Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 5:01:38 GMT
Part One: Confessions Of a Pirate
“Oh he’s a jolly good fellow, for he’s a jolly good fellow! For he’s a jolly good fellow, which nobody can deny” It was that time again. The crew had been on a bounty hunt for months, following the mighty ‘Angelo the demon hunter’. “What a swift bastard” said one of the crew mates. “Took us months of searching to catch him; who does he think he is anyway, coming in here and hunting us for no reason, there’s a little thing called class that some people just don’t have.” And with that, they were ready to collect their reward. In order to have a proof of death, they swiftly decapitated the body and placed it in a rucksack.
“Bloody hell mate, this one does not smell good, and look at this, blood all over me bloody clothes, you know how long it takes to get blood out.” That was all the captain could take of this small talk. “All right, all right, enough with the talking and the complaining or else you’ll be the next guest of that there sack, got it?” With that the crew members quickly shut up and got to work flying the ship. “It’s not easy running a ship with around fifty crew members, they’re me mates ya know? But sometimes you gotta put them in their place.”
Baal was in the middle of writing his auto-biography. He always told his crew members that they would be remembered one day, and this was one of the ways he was making sure he hit that goal. “Sometimes I wish that they weren’t complete idiots, but ya know, I need men aboard my ship, but squeamish little children. These boys know how to get the job done just right.” At this point the captain was interrupted by one of his crew members knocking on the door. “A-Ah sir? May I come in?” Baal let out a long sigh. “Well unless you wanna talk through the bloody door then yes get the hell in here.” The man quickly scurried in and sat down at Baal’s desk.
The man was short, very short. About 5’5 compared to Baal’s 7’8. He was a pig looking fellow, pink skin, a big overweight, a little tail coming out of his pants. “What in the hell do you want?! I’m a busy man, with lots of things to do.” Baal said as he lay in bed with a cigar in one hand and a pen in the other. “I-It’s just that… well I’ve been working here for ten years now, a whole decade under your service, as a loyal man! I was wondering if ah…” Oh god, Baal knew where this was going. ‘This imbecile isn’t seriously asking for a…’ “If you could give me a raise? The 1250 Zeni a month is very generous of you, but I think someone as loyal and deserving as me should get a bit more, something like 1500 Zeni a month, don’t you agree?”
At this point he was quivering, sweat was dripping of his brow, he looked as if he was about to pass out. Baal knew at this point that he had two options. He could say yes, give the man an extra 250 Zeni a month and be done with it, unfortunately though this was not the option he choose. “You have the audacity to come in here and ask for more than I give you?!! You’re already receiving 250 more than everyone else, and you dare ask for more?!” At this point the man tried to make a run for the door, but Baal was three steps ahead of him. He grabbed his by the neck and walked out onto the deck.
The other men were cleaning up the mess they had made with the decapitation, missing the neck three times left body bits lying around the ship. But the mere presence of Baal coming made them stop, they knew something bad was about to happen. That’s when he appeared; perhaps if Hell froze over you could see the steam coming from his ears. The man was begging, crying, trying to barter for his life. “No, no please sir I apologize, please, take half my pay, no all of it, please let me go!” Baal threw him on the ground, and then turned to his second in command. “Get the ropes; we’ll need 5 lengths, around 10ft each.” The man nodded and went to fetch the apparatus that would end the suffering. “This weak excuse of a man asked for more Zeni a month, even more than what you receives, 500 more to be exact!” The sympathy felt for him was quickly disappearing. “And now, we’re going to give him some punishment, let’s hope he learns his lesson.” The second in command came back with the ropes and handed them to Baal, who was grinning, a smile no man wanted to see.
They tied the ropes around his limbs, around each arm, leg and his neck. Then about eight or nine people grabbed a hold of a rope. “Alright boys, when I get to three, we’re gonna pull this boy apart and watch his guts fly everywhere!” The men were now cheering in anticipation. The man was violently jerking around now, trying to break free of his capture. “1!” Trying even harder now he started biting at the ropes around his arms, trying desperately to break free. That’s when the men when the rope around his neck pulled back and stopped any hopes of him chewing through the ropes.
“2!” Now it was it. The pig man gave up on his hopes of escape. He started whispering to himself about the end, wondering what would happen if you died in Hell. Questioning the fate of his family, then it happened. “3!” The men pulled on the ropes with all their mite, but to the pig man’s surprise, he was still alive. The ropes instantly snapped as the men pulled back. The pig man got up, shocked look on his face and saturated pants. The men were lying around his laughing, tears coming from their eyes. Then Baal walked over to the pig man and put his arm around him. “Oh boy, you really gotta lighten up mate that was too funny.” The pig man rubbed his eyes in disbelief, still shocked at the previous events. “Alright boys back to work; we got a bounty to collect.” Pig man then ran back to his room, to change his pants and get back to cleaning.
