Post by Facilier/Rameses/Azula/Iago/Al on Nov 11, 2011 17:04:26 GMT -5
Korso hated Facilier. He dispised the witch doctor more than words could ever say. From the moment the man had asked him about his daughter, he knew he and Mok would try something...he just didn´t expect it to happen so quickly.
He was strong and skilled, yes, but an entire police force could hold him down. Especially after a hard mission. Especially after Facilier drove a poisoned blade against his back. He remembered Mok´s final words as he was dragged away.
"Akima will be taken care of, Joseph. Leave it to me."
No wife. No daughter. No family. No life. He had lost it all with a simple act of treachery.
For years, Korso kept his mouth shut. He didn´t blink as he laid down on the old bed and observed the grey halls time and time again. Always taking a long time walking around hallways he didn´t react to the other prisioners´ tauntings...not that they dared to do it alot.
One day he got out of bed with a different type of glimmer in his empty eyes. Walking around the dinner he inhaled the greasy and slightly nauseous scent of several fried meals. Aparently the inmates would be treated to a tasty dinner this time.
Yeah right...
He sighed softly when he heard a man approach him. Clement Darby was a tall and buff man. Convicted of brutalizing an entire flat of apartments just for the heck of it. Even Korso paled in height against this giant. Since he was wanted dead from most of the mobsters he had helped incarcerate during his hitman alliance with Mok, he deduced Darby wanted to set things straight and become the top dog the old fashioned way: killing him.
"You know, somethin´Korso? I´m pretty famous here." he taunted, passing his hands under a table. "Perhaps you should answer once in a while, before I have to remind you who the man here is."
Korso rolled his eyes, not letting anyone see him, obviously. Staring forward he analyzed the structure and could even perceive his opponent´s actions. Turning his back he started walking to his table.
Darby clenched his fist but still smirked tauntingly.
"I guess I´ll have to." suddenly, like a viper he swung a knife at Korso, ready to stab his neck.
The bounty hunter breathed in for a second, turning around like a knife and ducking his opponent´s slash. Grabbing a plate he smashed it on Darby´s face before kicking his stomach. Not losing any time he quickly punched the glass separating them from the kitchen, ignoring the glasses digging their way in his wrist as he gripped one of the friers and poured boiling oil on Darby´s face, who immediately succumbed to his knees, screaming uncontrolably as he felt his flesh sink into his bones.
"None of you seem to understand." Korso shot a glare to all the men surrounding him and the guards who were taking a step towards him. "I am not locked here with you. You are locked here with me!"
One of the guards quickly pointed his weapon at him. "Stand down! Drop your defenses and we will not shoot!"
Korso tilted his head to the sides and started walking to him.
"Are you crazy? WE WILL SHOOT! You have nothing! We have guns!" he continued to scream as Korso walked towards him.
"No." Korso quickly interrupted him. "You have bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I won´t be standing, because if I am, you will die before you even start reloading them."
He lunged forward, grabbing a table and throwing it to the shooting guards, making some of them fall. Leaping towards another he let gravity do the work as he slid between the legs of one, turned around quickly and kicked him behind his knees, snapping his legs and breaking his neck before he even had the chance to fall. Easily grabbing his corpse, he started using it as a shield against the bullets before throwing it to another guard and jumping to a table. Gaining the necessary support he grabbed a lamp and swung until his boot met the face of the remaining guard, making him fall backwards and crack his skull on the concrete floor.
Turning around to face the running inmates he stole a gun from one of the dead guards and shot a lamp, not blinking as the falling glasses fell upon an attacker, cutting his nose of. Grabbing the man, he threw him forward to hault the other ones and through force pressed his shoulder hard against them, making many of the assailants collapse.
Breaking the gun with his bare hands he growled at the men. "Come get some!"
He smirked as he saw the attackers back down and gulp. Even if they were so many, the man standing before one of them seemed like the devil, just woken up from a deep slumber.
Turning his back on them he walked out, easily finding a way out through the building, having studied it for so long. Snapping a janitor´s neck and taking his clothes he easily walked off, leaving the site after almost ten years.
