56Note: Welcome to a brand new story, that has been in the making for the last two months or so. This story takes place nine years before my other story, Drogons. This story shows Xyaqom's first year in Christale City and the trials that he had to overcome. I will warn you right now, this story is a lot darker than Drogons, and it might make you feel uncomfortable. If you are squeamish to that sort of thing, then back off from this story now. This story was influenced by a game called Max Payne Three. If you have played the game, you will see some similarities to the story from the game itself, but I promise you the whole thing isn't a copy and paste of the game, there are some original ideas in the mix.
I would also like to thank Alvind-Rod for helping me put this story together. If it weren't for him, this story would probably still be in the works. So after you are finished reading this chapter, go check his stories out, you won't regret it. I would also like to thank Lewamus Prime 2019 for making the amazing cover picture for this story. I don't know what I would have done if it weren't for his help.
I also want to stress that I make no money by making my stories, nor do I own any of the Max Payne franchise.
Anyways, that's enough for the introduction. Let's get to the story.
Chapter One:
A New Start:
April 3rd, 2008:
I just arrived at my new place, a small apartment building. The place where I will be living for now on. I went inside and walked up to the third floor, where my place was at. My apartment number was nineteen. I used my keys to unlock the door and entered my apartment and saw what it looked like. The apartment was a middle size place with a living room and two bedrooms. It had a wooden floor with a window at the center, and a kitchen was attached to the living room. When I took a look at the place, I was thinking to myself, "This place is great, really comfortable," of course I was saying that in a sarcastic tone. I walked into one of the bedrooms and saw that the room only had an empty bed with no sheets on it. At this point, I couldn't complain. I knew what I paid for so I may as well settle in. I went to the bathroom, and surprisingly, it was clean, and it was no smaller than the bedroom. I then took a look at the mirror. I was 5'10 feet tall, my his eyes were depressed and lonely. I used to have short spiky black hair, but for the last year, it now grew out down to my mid-upper back and had two long pointed bangs of my hair appearing on both sides of my neck. The outfit that I was a black shirt and dark blue pants. The look on my face was emotionless. I've really let myself go as appearance-wise. Thankfully, I did not allow myself to get fat. I'm still 200 pounds and ripped, that part of me hasn't changed. If you lived through the life that I went through, you would be like this too. Rosaira says that I'm currently going through depression, which started after what happened a year ago. But it was time to snap out of my depression, and move on from the past, get along with my life. Better said than done, though.
I then went to the center window and looked down to see a college which, which was accepting new students with a simple nod. The college was Vincent College. Maybe someday I'll apply to that college, but not now. I then went to the T.V. and turned it on, but all I got was static. Of course, I haven't paid the cable company yet. I then sat on the couch and started staring at my beg, debating myself if I should open it or not. How hard can that be to open a fucking bag? Well, it was fucking hard for me because I knew what was inside. Inside the bag were remnants of my past, stuff that Rosaira managed to smuggle out of the Transsassin Company. She is very lucky that she wasn't caught, because if she were, she would've been killed for sure.
Who is this Rosaira girl that I keep talking about you may be asking? Well, she is my longtime doctor, who she has been since the day I was born. She is currently 6'0 feet tall and weighs 150 pounds. She has green eyes and brownish red hair and has amazing breasts, which are currently 36 G, a size that any girl would dream of having. How do I know her sizes you may be asking? Simple, she told me. Are we currently dating? That I don't know, I don't think I'm ready for a relationship at the moment, I first need to get my life back in order. Now don't mistake that of me not being appreciative of her, because I do, I own my life to her. If it weren't Rosaira, I would've been dead a year ago. Rosaira is a smart woman, which I didn't want to admit it to her. I also had a crush on her, but I let it go because it wasn't right for me to ask her yet. As I said, I need to get my life back in order first.
After what seemed to be hours, I finally gained the courage to open my bag. I had my hand to go inside, and the first thing I pulled out was a picture frame with a picture inside, which was taken two years ago. The picture had me, Rosaira, Leena and Xeela in it. Who were Leena and Xeela you may be asking? Xeela was my little sister. In this picture, she is eight years old, 4'0 feet tall and weighs eighty pounds, she had long blond hair and had the same blood-red eyes like me. Leena was Xeela's mother, she was 6'0 feet tall and weighed 150 pounds, which her breasts could rival Rosaira's. She too had long blond hair, but had green eyes instead of red and was wearing her usual lab coat. If it weren't for the huge age difference and the different color of eyes, people would easily mistake them as twins.
