Intoxia Warriors - Mizuka Blood (Arc One)

Chapter 1 - Warehouse 102 Massacre

THERE'S A CLEAR SAYING: Try something before you knock. You'll never know what you'll run into. You might regret it later.

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Inside the enlarged, famous Warehouse 102, a construction building with an accumulation of twenty-three hundred workers and six employers of all six industry groups. Metals bashed by hammers, men working and communicating through differeny obstacles. Some of them are on lunch break and some had gone home after their shifts.

"Hey, Jake, you think the wife and kids would be interested in coming over for dinner tonight?" Robinson asked her friend and co-worker.

"No, not really. She's planning lasagna for the kids and me. So, I can't necessarily walk out on her like that. You know how much I love that," Jake replied, setting three of the metal plates over the wood that's held up by table. He mopped the sweat from his forehead and spat out the saliva from his mouth. "What about you? Don't you have a baby to take care of with your woman?"

"Oh, they won't be home until, like three in the morning. Hey, you hear about the ceremony that's about to happen tonight?" Robinson asked with a grim expression.

"Yeah, but we're prohibited from going. Remember after what the second boss did a while back that cost us all the opportunity to go, no matter what's going down?" Jake said, helping Robinson memorize the incident that occurred between Lola Mizuka and the Second Boss.

"Ah, he sucks. If only he had done what Lola said, we wouldn't be having this problem. But it's like most jobs these days have spitfire bosses who expects us to show sympathy towards them when they only appreciate the fact that they're making money off our hard work and paying us less," Robinson stated with frustration.

"Don't worry about that. Sooner or later, he'll be long gone before hand. He's retiring next week. Apparently, he's been in this business for more than four decades. Long before I was even a thought, but there were times back when I first started here he was pretty cool. He'd pay us more than what we've been getting as of recent," Jake uttered, leaning his back up against the rail of the metal walkway that led down to the bottom floors. "I mean, I remember working like past my optimized time, he actually paid at least over six-hundred dollars in less than a week. After all, I do owe a lot to the man. He's been around prior before my Dad abandoned my Mom and I a year after I was born."

"Oh, I forgot he has done a lot for you. It's always best to learn from the icons and what they know about life, so I can't really blame him  for being this way," Robinson supported. "You know we've been cool for a decade. I adore your wife as if she was my sister and your kids; you know the rest of what I'm about to say--"

"Yeah, yeah," Jake interjected sarcastically. "You're the uncle. Shut up already."

After they both chuckled strongly, a group of employees were heading over towards something unfortunate. Without any warning, all the lights had suddenly gone out, as well as the machines stopping in the process. All the employees simultaneously heard a blade penetrating through an employee's torso. The impact from the weapon had the blood soaring to the back of another victim's neck. The next attack was a swift slash towards the back of the neck, viciously severing it from the host's shoulders.

"What the hell was that?" Robinson asked desperately. He witness a shady entity delivering a blurry of attacks; one worker after another. He saw everyone else making a run for it, but single-handedly ran into Jake, whose corpse he tripped over and landed face-first on the floor his face landing in the small pool of his blood. "Jake!"

Robinson exclaimed his name, crying out for someone to come and aid his wounds and injuries. Luckily, he didn't get homicide along with those who were being caught in the attacks. He vaguely did what he could to muster all the strength to hoist Jake up from the ground. They both took a different route in order to avoid any devastating contact.