Sirens were scattered all around the Full Moon Hotel, as Chance made a jump to the building behind the hotel itself.
He was in the air, his Tommy Gun no longer with him.
He rolled onto the ground of the next building by the time he landed on its surface. The surface was pressed against his head slightly as well as his back. The cloth showing his face was also hovering down.
He continued to run and jump toward the roof of the next building in front of him. He took a few seconds to look slightly behind him. Trent was on the roof, holding American Violence in his hands.
Even from afar, Trent could see Chance as a lone target running alone like a dog escaping. With his two hands gripped onto American Violence, Trent gave a large yell, before aura around his hands grew greatly and embedded itself with the Hellfire Arm.
He fired a shot, and the bullet became bigger while engulfed in red and black aura.
It created a crater like hole near Chance.
Two more shots were fired as Chance shifted left and right in between the shots. They were both equally loud, each creating a hole in the roof while also throwing a small rumble toward the ground.
A fourth shot hit the edge of a building Chance had his feet. The Haverton made the jump, but he landed body first onto the next rooftop. He winced in pain, before he slowed down his pace, and was greeted by a fire escape.
Chance went down the fire escape. His heart was still beating as he saw police wagons bursting at full speed, passing the street. Even with the mask still on, he had to escape and get to his apartment, change his clothes.
He heard the sound of a car's engine at full power. He stopped to see his own car with the wheels fixed. Surprise was on his face, to think Bright ruined its tires back in Little Italy.
"Chance!" Valefar peeked his head outside of the driver's seat. "Damn. Your Deckard, she drives like a beauty!" he managed his voice. "Get in!"
Chance wanted to roll his eyes, but he sighed. He may be a demon, he thought of Valefar, but he's doing his part in solving this Hellfire Arm crisis, even fixed my Deckard. He gave a small smile.
Of course even he had to fully grasp what was in store for him for killing Luke Brady.
***
Trent could have jumped after that mysterious hitman that killed his client Luke Brady, but he couldn't care less sadly. Luke had already paid him before as a bodyguard.
Mr. Bright said that I should cause an aversion for the police, he thought of what Bright told him to do by the time he got out of Ryder's Island.
Be a criminal for hire, then cause aversion.
Unleashed by some of the ultra violence, Bright's words to him were loud and echoing in his mind, those were the words by the time the crimson Dripper temporarily gave him the ability to turn into mist and fly towards the surface of Morissey.
A surge of pain reached his head, Trent's hands grappled his head as American Violence fell from his pocket. Opening his eyes he saw red liquid dripping. His fingers gently touched his left eye. It was bleeding slightly.
Screams of various men were echoing in his head.
Bitch!
Whore!
Skank!
Worthless piece of shit!
The men's screams. He didn't recognize their voices, Trent himself wasn't much of a social person back in the day. He saw American Violence lying on the floor, and heard more of the screams. They were too much. Too much.
His head heated up, as with his hands. Screams of women appeared in his head, accompanying the men's screams.
Were there people inside of this Hellfire Arm? Trent wondered. He took the damn thing because even back at Ryder's Island, prisoners spoke about the power of Hellfire Arms. News about anything traveled fast around Morissey, even at a place like Ryder's.
He heard footsteps coming up to the roof, he turned to see various members of the police department, the MPD arriving. They were accompanied by a man wearing an American flag on his back. Another Hellfire Arm user? He thought of the man as another odd looking man appeared with shining veins as well as a large shotgun.
Ford and McSweeney pointed their Hellfire Arms at Trent, who was still standing next to Luke Brady's lifeless body. "Hands up!" said Ford before he noticed the body. "All this destruction for one guy, huh?"
Trent looked at Luke's corpse, before he looked behind. He swore he saw a dark colored Deckard going down the streets far ahead at full speed.
"We ain't gonna repeat again, asshole." McSweeney spoke. "Hands where we can fucking see them."
Trent's eyes become bloodshot. Red and pupiless. "No." he first said. "I don't think I will."
Right now, he was going to spread some of the ultra violence.
***
Chance was in the passenger seat when he had first hopped into the Deckard. At the wheel was Valefar.
"Not going to greet a lady, detective?" Stacy Hazelton spoke with a soft voice in spite of her rough and ragged appearance. Next to her was Fang, slightly smaller than it was the first time it appeared. "Fang can alternate his appearance depending on how big or small I ask it too. Truly a dog with its own set of tricks."
"Well the Gunsmith taught Fang well." Valefar said as he was driving. "Both as a Hellfire Arm and a Fang. Speaking of which, I watched you take care of Luke Brady. Good job."