Xyaqom: I miss you.
Xeela and Leena were the most important girls in my life, and in one night, they were both taken from me. They were part of the life that I used to have, but it was time for me to let that life go. I then placed the picture frame on the table beside me and went back into my bag and pulled out a bottle of booze. After what happened a year ago, I've taken into drinking, something to ease the pain. Sadly though, no matter how much I drink, I can't get drunk. The nanomachines inside of me prevent me from getting drunk. Now I know what you're thinking, why do I bother drinking when I can't get drunk? Well, I guess you say I'd like to try. Although I can't get drunk, if I drink enough, my body will feel a little numb, but that feeling goes away after a minute, thanks to my nanomachines, so it's something. I sit down at the couch, take out a glass and start drinking the booze alone in my apartment, one glass soon turned into two, and two glasses soon turned into four, and four glasses turned into eight, and so on. In just an hour, the bottle of booze was now empty. Perhaps after what happened a year ago, I've lost my self-respect, but after getting this new job, it's slowly coming back. Besides, after all the shit that I went through, I really needed a new start. I then picked up the bottle of booze and threw it into the trash can.
I then went back into my bag and pulled out my leather jacket, which holds a lot of memories. This piece of my past was something that I wanted to hold on to, as it did sure some good memories. However, because of my new life, I had no reason to wear it, so I decided to wipe off the dust on it and hang it up in my closet and close it. So what was this past life that I keep talking about? Well, put it simply, I was an assassin. Not just an ordinary assassin, a galactic assassin. That's right, I'm not an Earthling, I'm actually a Drogon. What is a Drogon you may ask? Well, a Drogon is people who have Dragon abilities. We do look like Earthlings, but we have minor tweaks that separate us from Earthlings.
Drogons are known for their super strength, speed, and durability. We can also breathe fire and are also immune to it. We can also summon dragon wings from our backs to fly. But what makes me different then all the other Drogons are my Trans-abilities. At a young age, nanomachines were implanted inside of me. These nanomachines allow me to turn almost any part of my body into almost any animate objects, preferably weapons or tools used for combat or reshape the size and figure of my body. The nanomachines that circulate through my body allow me to do this. The downside to all of this is that if I use my trans-powers excessively, the nanomachines in my body will overheat, leaving me extremely weak and unable to move and causing me to pass out. They also have a battery to them, and if the battery dies, I can't use my trans-abilities. So I have to go to Rosaira's place to recharge them once a while. How often is once a while? Depends on how often I use my trans-abilities. One time, I've lasted for two months without needing to recharge my nanomachines, but that was only because the contracts that I took on during those two months didn't require me to use my trans-abilities very much or not at all. The only reason I decided to get my nanomachines to recharge after two months of not doing so was that after completing a contract, I began feeling weak and dizzy. Thankfully, my nanomachines were recharged before I passed out.
How one recharges their nanomachines is by stepping into a pool of green liquid and lay there for a half an hour. This also recovers any wounds or injuries that we sustained during our jobs. However, since we don't have that on Earth, Rosaira created a large container that creates the special liquid. It has a bunch of wires inside to monitor the person inside and breathing apparatus so that the person can breathe. I was thankful that Rosaira was helping everyone. After hours of drinking and feeling sorry for myself, I decided to go to bed, where tomorrow I will be starting my new job and my new life.
April 25th, 2008:
So I guess I became what they wanted me to be, a killer. Some rent an alcoholic that can turn his arms into blades and stab other bad guys, cutting off their limbs. Well, that's what they paid for so in the end that's what they got. Say whatever you want about Assassins, but we understand cabalism. You pay yourself a product, and you get what you paid for. In my case, these chumps paid for an angry, depressed man with no sensibilities to know right from wrong. Here I was about to execute this poor bastard like the angel of death. And as I stared into his dying eyes, I realized, they were correct. I wouldn't know right from wrong if one person was helping the city and the other was banging my sister.
