Tales of S'Varka

Blight of the Slums

It was night in the city, specifically the East. A man in a white suit with red trim and a red tie was walking through the alleys of the East City District. He had a black fedora which covered his hair, and his green eyes scanned the area, looking for someone. His hands were in his pockets, and a cigarette was held between his lips.

This man was Shumai Des, he was one of the most feared men in the city. But he had an alias. The name that the people feared, was X. Simply X. None feared Shumai, because none knew he was X. Most who learn his true identity usually die soon after.

Tonight was his night to prowl. See, there was this girl that he had been talking to for quite some time. They were together. Someone had killed her just the day before and it sent him over the edge. He saw the faces of the men, but they had escaped. He knew they came this way, so he was here to find them. Anyone knew Shumai by the suit, it was his signature outfit. Today though, he was X. And he was hunting.

After an hour of walking the alleys a group of men approached Shumai, chuckling. They had crobars and knives. One man stepped forward and scoffed, "Looks like we got a live one here. Shumai, eh? Last time I saw you was when you kicked me out of the West District.". This man was bald, and had bright blue eyes. He was bulky and his voice was gruff.

"Hello, Zander. I'm not here for-" before he finished he saw the two men from the day before. They were in Zander's group.

Zander smiled, "For trouble? Well you came to the wrong pla-".

Before Zander could finish speaking, Shumai began to chuckle. "You guys know the name X, am I right?" He asked as he looked to the sky, before bringing his gaze down, to meet Zander's own gaze.

"None of you will believe it, but that's me. And you two," He said as he pulled his right hand from his pocket and pointed to the two from the day before, "are on my shit list. You won't live the next five minutes. None of you will." He pulled his left hand up, and lit his cigarette, dropped the lighter, and flicked his finger, the ring on his middle finger seemed to open like a tiny blade, a small blade sticking from the ring itself.

Shumai sliced his thumb on it, and began to laugh. Suddenly two men from either side of Shumai rushed him with knives. He simply twitched his thumb, as his blood shot from his body and flung through the air. It sliced the four men into small pieces like they were nothing.

Zander groaned, and shouted, "GET HIM YOU BASTARDS." Then the group of twelve men rushed forwards all at once except Zander and the two behind him. They backed up, realizing he was the guy from before and tried to run. But the group was cut down before they could even touch Shumai.

He rushed forward, using the blood to launch himself. He now had much more blood at his disposal from the dead men. His body basically flickered and he was in front of the two that tried to run. A maniacal smile could be seen upon his face, and it looked as though he had lost his mind. His eyes were blank and cold.

Before the men could react, they were sliced, thousands of times over, and nothing was left except a red mist of blood and bone marrow.

Zander stood, staring at the bodies in front of him, in fear. He couldn't even turn around to face the last two as Shumai killed them. Shumai slowly walked up behind Zander.

"Looks like it was all a waste, huh? I'll give Sara your regards." He finished by using the blood to skewer Zander leaving s gaping hole in his chest.

Later that night, Shumai was back in the Central City District. He sighed and looked to the sky. "Things have to be done. Things have to be shown." He said as the 'sky' began to light up and it was becoming day. He looked towards the North City District and a man with white hair stood at the entrance, and was waving as Shumai.