Bounty Hunter & Mercenary Troubles

[Deadeye & Verge]

Fortnite Based Story
Characters Don't Belong To Me, But Concepts Of Their Characters Are By Me [Takis]
AND Both Banners & Cover Drawn By Me

A heavy breeze swayed through the winds of the dark and cloudy night, with bare light of the moon making the city seem brighter, more hueful than usual, a very lovely night after all...
Verge sat cozy on the ledge of a high office building, tossing his ball toy around in his hands, while he watched cars pass by below.

Hed sigh to himself in a sense of relaxation, before he set his stressball aside to stand back up on his feet, being cautious of not falling off in the process, that would be embarressing.

"Well would you look at that? Nothing could go wrong here, its quite peaceful." He spoke aloud to himself, not that anybody would be hearing it anyways.
Verge eyed the idea of getting back into his complex and getting some rest for next days mission, quick and easy.
He stretched out his ligaments before heading off towards the side of the building where there was a ladder that helped him up to begin with, and sliding down smoothly he went, now traveling down the alleyway with ease.

There was thickness in the air as he was traveling down, even bringing Verge to a hault as he furrowed his eyebrows and scanning the premise.
It was a closed space, who else would be in here? He hasn't seen anyone else other than himself.

With tension in his hands he moved on forward trying to ignore the harsh feeling of being watched.
He stopped once more as he saw thick navy blue fog mixed with a dark lace of aura as a figure was emerging from the shadows just in front of him, and making Verge stumble back with startle.

"The fuck?!" Verge shouted out with clear fear, before his eyes widen and realized who the buff figure was.
It was just Deadeye, with sharp eyes and leverage of his six shooter in hand and already cocking it while glaring down at the BITCH on the ground below.

"Where the hell do yah think yer goin'?"

"Oi! Deadeye! My man! So great to see you again after a long time!.." He stalled out while already backing away slowly with his hands and legs, but Deadeyes also inching closer with furiousness obvious on his old grumpy face. "I'm not playin' no damn games boy. Yee know why i'm here."

"..Maybe? Maybe not? Why don't you remind me? Maybe it'll ring a bell." Verge snidely said as he looked around quickly for something to chuck at Deadeye.
He didn't like the lazy response and he just aimed his gun at him already with a simple flip.
"Yah stole something important from me dickhe-"
all the sudden a big carboard box nearby was chucked at Deadeye, leaving him confused for a few seconds since he didn't have time to process what'd just happen, and while shoving it away from himself he saw his target running off out of the alleyway, and then the chase began.

"Oh yah fucking ass- ye want games? I'll make it nice and snappy." He muttered under his breath as he darted off into the other direction from him, already knowing his way with shortcuts.
Its Deadeye, hes a naturally Deadeye bounty hunter.
Although hes still quite rusty.
Being old and all.

Verge swindled his way towards a more mundane area, making his way towards the back of an apartment complex, where there was window ledges he started to grip onto, climbing his way up on the side of the peoples windows, hastily making his way up as much as he could to get on top of the building.
He was pretty sure he lost Deadeye by now, so he hauled his way up onto the rooftop panting from working his way up there.

He gradually looked up as he was getting off the ground and there standing in front of him already were Deadeye.

To which he proceeded with panic and tried to distract him with talk. "Hey- cmon! No fair! How'd you get up here so quick?!"

"I just have more capabilites than yer scrawny ass does." He aimed his gun at him once again, and stared at him with anger still fueled through him.

"No! Not.. fully true! You might have the powers but I got brain skill and sexyness as my abilities."

"...What?"

"Yeah! You got nothing on me old man! Noth-"
Verge shrieked as a bullet was shot on his kneecap directly, and he leaned over holding his bleeding leg.
"FUCK- you- YOU DICKBAG! AGH!!"

"Still the same as always, loud mouthed and pathetic."

"OI! I am NOT THAT loud!" He winced, falling on his good knee and clutching the other one in exctrutiating pain. Blood gushing onto the hard floor.
Deadeye started to chuckle at Verge still being a jackass even if hes getting shot at.
"Funny, ain'tcha? Now, tell me where it is lad."

"Where- Where is what?! I'm kind of y'know? BLEEDING OUT!" he yelled and glared up at the old hag, even putting his hand up as if it would defend him from another bullet that could come.

"Well that's not my issue is it now?"

"YOU LITERALLY SHOT ME!"

"I'm not the one bleeding out."

"I AM!"

"Don't care." He shot his arm.
Verge squeeled out from the pain again and held his arm, feeling weaker already. His glove getting soaked in his own blood.
"ASSHOLE!" Verge cried out, gripping his bleeding arm.
"Tell me where yah put my necklace at." Deadeye aimed for his head this time, and Verge groaned out.
"Your- your necklace?- OHHHH right," Verge scooted his arm over so he could reach into one of his vest pockets and pull out a shiny topaz teardrop shaped pendant, dropping it on the ground since hes too fragile to even get up properly.
"Here you go asshat.." he grinned under his mask, not really intelligeable.
Deadeye lowered his gun, coming over to the near limp body and knelt down to the necklace he dropped, taking it from the ground and inspecting it.

"Hm." he got up with the necklace and held it in his hand, setting his gun away back into his holster, moving his coat aside slightly revealing the hip, before covering himself once again.
Deadeye got back up and walked away from Verge, leaving the young man there to bleed out.

"Not even a thank you? Wow you're such a charm." Verge scoffed sarcastically, and tried to get up on his two feet. "I could have died you know."

"You think I didn't know that?" Deadeye responded in his bland tone, not turning his attention towards him.
"Cmon! Help your old buddy Verge out!"

"No."

"..Please? With a cherry on top?"

Deadeye closed the locket on his necklace, and turned his head towards Verge, clearly glaring at him with unamusement before he finally spoke.
"Shove it up yer ass, yah lousy mercenary."
Before he shifted into his shadowed fog form and disappeared into the night with the wind, and Verge gasped.
"LOUSY? Why I oughta!" he raised his fist, and his body couldnt handle it anymore, collapsing on the rooftop in defeat.
"Asshat.."
Don't worry, someone will probably get him later on.

LMFAOO i got bored i wrote the story ill write more stories later with fn characters HOPE YOU ENJOY gooday