW!"
"What, do you honestly think that gun frightens me." Sypher laughed.
"No, but that won't stop my bullet." Seira replied...
Sypher's laughter turned into a long drawn out growl. "Gah, you idiot!!" He yelled as he began to charge Seira again.
"Very well then..." Seira sighed. "Rest well..."
Seira pulled the trigger just as Sypher made his first step. The small silver bullet was launched though the air, planting itself neat in Syphers chest. Sypher fell back, a look of wild surprise spread across his face.
"H-How..." he whispered as the last of his life faded, and he hit the floor with a loud thud.
"Please, forgive me..." Seira said pulling his gun back to rest on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and let out a long out sigh.
His moment of rest was cut short by the sound of his radio. He let it beep a few times before he finally unhooked it from his belt. He holstered his gun, then lifted the radio from it's compartment. He raised it to his ear slowly, and pressing the button on the side with a small click.
"This is Seira..." He said.
"Hot dog, man I thought we'd never get a hold of you." Replied the man on the other side. it was the Panther's Rose Operator, Seira recognized his voice, and his annoying habit of shouting into the receiver.
"Don't yell..." Seira said pulling the radio from his ear.
"Oh, my bad man. So, how are things going over on your end." The Operator continued.
"Mission complete... one casualty..." Seira said softly.
"I see... Well, that means we'll be seeing you at home soon then right?" The Operator said trying to get Seira's mind on better things.
Seira glanced over at the window at the far end of the room and shuddered.
"No, I don't think so..." He said shakily.
"Well, why not?" The Operator asked.
"The storm above my area hasn't cleared up yet... and it doesn't show any signs of stopping any time soon..." Seira said, trying to calm his shaking.
"So..." The Operator retorted.
"So... you all know how I feel about being in storms..." Seira said in an almost frustrated tone. "Look just come pick me up later, Seira out."
He let out another sigh, and tossed the radio to the side. He then stretched felling exhaustion kick in and looked for a place to rest. He found a couch by a fire place in the next room, where he sat down. He let out a yawn and before he knew it he was drifting off to sleep.
He was shaken awake by an unknown force, what seemed hours later. He was shocked to find himself no longer in the cabin. Instead he was in an old beaten down room, on a hard torn bed. He was stunned when he fully realized were he was.
"I... I'm... Th-This... This is... my old room..." He said to himself. He stood up from the bed slowly and began to look around. He noticed and old pine bookshelf in the corner, the only other piece of furniture in the room. It was given to him by his mother, just as his necklace was. He used to hold his most favorite books in it, and it was always kept very clean. It nearly drove him to tears to see it in such a bad condition now. He slid his fingers across it gently, remebering his mother.
Unfortunately his memories were broken by the sound of yelling in the next room. He shot a look at the door, and quickly reached for his gun, but it wasn't there. It had vanished, holster and all. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew he had to investigate that yelling. He slowly moved to the door, and reached for the old knob. He turned it slowly and opened it with a creek, just enough to see out.
He was amazed at what he saw. It was his father, and his twin brother Vincent. What was even more amazing was, standing before them crying was himself, as a young boy. It took him a moment, but he recognized this. It had happened to him as a child. He knew what was going to happen, and didn't want to watch, but couldn't help but to look on. He stayed, and watched as the events of the past unfolded before him.
"I-I'm sorry Father." The younger Seira sobbed, moving closer to his father.
Vincent stepped in front of the Father, pulling back his leg, kicking Seira in the stomach as hard as he could. Older Seira watched on horrified, tears forming in his eyes.
"How dare you get that close to Father?!" He shouted.
"I-I just..." Seira said, but Vincent cut him off, stomping on his back once and holding it there.
"Just what?!" Vincent yelled twisting his foot on his brothers back.
"Just wanted a little hug from father!" Seira cried out in pain.
"A hug?!" Vincent said in surprise, lifting his foot from Seira's back. "You really are stupid aren't you?!"
"Wh-what..." Seira cried.
"How ignorant you can be. Don't you understand?! Your weak, Father only wants respectable children, you're nothing to him!" Vincent yelled, doing his best to make it painfully clear to Seira.
"He doesn't want you, and quite frankly I wouldn't question why... now leave!" Vincent said pointing to the door.
"L-Leave..?" Seira sniffed, confused.
"You heard me, you don't belong here, get out!!" Vincent answered harshly.
"B-But it's raining... I don't like the rain..." Seira said trying to wipe the tears from his face.
Their father let out a sigh and rose his finger to the door. Vincent nodded, and grabbed Young Seira by the back of his shirt. He was dragged across the lobby kicking and yelling. Vincent stopped in front of the door and looked down at his weeping brother.
"Get it through your little head, brother. You're no longer wanted here." He said quietly, as he opened the front door. He then threw Seira out, and slammed the door behind him. Seira fell forward into a large puddle of mud.
He sat up, covered in filth, ans began to cry again. Old Seira watched in pain from the little cracked window in his room.
He couldn't help but cry himself. It was something he hadn't done in years, but after reliving this experience, he couldn't help it. He dropped to his knees, and just cried.
A few moments later he found himself awake on the couch in a cabin. It all had been a dream, but felt so real in his heart. His face was stained with tears, and he was shaking all over. He wiped his face, angry at himself for letting his emotions get the best of him and stood up.
It was still raining, and he dared not leave the cabin. He walked back into the room with the staircase and looked around. He was shocked to see Sypher's body had vanished. He knelt by the pool of blood his enemy had left, and puzzled the sight before him. Just then a bang shot out from an upstairs room.
Seira jumped up, pulling forth his gun. Sypher you fool... - He thought to himself as he moved quietly to the steps. He moved up the hard wooden boards without so much as a creak. At the top he found himself in a long dark hallway. Doors painted the walls, but one caught Seira's attention. A single door at the very end of the hall which was painted gold.
It was the only door different from the others, more over it was the only one open. He cautiously moved forward aiming his gun at the opening across from him. Them, without warning something hit him in the back of the neck. He dropped to the floor losing grip of his gun. He felt as if all his energy had suddenly been drained, and he couldn't move.
The last thing he remembered was the sound of sadistic laughter, then darkness...
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Hope to talk to you soon.
melted or spontaneously combust, lol jk.