Post by Ratball Slade on Apr 27, 2022 21:40:58 GMT -5
PROLOGUE
The sound of ocean waves calms the weary man’s nerves. For a man with as much pressure and stress on his shoulders as Nix, it’s almost a necessity that he lives on the sea. The rolling blue is his home, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. The daily pressures of running an international organization is enough to kill a man. Especially one who takes his job as seriously as Nix does. This isn’t the life he wanted though. No, he wanted more. Nix has an insatiable lust for power, for admiration. He wants to lead the people. And those who refuse to follow? They should fear him from the shadows, out of sight. Nix is relaxing on the railing of his ship looking out into the distance while smoking his Dunhill cigarette, awaiting the arrival to his next destination.
MARTHA KING: Nix? Where are you? I’ve looked all over this bloody ship.
NIX KING: Over here mother.
Martha approaches Nix, dressed extravagantly, as if she were going to a ball. This was her normal attire however, hence Nix’s ‘interesting’ choice in clothing. Nix takes one last puff of his cig then tosses it overboard.
MARTHA KING: Could you be a dear and get Andy for me, I have some work for him.
Nix gives her a nod which she responds gleefully to. She holds her arms out for a hug which Nix begrudgingly accepts.
MARTHA KING: Okay, I’ll be in my room, just send him my way if you could, and could you please stop smoking those horrible things.
Nix sighs, and turns back toward the water knowing his mother smokes far more than even he does. The woman walks away whilst another member of his inner circle approaches. A German man in a far to large fur trimmed coat. The first of his closest childhood friends, Lukas Bohm.
LUKAS BOHM: Bruder, it appears we have a situation.
NIX KING: Don’t we always?
Nix doesn’t even give Lukas a glance despite the serious nervous energy he can feel coming from his friend.
LUKAS BOHM: It has to do with your, possibly, father.
In almost an instant Nix is frozen in place. Not even a breath escapes his lungs. In his mind Nix is almost unsure he heard Lukas right.
NIX KING: My father?
Lukas stays very serious, worried about what his friend may do when he hears the news.
LUKAS BOHM: Ja.
NIX KING: After all this time, why would he be important now? I have plenty of my own shit to worry about.
LUKAS BOHM: Well, for one, he isn’t who your mother says he is…
Nix raises a finger, tilting his head in frustration.
NIX KING: I do not need to hear another word about him. I know who my father is. I may not know the man but, his blood flows through me. Anything you have to say is unimportant. I’m focused on preparing for the task at hand.
LUKAS BOHM: Well, it has to do with your next target.
Nix reaches into his pocket and pulls out another cigarette as well as a lighter.
NIX KING: Here we fuckin’ go…
LUKAS BOHM: He has ties to Project: Honor.
Nix deeply inhales and exhales, keeping the cig in his mouth. The smoke funnels out on either side drifting off into the clear sky.
NIX KING: How do you know?
LUKAS BOHM: Well…
meanwhile…
Andy and Martha lay closely together in bed, Andy being the other of Nix’s closest friends, and the only man he would ever allow to perform such obscene acts with his mother. Martha on her way back to her room had found Adam already there, waiting for her.
MARTHA KING: How do you always know?
ANDY RANCHER: Oh, you know me, I just do.
Andy positions himself forcefully over Martha.
MARTHA KING: Oh! Already getting started are we?
back on the deck…
LUKAS BOHM: You’re mother let it slip after…
Lukas stops, not willing to speak further.
NIX KING: Be a man, I can take it. Spit it out.
Lukas shivers and gags a little unhappy with what he has to say.
LUKAS BOHM: Pleasing herself with our dear freund…
NIX KING: So she does know more than she is willing to tell.
Nix removes his hat and looks to the shiny bits of metal poking through, from the razors hidden within the brim.
NIX KING: I guess I have some investigating to do while I’m there.
A notification goes off from the phone in Lukas' pocket. As he pulls it out he rolls his eyes, seemingly annoyed by what he is reading.
LUKAS BOHM: We should do some more training. It looks like you’ll be competing far sooner than anticipated. I’ll have the crew fuel the heli.
Nix puts his Gatsby hat back snugly onto his head, tilting it downward covering his eyes.
NIX KING: What happened to starting a month from now?
LUKAS BOHM: Looks like the show runner got a bit excited and wanted to show the talent off early.
Nix king doesn’t smile, frown or anything in between. He is all business when he looks into Lukas’ eyes.
NIX KING: I guess it’s time to show these tossers what a real fight looks like.
Nix begins to make his way to the training area. Lukas doesn’t immediately follow after, unsure of what to do.
LUKAS BOHM: Should I get Andy?
NIX KING: Nah, leave him be, mate. He’s too busy shagging my mother…
Lukas gags once more, then hurriedly follows after Nix.