"Where were you?"
"Before? Well, I was accompanying Stacy here recovering a Hellfire Arm, then I decided to check how you were doing. Didn't expect to see you fighting Hobart Trent."
"So that's the name of the guy with the Hellfire Arm?" Chance asked with a raised eyebrow.
The trio was speeding through the streets, with Valefar constantly making left and right turns. Even at this speed, Chance and Stacy saw the chaos unfolding, the panic running amongst the citizens.
"Is it true that you had to kill a man because Valefar saved your life?"
"Indeed, and how was it Chance? I'm assuming there's no more from Luke Brady."
"No more." Chance replied. "I ain't proud of it."
"I figured you didn't, but I'm guessing you had a good idea on what might have happened had you not done the task, right?"
A pause. Fang was looking around like a fool, while Stacy looked at Chance's blank and cold expression.
"You're not gonna tell me what it is?" Chance said.
"The human imagination can sometimes be terrifying, even for me." Valefar added. "Here we are." he said, stopping at a small museum. It was the size of a single story house, and beige in color. It bore the name, American Western Museum.
"Why are we here?" asked Chance.
"This is where the Hellfire Arm was located, the one I found." Stacy said before Fang followed her and turned into the Hellfire Arm. "Let's go."
Stacy went inside first, as with Valefar followed by Chance. The Haverton saw that even for a small space, many pieces of the Old American West were here; hats, revolvers; rifles, belts; boots. The items go on! Some were older looking judging by the fading of color if not specks of dust on them.
"Finally! There you are." the curator spoke. "Please detectives and Mr. Vale. I understand that this is a Hellfire Arm crisis, but Showdown could be a magnificent piece to the museum. Can you imagine what people's faces would be like if they knew this Hellfire Arm was used by one of the most famous outlaws at the time!?"
The curator was a bald man wearing glasses, he was the same height as Stacy, and wore a light blue shirt. The curator's feet then left the ground, before he was brought to Valefar's view, as he felt some hands choking him..
Valefar's eyes turned pitch black, almost containing holes. "This is called a crisis for a reason. Because you humans are screwed if you don't give me and my boss the Hellfire Arms back. Now, show Chance here Showdown, do it now!"
"Alright, alright! Please don't harm me." the curator croaked.
"What does everyone say when I haven't done anything." Valefar said as he snapped his fingers, before letting the curator go. The curator took a few seconds to catch his breath, before he grumbled. "Follow me." he said to the trio and led them to a glass casing.
The glass casing contained a silver revolver with black linings. On the black handle was the engraving of a golden snake showing off its hangs. The barrel and cylinder of the revolver was unusually long and huge. The curator opened the glass, and left the trio be.
Under the glass case was a plaque that said Showdown in big gold letters.
"The least I could do Chance." Valefar spoke. "As payment for killing Luke Brady on Satriano's behalf."
"You want me to-"
"Chance, you can hate me, shoot me or even try and burn me, but I'm doing you a favor here." Valefar explained. "You can't take on Hellfire Arm users including Bright without an Arm yourself."
Chance hated to admit it, but Valefar was right.
"What will happen when this is all over."
"Well, I'll be sure to convince the Gunsmith to let you live a quiet life and die normally, unlike the other Hellfire Arm users we'll get our hands on."
Chance looked at him.
"Okay OKAY, I'll give you tips and insights about the other Hellfire Arms!" Valefar exclaimed, but no reaction from Chance. "Okay, uh, I admit it! I fucked up, I should have guarded the Gunsmith's chambers, but I swear I'll make things right, at least until this crisis is done for good.."
Chance nodded, before he reached out to Showdown. The gun attached itself to Chance's hand as he grabbed onto the handle tight, and felt some heaviness in it.
"We have a deal?" asked Valefar.
Chance did not say, he swung his right arm and shook Valefar's hand hard. Light came out of his eyes and fire went around Chance's body.
Gone was his old disguise and out came a series of clothes. Boots were formed onto his feet, a belt consisting of a knife and bullets also appeared. A dark hat formed onto his head, and a necklace formed around his neck. The necklace itself had a medium size cattle skull.
A dark jacket with a wide collar wrapped itself around Chance's neck, and fingerless gloves appeared on his hands. Dust was floating around his feet. The fire and light soon decimated. Stacy and the curator stepped back in awe, as with Valefar.
Even Valefar was impressed. Now that, he thought in his mind, that's a gunslinger. As he thought this, the sound of an eagle was heard loudly. Chance lifted his head up, as raised his new Hellfire Arm.
Showdown.