Stolen Bike||Solo

(Rolling ahead of time so I can one-shot this job)

Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

Though he usually did jobs that required him to assassinate someone or to steal something, he somehow got himself stuck doing this job. Instead of stealing, he was taking back stolen bicycles, well actually will be doing. He still had yet to accomplish this job. Walking down the streets, his large hands stuffed into his black hoodie pocket, just finished talking with the authorities. Not actually for the reason you would think considering who this person was, but to take this job. He just needed some money, get some food in some other way besides having to beg for it from people. Rather pathetic, he thought to himself, something of his caliber reduced to this state. Nobody to help him, just his god and his creations constantly there to make his life worse, along with the magic that he created and Lucius now possesses. Back to being homeless, with only his wits and fighting to care for him. No way in hell would he tell Astrid, she would freak if she knew he was homeless along with other things. While also trying to smuggle him into her guild's city to have him live there. She was nice, but he didn't want his sister's pity and help, he felt pathetic enough already. He wasn't going to have his sister worry about him more then she already does. Though it did keep bugging him, that voice, that thing kept telling him he would probably go begging to anybody for help with something sooner or later. The assassin tried to hit it away, he had a job to do, even if he really didn't want to do it. He couldn't let himself be constantly distracted by these thoughts and voices that pestered him to no end.
Luckily for the photophobic teenager, the sun was currently hidden by quite the overcast. Probably going to rain soon, but that wasn't really that important, shouldn't worry about something that hasn't happened yet. With his sharp, calculating and cold blue/green gaze, he scanned his surroundings. He was in the worse part of Motor City, the part of the city that would have lowly thieves in it. Usually people would be scared when walking through a place like this, but considering the first few years of his life he grew up in a place infested with assassins and killers and him being one himself. The boy wasn't scared in the slightest, he was actually slightly hopeful, hopeful in the fact that someone might be stupid enough to attack someone who looks like he does. So he could do what he pleased, easing his mentally unstable mind. Yes, that would be a great time, he couldn't wait. Trying to prevent a grin from creeping onto his snow pale complexion from thinking such thoughts, he caught the sight of a motor bike, flames across the side of it. So flashy, the boy wasn't into such noticeable things like that, his own motorcycle was totally black, and he actually got it from this city along with a legal licence.
This of which, was one of the missing bikes of which he was supposed to retrieve, but gladly, it came with a few thugs. One of which covered head to toe in stupid looking tattoos. Probably there just to make him look tough, who knew if he even thought about what he was permanently putting into his skin, the idiots. While also being extremely muscular, which wasn't scary in the slightest, just looked sort of stupid to the dark mage. Yes, strength was good, but flexibility, agility and speed was also good. And this man, clearly didn't have those in his stats. The second had some tattoos on him, but defiantly not as many, he was skinny as a lamp post and had a pointy chin that could probably kill somebody. Pointy ears and a stupid pair pointy sunglasses to match said chin, lastly with a mischievous smile. The assassin guessed this was the smarter one of the bunch, and probably had stolen the nice looking, and probably very expensive, motorcycle. The last one, was basically like the first one I explained, overly muscular and painted in tattoos.
Once they saw the almost seven foot boy giving them an evil glare, the two goons of pointy chin, got up from their spots. Revealing more bikes behind them once they stood, not hard to believe they were hiding something behind their freakish amount of muscles. They walked up to him, and looking up with their permanent scowls they grunted "What do you want?" "You wanna mess with us?" Lucius couldn't hide it anymore, a psychopathic grin spreading across his face. His dark aura slipping out and sending chills and second thoughts into the muscle heads'. Even pointy chin dropped his smile, though he was smarter then his goons and stayed out of the fighting, letting them do as they please. Though he might've feared that they wouldn't be a match for him, but probably reassured himself because the mischievous smile returned.
Though it should've stayed away, because they didn't have a chance. It had been weeks since he last killed something, he was filled with steam and he was ready to let it lose. Already high on adrenaline before even fighting, in a matter of seconds he pulled out his knife and turned it into it's scythe form. It's black blade scared the goons slightly, but they were to stupid to run away, they pulled out their guns and shot. Lucius dodged easily, weaving in and out, with one swift movement he sliced one of them down the chest. As he did the man went through so many facial expressions. Pride, because there was no way he could cut through his pecs, then the rest was just a mixture of terror, regret and pain. He was no longer in the fight, he fell back, dropping his weapon he laid on the ground and bled out, slowly dying. The boy left him there to deal with the other muscle head. This guy was really stupid, he didn't run away, and he still fought with offence and not defense like a smart person would after seeing their friend downed in the matter of a few seconds.
The teen spared with him a bit longer, just to get his hopes up that he may have had a chance, but he easily ended him by stabbing the scythe through the top of his skull. The grin still on his face he released a sigh, twirling the scythe effortlessly between his long pale fingers. The leader of their group of three, pointy chin, attempted to scramble off. But in a few seconds the assassin transformed the scythe back, flicked the switchblade closed, stuffing it into his pocket and pulling out a gun and shooting with very accurate aim as to barely chip his ear. All the while well calling the law enforcement, and telling them that he had found four bikes and had already dealt with the thieves of the bike. He told them the address of the bikes location, figuring the bodies of two extremely muscular goons would prevent people from stealing the bikes from their position. Because a smart person would know that, whoever killed them, would also do that to them if they did the same. But then again who knows this is the bad part of town, no one is raised to be smart over here.
The pointy chin guy, obviously smart enough to stop moving, the boy clearly didn't want him to run. And someone who could shoot with that accuracy, he would be dead if he tried. So he figured he could use his silver tongue to get out of this situation, I mean he did in ever other right? Hanging up on the phone, he put his gun back in the back of his pants and put his phone back in his pocket. Walking slowly, ignoring the blood of the goons dripping off of him, soaking his black clothes and making them darker. He grabbed the collar of the thief, and with his creepy grin and evil eyes he looked at him "Now why don't you come with me?" then he took him away, you can try and guess what happened next. He was going to enjoy himself, a little reward for himself for doing something actually good for once in a long time.


W o r d    C o u n t:
1403 ☺ 750

N o t e s:
Lowered the bosses that I rolled to normal, considering there is no boss or strong in this job.