April 17th, 2008:
I arrived at Christale City two weeks before, I was working in a protection group for the kind of people that need protection in a city like this. And what kind of city was Christale City? The kind of city where crime lords ran the place and the police were in their pockets. I was standing on top of the building where the mayor works, looking down at the city below us, which I was looking at the types of crimes in the daily newspaper. Just then, my partner in crime, Sierra came walking towards me. Sierra was 5'6 feet tall and weighed 130 pounds. She had tan skin, long black hair, and light blue eyes. Her breasts and ass were amazing to behold. Her breasts weren't as big as Rosaira's, but they were still impressive in her right, I think she was a D. She was a smoking hot woman that most men in the mayor's office drooled over. Just like me, she too was wearing a business suit, which we both hate wearing but it was required for our job. She was a little older than me, she was twenty-one where I was only nineteen. As hot as she was, the chances of Sierra and me getting together were zero. From what she told me, during her years of training to be an assassin, scientists removed all parts of her brain that would make her interested in a man or men in general. In other words, if Sierra meets a man, she will not have any feelings for him, no matter how handsome he was. So yeah, rather I liked it or not, I was stuck in the friend zone with her.
Sierra: Hey, Xyaqom.
Xyaqom: (I looked at Sierra) Oh hey.
Sierra: Enjoying the view?
Xyaqom: I guess.
Sierra: You know, although Christale City is a shit town with all the crimes, it is a beautiful city.
Xyaqom: Yep, nothing like extream poverty to make a penthouse party to really swing.
Sierra: Yeah, sometimes I wonder if we're really the good guys.
Xyaqom: I'd say we're neutral. Anyways, what is this party about anyways?
Sierra: I think it's a charity thing. Something about eating, drinking, and giving away money. I don't really know something to give to the kids. But anyway, we need to look alive. A lot of V.I.P.s are here, we don't want the boss to look bad because we look half dead.
She wasn't far from the truth, ever since what happened a year ago, I've always looked half dead. The people we were protecting were a rich family, local celebrities rich parasites with delusions of humanity. The kind of people who end up in magazines or a body bag, depending on their luck.
Xyaqom: So where are they all? I see Vince, but who's the guy he's talking to?
Sierra: That's his son, Shane.
Vince was talking to his son Michael, who was 6'2 feet tall in height and weighed 225 pounds, but he was muscular and had short black hair like a military cut. They are talking about the next steps forward for their businesses.
Sierra: The guy next to Shane is some sort of cop, I'm not sure what kind of cop he is, but it's really important. Big End Cop, Anti-Gang sort of thing I think. But I can't remember his name by the life of me.
The cop Sierra was talking was an overweight middle-aged man. He had black hair and brown eyes and was wearing a tuxedo. He was 5'9 and weighed 250 pounds.
Xyaqom: (I nod at the other guy beside the cop) So who is this guy?
The guy I was referring to was 5'8 feet tall and weighed 150 pounds, he too had a skinny body.
Sierra: That guy? That guy is a plastic surgeon. Or, some sort of surgeon, I don't know. I hear that he works on dick implants.
Xyaqom: Dick implants?
Sierra: I rather not talk about it. (She then turns her head) Hey, don't look now, but Vinny is making an ass of himself again.
I turn my head and see that Vinny was dancing like an idiot. Vinny was Vince's youngest son, he had long black hair and brown eyes. He was 6'0 feet tall and weighed 180 pounds and wearing a tuxedo. He was at the party dancing like a complete idiot. Apparently, no one bothered telling him that this party would have no dancing.
Xyaqom: (Chuckles) You can always count on Vinny to make an ass of himself.
Sierra: Hey, remember when Vince had Vinny to take an I.Q. test a few days ago?
Xyaqom: Yeah?
Sierra: Well, we got the results, and you're not going to believe what his I.Q. level is.
Xyaqom: What is it?
Sierra: It's fifteen.
Xyaqom: (I was shocked when I heard this and tried not to laugh) Are you serious?!
Sierra: Yeah, with an I.Q. like that, I'm surprised that he can walk right, let alone talk in sentences.
Xyaqom: I guess doing drugs and booze daily can do that to you.
Sierra: Yeah, it's actually sad when you think about it. According to Vince, Vinny used to be very intelligent fifteen years ago, he was even smarter than him. But, when drugs and booze were introduced to him, it all changed.
Xyaqom: Yeah, that is sad.
I was mostly working for Vince Noham, a legit local businessman. Built things, did some charity work, even had some stuff named after him, won awards, owned things, and people. Vince was sixty-two years old, was 6'0 feet tall, and weighed 180 pounds. He had grey hair and brown eyes. He was wearing his everyday work attire, which was a black business suit. He is also this city's mayor.
