I still don't understand why my brother allows scum and criminals like yourself into the city. He's slacking off. But I completely understand." He's already an old bastard who needs to retire. Since he won't do anything about the scum and criminals ramping up on down the city, I guess it is my job to do so." Ragnar grabbed Albert by his expensive suit, staring deeply into his eyes making Albert sweat profusely. He tossed Albert to the side causing him to smack in the wall. Ragnar loved to toy around with his victims before he killed him. It was his hobby. Something he did on a regular. Albert had many broken bones and ruptured organs. Ragnar started slowly walking towards Albert. He kneeled down on one of his knees and placed one of his short swords by Albert's neck. I like your attuide." That's why I'm going to let you live. For now." Be a good little dog and scat!" Albert quickly hopped to his feet beginning to run as fast as he could away from the junkyard. His entire face was covered in blood. He could barely see. This was why he crashed into a rusted stop sign. His head smashed against the stop sign.
Blood oozed out. Albert banged his head on the ground and groaned. He was already in a lot of pain, but that doubled the pain. He wouldn't let Ragnar get away with nearly killing him. He wanted payback. Revenge. Luckily for Albert, he had a spare phone hidden in his sock. He removed the phone from his left sock and dialed a number. As he dialed the number into his hidden spare phone, he felt his phone starting to heat up, burning layers of skin off his hands. He squinted his eyes, tightly clenching the phone in his hand. He was confused. Suddenly as the number contacted, the red hot phone cooled down. He pressed the phone near his ear and sighed. " I am ready to accept your offer." The person on the other end started snickering. I know you would lighten up. So you understand the guidelines don't you?" Yes, whatever." I am ready to accept it." So what do you wish for?" The person on the other hand was The Chameleon. At least a couple of days ago Albert intervened with The Chameleon. He presented himself to look like a clown dressed in a fancy suit He told him many tales and stories of people he made into powerful beings. And what did Albert do, he listened. He told The Chameleon he needed some days to think it over.
He didn't trust him a single bit. Albert held his head and sighed. Calling The Chameleon was a last minute thing. Since Abel hadn't returned he knew things didn't go as according plan. He knew Prince Guy refused. I wish for..." Yes, yes, yes!!" What do you wish for?!" Albert finally came to a solution. " You know what?" I don't want any wishes from you." I don't need to sell my soul to defeat my opponents. Have a nice life and go fuck yourself because I ain't giving up my soul." The Chameleon began laughing. " You've just- Before The Chameleon could finish his sentence, Albert hanged up and removed the number off his phone before dialing another one.