The Search for Answers (Innovator/TJH)

Atlantic City, the 2nd largest gambling hotspot in the United States, it was here where Kristoff Makarov grew up, living under the boardwalk and stealing his food each night. He's come a long way since then, he was the leader of a mercenary group called Symbiote, had money, and never went to bed hungry. He was back on a mission, not one from a cleint, but a spiritual one, he wanted to find out who his parents where, how he escaped Death, but most importantly, how he became an Energy Vampire.

Kris was walking down the familiar boardwalk, but everything changed, new hotels and casinos were everywhere. It was a warm summer night, he was wearing his standard uniform, a black fedora, his Rocky Horror Picture Show t-shirt, black skinny jeans, a white belt, 5 bracelets, and finally a pair of beat up black Converse. He heard a voice from behind him, "Hey, pretty boy, give me your money!" Kris simply laughed, angering his assailant. The man screamed, "You think I'm joking?! Give me your money!" Kris turned to face him, the man looked no older than 24, wearing a black vest and ripped baggy jeans, no shoes. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, the type that, on a cleaner man, would make women swoon. "Obviously you have no idea who you're dealing with, so I'll give you one last chance to back off," Kris said calmly.

The man got even more pissed by the fact Kris wasn't even phased by him, " Guess you have to die here then!" The man charged at Kris, slashing at him with a switch knife. Kris grinned broadly and ducked, flipping off the man to add insult to injury. The man slashed again, but this time Kris grabbed his wrist and snapped it. Kris took the knife, grinning evily, "I'm gonna make sure you never hurt anyone again!" Kris slashed the man's throat, the scarlet liquid dyed the brown wood of the boardwalk. Kris then quickly drained the man as to prevent him from making a sound. Kris adjusted his Fedora and continued walking down the boardwalk.

Kris heard the clap and turned around, slightly astonishedat how the man managed to sneak up on him, Kris, are you slipping from your training? He listened to the man, Ra's al-Ghul, talk. He smiled, this man unstood his idealogy, this was unexpected. Kris was sort of taken back by how Ra's said he watched Kris. "Well, let me guess, you have need for someone like me to take care of someone you want dead, it's the life of an assassin, though I left the Guild, so you might as well find an active assassin. I charge more, my skills are unmatched," Kris grinned at that last part, ready for any job that this mysterious man could throw at him.

Tsk, tsk Kris. Didn't anybody ever tell you that talking to strangers is dangerous?
Alex walked down a side alley, gazing at the older gentlemen and his old leader. He wore his usual getup. A bowler cap, white shirt, and pinstripe pants. Like always he was smirking and looked arrogant.
I mean what would your mother say, Kris?... Oh right.
He erupted in mad laughter at his own joke, then looked at Ra's.
Hey?... I regonize you! Ra's al Ghul right? Your a decently common name in Gotham... And the hall's of Arkham...

Kris saw Alex and gritted his teeth. This coward has been a thorn in Kris' side for too long. "Shouldn't have come here, Alexandria," Kris grinned, pulling out his pistol and aiming it at Alex's head. "This man is a terrorist and deserves nothing less than death, attempting to kill anyone who stands against him, he corrupts those around him by his very nature, that and he ruined my favorite CD."

Alex saw the gun and chuckled.
Alexandria?...Well if thats what you'd like to call me, Krissy!... And if you'd like to kill me go ahead, but I'm pretty sure you won't do that.
Alex put his hand over Kris's gun and pushed it down.
The matter of fact is Kris, you don't have the guts to kill somthing you created... Think about it, in a way your responsible for all those orphaned childeren, all those widowed wive's, all those parents that will never get to see there kids again. Yes Kris I am the cancer in the human creation but in all honesty... Did those people really deserve those lives they were given in the first place?
Alex gave Kris a sadistic smile. He then looked back at Ra's.
I've actually read a bit about you, Ghul. Somthing about offing 90% of the worlds population. Your actually only 10% off my goal.

Alex kept his grin and laughed a bit at what Ghul had said.
My endgame?... Putting a bullet between my eye's. I mean think about it, eradicating the worlds population just to add myself to the body count in the end!... Why it's brilliant!
Alex then looked smuggly at him.
What? Did you think I'd start over and plant some tree's to redo whats been done? Only a fool looks to the past. I my aging friend am a visionary. And as for my past, lets just say it was somthing of a horror film.

"You hear this idiot, right? He's a total loon!" Kris yelled, he was getting sick of Alex and shot at him, ready to take him down here and now, his 'army' would most likely crumble without their leader, and if they didn't Kris would hunt them down, one by one if he had too. This man had just openly admitted to being a threat to Symbiote, not that the attack a few weeks ago didn't already prove that.

Alex glarded back at Kris smuggly after he had shot at him.
Honestly, Kris. If you were really gonna kill me... I would have been killed at our last encounter.
Alex looked to the ground. There was a small hole were the bullet had hit. Bodycount chuckled a bit.
You really think stuff like that still scares me Kris. When I'm out every day getting shot at, and shooting others. Nothing scares me Kris... And it's like I told Tim once. "you have nothing to threaten me with". See, I am man in his simplest form. I'm killing or being killed... I'm what people were intened to be.
Alex said coldly.

Kris walked up to Alex and put the gun between his eyes, "What makes you think I won't blow your brains out right now? Then I'll hunt down you're little gang and stomp it out like a fire." Kris seemed to have a low growl in his voice, a more evil side emerging from his demeanor. He was ready to kill Alex, put him down, but... somehow he couldn't. C'mon Kris, just pull the trigger, you've done it a million times to a million different people, he'd just be another statistic! What are you waiting for? Kris started to pull the trigger, but stopped and backed off, somewhat ashamed.

As Kris stood down, you could just look at Alex's face and tell he relished the moment.
Good boy.
He said as he began to laugh like mad. He howled, his eye's watered, he even fell to the ground. Alex heared the old man talk but couldn't make it out over his own laughter. The insane cakles seemed to stop as the smoke cleared, but when it did Alex was laying atop the man who had, had his throat cut by, Kris.
Well my "bestest" friend in the world I really though you were gonna do it.
He ajusted his hat and stood up.
But then I realized how much you love me, and how you'd never hurt me.
He said with a sadistic grin across his face.
But now I must be on my leave... I have many errands to attened to. You know the usual maybe burning down an orphanage, maybe kidnapping and selling Elmay into prostitution..., Hell I might even take Akki out on a date just to piss you off.
Alex reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pellet.
Don't catch this by the way...
Bodycount said as he droped the pellet. It made a small explosion that would send some boardwalk planks flying, and fill the air with a thick orange haze. By the time the smoke had cleared, Alex was gone.