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Get yer Kleenex handy, Lobo.
BANDITS, THIEVES, AND OUTLAWS
The notorious Boontown
Light became a crucial source to Umi and her terrible nightvision.
The sun was set, and only the pitch black sky held high above, not even the moon showing itself yet.
She held out her arms, hoping to feel something that she could touch, and that would rail her back to Stranger.
He, however, held far ahead, his neon-green eyes beaming around the rocky path, and avoiding the tripstones that Umi had to endure.
Luckily for him, his nightvision was almost perfect, which left Umi in the dust.
He slowed his pace, sticking his head up in the air, a waft of musty air swirling around his head.
His nostrils engulfed the smokey smell, wafting down on his tongue nastily.
He snorted, wiping his nose down from the smokey air, and continued forward.
His eyes caught a golden light streaming down below the jagged rocks, almost making it invisible with the smog that spiraled overhead.
He hummed interested, moving faster ahead towards the faint glinting light.
Umi grunted over the tripstones taking over her feet and making her hobble around near to the ground.
"Stranger?" she called.
"I can't see. Where are you?"
His ears flicked up, and spun around to her.
Oh, I almost fergot's 'bout you...
He held out a hand towards her, slightly wandering off his course.
"Over 'ere," he said, taking a few steps back to try and reach for her arm.
She followed immediately to his voice, almost passing his open hand.
He wrapped his fingers around her arm, pulling her gently up behind him, and headed forward to the slight golden aura.
As they moved forward, the air tasted dirtier, and the smell became smogier.
Stranger had a growing idea of what they were heading to, almost a city-like atmosphere.
He quickened his pace, holding his hand tighter around Umi's arm, while tugging her behind him.
She jumped around the rocks she kicked in to, grunting loudly at Stranger's impatients.
"Hey, Stranger!" she growled.
"Ever though that I don't have good sight like you do?"
Stranger ignored her, now running up to the ridge of where the golden light spiked out.
He stopped immediately, pulling Umi beside him, and staring down at a deep gorge that cut down in to the flat-top mountain.
Umi blinked disbelievingly up to him, but snapped down to the visible light she could see.
The smog parted over the gorge, waving up to the sparkling night sky.
Below the gorge revealed a run-down, shanty-type town; many buildings leaning awkward angles upon their last rotted wooden planks.
Many various speckles of creatures inhabited the small town.
What Stranger thought to be more...glorious, suddenly tramped upon his thoughts.
They made it.
They had finally found the notorious Boontown.
The sky exploded in to many stars when they finally reached the very outskirts of Boontown, making their way in to.
Drunken bustlers hung wearily by old bent-down bars and Saloons, theire heavy heads holding up to the newcomers moseying in to their territory.
Species that even Stranger didn't know of wandered in small groups around the ghostly, yet threatening town.
Umi glanced just briefly at familiar creatures she sweared to see somewhere; their long green-tassled mouths moving with their speech, and their red-orange devious eyes locked on to the passing newbies ignoring their stare.
Green-skinned, human-like figures hung around the dark alleyways, between unstable buildings leaning ominously over their heads, snapping their heads in attention of the passing presenses that gave off a tense force.
As Stranger's head gave tense stares back to the industrialites, Umi fell closer to his hand, her arms holding shakily to his.
"Stranger..." she quivered.
"I don't...I don't like this place,"
As much as she was a city person, the creatures around didn't make the atmosphere her ideal feeling.
"Stay close," Stranger told quietly.
"Places like these can be, the most dangerous to a person like you,"
The town walked an endless path down between the broken homes, many weaker industrialites taking shelter within hotel Saloons from the evils of night.
Junkies and sellers wandered the dark alleyways, holding their hands deep down in their Burely trenchcoats, watching through their glowering eyes for a helpless prey to mosey by their turf.
Just as they passed by two rickety bars, one jumped out to them, the human-like figure.
Stranger halted immediately, its arms wide open, opening its coat to large pockets inside, various packages stuffed deep down under its arms.
"Wanna buy some Meech munchies? Paramite pies, hell, or even Fuzzle pies?" it spoke in a hazey tone masking its high-pitched voice.