A new step began now. And he would find his loved one. Even if he had to search beyond Neverland.
He was strong and skilled, yes, but an entire police force could hold him down. Especially after a hard mission. Especially after Facilier drove a poisoned blade against his back. He remembered Mok´s final words as he was dragged away.
"Akima will be taken care of, Joseph. Leave it to me."
No wife. No daughter. No family. No life. He had lost it all with a simple act of treachery.
For years, Korso kept his mouth shut. He didn´t blink as he laid down on the old bed and observed the grey halls time and time again. Always taking a long time walking around hallways he didn´t react to the other prisioners´ tauntings...not that they dared to do it alot.
One day he got out of bed with a different type of glimmer in his empty eyes. Walking around the dinner he inhaled the greasy and slightly nauseous scent of several fried meals. Aparently the inmates would be treated to a tasty dinner this time.
Yeah right...
He sighed softly when he heard a man approach him. Clement Darby was a tall and buff man. Convicted of brutalizing an entire flat of apartments just for the heck of it. Even Korso paled in height against this giant. Since he was wanted dead from most of the mobsters he had helped incarcerate during his hitman alliance with Mok, he deduced Darby wanted to set things straight and become the top dog the old fashioned way: killing him.
"You know, somethin´Korso? I´m pretty famous here." he taunted, passing his hands under a table. "Perhaps you should answer once in a while, before I have to remind you who the man here is."
Korso rolled his eyes, not letting anyone see him, obviously. Staring forward he analyzed the structure and could even perceive his opponent´s actions. Turning his back he started walking to his table.
Darby clenched his fist but still smirked tauntingly.
"I guess I´ll have to." suddenly, like a viper he swung a knife at Korso, ready to stab his neck.
The bounty hunter breathed in for a second, turning around like a knife and ducking his opponent´s slash. Grabbing a plate he smashed it on Darby´s face before kicking his stomach. Not losing any time he quickly punched the glass separating them from the kitchen, ignoring the glasses digging their way in his wrist as he gripped one of the friers and poured boiling oil on Darby´s face, who immediately succumbed to his knees, screaming uncontrolably as he felt his flesh sink into his bones.
"None of you seem to understand." Korso shot a glare to all the men surrounding him and the guards who were taking a step towards him. "I am not locked here with you. You are locked here with me!"
One of the guards quickly pointed his weapon at him. "Stand down! Drop your defenses and we will not shoot!"
Korso tilted his head to the sides and started walking to him.
"Are you crazy? WE WILL SHOOT! You have nothing! We have guns!" he continued to scream as Korso walked towards him.
"No." Korso quickly interrupted him. "You have bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I won´t be standing, because if I am, you will die before you even start reloading them."
He lunged forward, grabbing a table and throwing it to the shooting guards, making some of them fall. Leaping towards another he let gravity do the work as he slid between the legs of one, turned around quickly and kicked him behind his knees, snapping his legs and breaking his neck before he even had the chance to fall. Easily grabbing his corpse, he started using it as a shield against the bullets before throwing it to another guard and jumping to a table. Gaining the necessary support he grabbed a lamp and swung until his boot met the face of the remaining guard, making him fall backwards and crack his skull on the concrete floor.
Turning around to face the running inmates he stole a gun from one of the dead guards and shot a lamp, not blinking as the falling glasses fell upon an attacker, cutting his nose of. Grabbing the man, he threw him forward to hault the other ones and through force pressed his shoulder hard against them, making many of the assailants collapse.
Breaking the gun with his bare hands he growled at the men. "Come get some!"
He smirked as he saw the attackers back down and gulp. Even if they were so many, the man standing before one of them seemed like the devil, just woken up from a deep slumber.
Turning his back on them he walked out, easily finding a way out through the building, having studied it for so long. Snapping a janitor´s neck and taking his clothes he easily walked off, leaving the site after almost ten years.
A new step began now. And he would find his loved one. Even if he had to search beyond Neverland.