Unlike all the other mayors before him, Vince and his family are not working with or for a crime family. During the election, Vince promised the people of the city that he would clean Christale City up by driving all the crime families and their corruption ways out of the city. This did not sit well for the crime families when they heard this. Refusing to work for any crime family put a huge target on him and his family's back. That's where Sierra and I come in. We were hired to protect Vince and his family from any attacks from the crime families. During my interview to get this job, he was a bit spectacle due to my age, but after he saw what I could do, he hired me in a heartbeat.
One of the trophies that he won was his second wife, Torrie. Torrie was 5'7 feet tall and weighed 130 pounds. She had long blond hair and blue eyes. She was hot and loved to party. Some good genes trying to fight their way out of the cesspit. She married well and was now in leisure to regret her good fortune. Torrie and Vince got along like any other younger air-head wife and a rich workaholic husband, they mostly ignored each other. She spent a lot of time with his coke head and booze drinking youngest son, Vinny. Vinny was an idiot but was harmless, he loved to party like Torrie. Though he is highly regarded to be the idiot of the Noham family. Their words, not mine.
Vince's daughter, Stephanie, had just walked in. Stephanie was 5'10 feet tall and weighed 140 pounds. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing her everyday work attire, which was a black business suit. Stephanie was a local politician woman, a smooth talker. The rest of the people I did not know, but I could imagine the types. People who knew that if they drink enough, they wouldn't feel bad for their good fortune.
Just then, all hell broke loose. A group of men in black business suits and red ties came up from the elevator and started running amuck at the party. They were carrying 9mms and shotguns.
Gang Member #1: Everyone down.
As soon as the guy said that, he kills a party guest using his shotgun. Sierra and I then go after the gang members. I turn my arms into blades and Sierra takes out her katanas, and we start slicing the gang members as if they are better. However, during all the chaos, the gang members managed to grab hold of Vince and Torrie and started carrying them away.
Sierra: Xyaqom, you go after the boss, I'll go after the boss's girl.
Xyaqom: (I nod to her) You got it.
In the corner of my eye, before Sierra told me to go after Vince, I saw them taking him to the elevator, sadly I had just missed them, meaning I was going to have to take the stairs. I walked down to the stairs as fast as I could. When I got down to the bottom of the stairs, I saw the gang members carrying Vince away, and one of the gang members were staying behind.
Gang Member #1: Stay here. If you see Vince's bodyguards here, kill them.
Sierra: Xyaqom, you go after the boss, I'll go after the boss's girl.
Xyaqom: (I nod to her) You got it.
In the corner of my eye, before Sierra told me to go after Vince, I saw them taking him to the elevator, sadly I had just missed them, meaning I was going to have to take the stairs. I walked down to the stairs as fast as I could. When I got down to the bottom of the stairs, I saw the gang members carrying Vince away, and one of the gang members were staying behind.
Gang Member #1: Stay here. If you see Vince's bodyguards here, kill them.
Gang Member #2: Right. (The rest rush off)
Xyaqom: (I approach the gang member) Hey
Gang Member #2: Hey you! (He points his gun at me)
I quickly turned my hands into blades and cut his hands off. I start battling to get to Vince while eliminating everyone in my way. When I was about to go down to another set of stairs, I heard a woman's scream. That scream belonged to Torrie, the boss lady. And for once she wasn't screaming for another drink. I followed the screaming, which led me to a balcony. I looked down and saw one of the gang members holding Torrie at gunpoint at the floor below me while standing at the edge of the balcony, threatening to jump off while taking Torrie with him. It looked like Sierra, Petter, and Vinny were able to corner the guy and were now desperate to get out of this situation.
Gang Member #7: I'll do it! I'll jump, and I'll take the bitch with me!
Vinny: How about we talk about this? Come on, let's not do this.
There was no getting to this man, he was on the verge of jumping off the balcony and taking Torrie with him. Not taking any chances, I notice that the balcony had a slope on it, so I slide on it and cut the guy's head clean off while saving Torrie at the same time. The man who held Torrie hostage fell down the building.
Xyaqom: Are you okay?
Torrie: Yes... Thank you, Xyaqom. (She then hugs me)
Xyaqom: (I turn my head to Sierra) Have you seen Vince?
Sierra: No, I haven't.
I turned to see if everyone was safe, which they were.
Xyaqom: I'm going after Vince. You stay here and keep everyone safe.