Its eyes were blood-shot drugged, staring heavily at the larger of the couple.
Stranger growled defensively, his hair standing up on his arms.
"Git lost," he grunted, turning Umi in front of him, and moving forward away from it.
The seller's lip quivered disappointedly, beginning to follow slowly behind them.
"What?" it called to him in a sincere gangster tone.
"You don't like my merchendise?"
Stranger sneered back to the seller.
"I said beat it, vermin,"
The seller sneered back, offended by the stranger's ignorant self.
Its arm extended out to his shoulder, grappling tightly around.
"Yo, buddy!" its tone got louder and meaner.
"I asked you a question, and it'd be nice to get an answer!"
Stranger wiped off its hand, moving foward with a heinous sneer ahead.
The seller clenched its teeth tighty, grinding against anger of the stranger, shuffling a hand deep in to its pocket.
"I said I asked you a question, you shmuck!"
A loud click popped in its coat.
It whipped out a silvery-grey pistol out to the ignorant wanderer, its eyes burning furiously.
Stranger's ears flicked at the audible click within the Mudokon's coat pocket, and spun to it slowly, an ominous face scrunched to it.
His bow unlocked at the Mudokon's challenge, placed upon the dual-launchers, Rabid Fuzzles and Super Stingbees.
He moved a wandering arm back to Umi, keeping her close behind him, while he held out his arm to the seller.
Stranger's face darkened under the shadow of his hat, his appearance veiling more ominous to the Mudokon with his gleaming eyes and fiercsome baring teeth.
The Mudokon was unaffected by the stranger's darkened face.
"I ain't gonna tell yer again..." Stranger spoke so low, it vibrated in the seller's pint-sized ears.
"Leave,"
The Mudokon's arm began to quiver from the stranger's deep tone, sweat dribbling down its grey-green skin, but kept a rock-hard determined stare upon the stranger.
But it wasn't appearing determined to Stranger with its quivering arm holding the pistol.
Its hand shook the pistol loosely out of its hands, dropping on to the black dirt, along with itself.
"Ok..." it raised its paws to him.
"You win..."
Stranger lowered his arm at the pitiful expense of the seller, and scraped its gun to him by his boot.
He plucked it off the ground, inspecting it up from the rusted tip of the barrel, all the way back down to the bumpy ridges of the butt.
He sneered rashly at the Mudokon, taking his other hand upon the butt of the pistol, and snapping the pistol in to two.
He threw down the pistol in front of the Mudokon, it staring heart-broken at its only weapon that was in two pieces.
Stranger tipped his hat sarcastically at the seller, taking a step back.
"Pleasure doin' business with yer,"
He spun around to Umi, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and walked back down through the town, ignoring the seller's distraughted self.
As he watched the stranger walk away from him, a cruel grin crept along his chapped lips.
An evil chuckle wafted in his voice.
"There's gonna be some hell to pay tonight, punk," he spat to himself, standing up, and merging back in to the dark alleys of Boontown.
He followed the system of paths behind the shanty homes, stopping halfway down back between the town, and stepping to a huddle of three more Mudokons, leaning against the creaking planks, twittling toothpicks between their misshapen teeth.
The seller approached a taller figure, hidden under the brim of its round-cap hat.
"A pair of newcomer punks turned me down, boss,"
The Mudokon leader plucked his toothpcik from its mouth, and flicked it on to the dusty ground.
"Really," he said apathetically, his voice hazy and deep in an italian slang.
His hat tipped up from over its dark eyes, staring down at the seller's seldom tone.
"Yeah. That furry punk snapped my pistol in to two. These guys mean business, Ken,"
The leader chuckled dryly.
"Well then," he said in a sincere tone, slipping his hands in to his side pockets.
"'Dis town ain't big enough for two punks,"
The seller's eyes grew bright of a machination.
"We's gonna do it?"
Ken nodded his head.
"Yeah..." he nodded, merging in to the dark crooked shadows behind the town.
"We's gonna do it..."
A crackly laugh came out last, "Tonight,"
The crooks laughed as well, as they followed along with their devious plot.
Something devilish filled the air, waving above the only two whom wandered the street, at this very moment.