Part Two: Deal Gone Wrong
Baal was now on the deck, preparing to land. Their bounty holder was waiting for them at a port. This man was different to most men you see in Hell, the fact that he wasn’t some sort of demented looking beast shocked most people. Most people believed he was but a mere human, around six feet tall and built big. He had spiky black hair and black eyes. To the educated, this man could qualify as a Saiyan; however none of Baal’s crew had seen a Saiyan, as far as they knew Saiyans were giant apes. Baal didn’t know much about him either, they had only met once, and they didn’t speak more than a few sentences, right down to business was how they both operated.
When the ship came down to the dock, Baal greeted the man with a handshake, and ushered him onto the ship. He had a bad in his hand, large and made a lot of noise. Many crew members made eyes with the bag as Baal escorted him to the leisure room, but Baal’s intimidation made sure they got back to work. Once they got to their destination they sat down and begin to converse. “Alright, you know the deal, give me the Zeni then you can have his head.” The man scoffed at him, seeing past his tactics. “No, I don’t believe so, what kind of idiot do you take me for? You give me the head, I give you the bag.” Baal smiled at him, and then moved over to a chest that was beside the table. He took a key out of his pocket, opened the chest, and pulled out a bloodied rucksack.
He threw it on the table so the man could inspect its contents. “Very good, to be honest I didn’t have faith in your drunkard crew, but you came through, so you have my thanks.” Baal, again let out a smile. “That’s all good and well, but your thanks wasn’t the reward for this.” Baal put out his hand and gestured for him to hand over the Zeni. The man handed over the sack, and then proceeded to walk out the door. “Hmm, easier than I thought, I didn’t even have to kill him. Baal walked over to his chest and placed the large sack of Zeni into it, and then he went to his room and lit up a cigar.
All was well for a few minutes, but that quickly descended to chaos. He went to put his key away in a secret locker only he knew about, only to find that it was gone. His rage was now real and bursting. He ran down stairs, only to find his crew slaughtered and their bodies hung from the walls. His emotions were overwhelmed and unable to process what was happening. He quickly ran over to his chest, only to find it filled with his crew members decapitated heads, not a Zeni to be found. “That damn bloody scoundrel.” There were a hundred other words he could use to describe the Saiyan, but now was not the time for that.
All was not lost; it seems that the pig man was given yet another chance. He was still in his room, away from all of the action. He ran out to the deck and grabbed onto Baal and started screaming. “Oh dear lord what are we to do Captain!?" Baal gave him a smile. “Don’t worry; I know just how to extract our revenge for our dearly departed.”
Epilogue: One Way Journey Out Of Hell
Baal and the pig man flew to a man named jingo, who was said to house powers above other demons, who could even send people to earth. However he would require a sacrifice from the user, someone to add to his slave collection, which is why he had brought the pig man. When they arrived he was meditating in front of his house, waiting for his newest customers. “I have been expecting you Baal, please follow me and we can begin, but I do hope you have brought proper payment.” Baal grabbed onto the pig man and nodded. Jingo grabbed the pig man and hurled him into a small opening, leading to a tunnel. Where that tunnel goes? Nobody knows. Some say it takes you to a mining facility, where they take your tongue, give you an axe and a number and then you work till you die. Hey, demons gotta make Zeni too. However pig man was never seen again, so we’ll never know.
Jingo lead Baal down to a large room with hundreds of candles lit, illuminating it. “Now I must warn you, first of all, you may experience a big of pain when going through, but I think someone like you will be able to handle it. Second of all, one slave gets you a one way payment, which means that you will not be able to come back, unless you find some other way, or you know, happen to die.” Baal was fully aware of this, but he knew that he would do what he would have to do. “I will send you to the same place as the man you are following, you just missed him actually, I doubt he will still be there, but it will give you a head start none the less.”
Then Jingo began chanting, and as he did, a vortex began to appear in the room. The force was unimaginable, sucking Baal in with immense force. Jingo was right, the pain was bad, but nothing that would kill him, although he did black out. When he came too, he was staring down the face of two humans, teenagers in the forest, about to make love. The girl screamed and ran; the boy just lay there staring. Baal approached him and laid his hands around his neck. He stared him in the eyes, and then took over his appearance. When he was done with him, Baal threw him into a tree. Now was the time for Baal to find his enemy.