Sierra nods at me, and I started walking away from the group and ran to the nearby elevator. I wasn't sure why, but my heart was thumping fast. Maybe it was the adrenaline of all of this going down, or maybe my hormones were acting up due to me being surrounded by hot women. Either way, I had to take a deep breath to calm down. I imagined the elevator doors opening to a firing squad of thugs. The one thing I saw that my plan was going was that no one else was stupid enough to pull this move. I arrived at the next floor and started killing the gang members that got in my way. Carrying Vince to who knows where would slow them down, but not by much. I had to hurry.
Xyaqom: Where are you bastards taking Vince?!
Gang Member #5: Stop him! We can't let him get to Vince.
I powered through the thugs and started heading down to the basement, which it looked like that was where they were taking Vince, perhaps there was some time. Vince was too much of a rich prize to simply throw away. Whoever these thugs' boss was, he obviously wanted him alive. I arrived in the basement, where everyone parked their cars and saw even more thugs there. I was beginning to wonder just how many of these guys were there. I must've at least killed thirty of them. How many did Sierra kill you may be asking? I have no idea, I wasn't with her to see her kills. She was always a mystery.
It was apparent that these guys were left behind to stop me from reaching Vince, but they didn't stand a chance to my speed at my blades. I managed to slice them all apart as if they were butter. After taking care of the thugs, I moved on to the next part of the garage, where I saw the thugs just putting Vince in a van and about to make their escape. Vince was trying to resit and trying to get away, but the thugs were too strong and fast for him.
Xyaqom: Hold on Mr. Noham. I'm coming!
Gang Member #1: Shit! Everyone, keep him busy as I drive Vince to the boss!
Gang Member #23: You got it!
I began to run after the thugs to kidnapped Vince, and the thugs that were left behind were all firing their MP40's at me. I dodged their gunfire while turning my hands into shields to block the many bullets that were being fired at me, and when I got close enough, I would kill the thugs. In the corner of my eye, I noticed that the van that Vince was trapped in began to take off.
Xyaqom: Oh shit!
After killing the thug in front of me, I made a dash to the van, I turned my hands into a blade and sliced the back tire, making the van to spiral out of control and hitting a nearby pillar.
Gang Member #1: (Takes out his shotgun) Damn you!
Xyaqom: Stay down, Mr. Noham!
Vince keeps his head down and avoids getting hit from the shots, and the gang member starts firing his shotgun at me. I made the shield to protect myself from the gunfire and tried my best to see how to get to the leader first before this kills Vince. Eventually, he had to reload, I decided to take this opportunity to charge in and kill the gang member leader. After killing the leader of the group, I opened the van and saw Vince tied up and a rag over his head. I quickly took the rag off of him.
Xyaqom: Sir, are you alright?
Vince: (He sees five other thugs coming towards us) Xyaqom, behind you!
I turn to see the five thugs and starts thinking about how to get out of this and see one of them with a rocket launcher.
Gang Member #17: (Aims the rocket launcher at Vince and me) Say goodbye asshole!
Gang Member #18: No you idiot, you'll kill Vince too! The boss wants him alive!
I look at them as I was asking myself if they were dumb or playing stupid. Just then, Sierra came to the scene and killed the remaining thugs using her swords.
Sierra: That was simple.
Vince: Oh, thank you, thank you so much.
Sierra nods at Vince who was emotionless and turns her head to me with simple nod again. Soon, the police arrive, but they weren't just the police, the word on the police van said C.C.P.O.
Police #1: Freeze! Everyone raise your hands!
Sierra and I disappear from the side of Vince.
Vince: It's okay, officer, I'm fine.
Shane: Dad!
Shane runs in and hugs Vince.
Vince: Shane, thank goodness you're okay.
Sierra: (To Xyaqom) Good work Xyaqom, you kept Vince from being ridden off by those thugs.
Xyaqom: Thanks. So who were those guys in the black business suits, the guys who tried to kidnap Vince?
Vince: It has been my rival group, the Oiram Family are always gunning for us.
Xyaqom: But why?
Vince: They are always jealous of my business and success.
Xyaqom: What about the cops? They look different than the other cops.
Sierra: Those? They are the C.C.P.O. Short for Christale City Protection Officers. Apparently, they do jobs that the normal cops don't do.
I turn to see the officers were arresting the remaining group and taking Vince to his safe house.
Sierra: Come on, I'll take you home.
I nod at her and follow her, but I remain silent on the trip.
To Be Continued...
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