The transportation part of the gate he didn't quite understand, but it must have been some kind of god trick. When he looked in front of him he saw a poster with his face. Below his face was a bounty number and above said. 'Wanted Dead.' These people didn't like the blessed very much, that was definitely true.
He walked over to the poster to examine it some more. The image looked almost uncanny to him. So he took one step back and shot a round into the poster, making it fall. He then walked away in a fast paced manner. He didn't want to be around when people went to see what the noise was.
He was now tired again. The sun seemed to be coming up in the distance. He had stayed up all night. It sucked. He now had no more places to go, for real this time. There wasn't any random place he could stumble into, and he didn't have any magic or whatever. He didn't know what to do, so he wandered until the sun came up. Once it did he sat down next to a building.
He pulled out the things he stole from the store as well as the blank book he took from the hidden room. This was the first time he was seeing what he stole. He had what looked like a potion, some snacks, a jar of spiders, and what looked like a ring. It was a fancy ring too, golden with a red diamond in the middle.
But none of it was really useful. So he just started to eat some of the snacks as the morning crowd shuffled around. Through the loud sounds of the crowd only some were talking about the noise he heard, and not a single one of them knew what caused it. But at hearing them talk he got to thinking. Why had he killed that man before? Why didn't he just leave? Was it out of fear or something else? The man did attack him so maybe it was a defense mechanism.
After a little while he was eventually woken out of his trance by a bell. It was loud and annoyed him greatly. But it did make him realize he was already out of snacks. He stood up and looked at the rest of his things. The potion, the ring, the spiders, and his book. He put on the ring so he didn't lose it, and put the rest of his things in his pockets before wandering again.
After wandering a little bit and almost getting lost he made his way into a church, this church had the same bell that had woken him up. He walked in and to his amusement no one was there. It was completely empty. He took the offer of peace and went to lay on one of the seats. "Well, I am tired." He laughed to himself. But another, more gruff voice scoffed in reply. "I don't think you'll be able to sleep there for long." He was shocked, he didn't see anyone beforehand. How could this man get there without alerting him?
The man walked over to him. "Who are you? A street rat?" The man grinned. "No, my name is John. And I'm not a street rat, I just don't have anywhere to go." He said angrily, sending a glare at the man. "So you are a street rat. Anyway I've heard from a little bird that you're also a "blessed." Now that was something he was not expecting to hear. "What do you want? Are you a blessed to?"
The man shook his head yes. "I am. My name is Albert J. Driskill. And, before you ask, yes I have a card, and so does the rest of my group." He was confused. If he had a whole group that had cards, why was he talking to him? Shouldn't he be focused on getting more cards?
Albert then turned around and started walking the other way. He stopped abruptly then clapped twice. Four men then jumped down right infront of him. "These are the other members of the group. They don't use names often, so don't ask." He stood up instantly. "Anyway. We have been observing your behavior and we think you have what it takes to be our next member. So, what do you say?"
He looked at them then at the ground, then back at them. "Fine, I will. But I want some pay first." They looked at each other and nodded. "Ok, fine." He then dropped a big bag filled with all types of coins. "Thank you, anyway, what do you guys do?" He laughed. "We don't do much, but with how you killed that man at the shop…" He gave him a glare. "You want me to be your killer. Don't you." He nodded with a smile. "We need someone to do our dirty work while we do other things. But it seems like you understand, so, goodluck!"
They all then ran out of the church. Leaving him alone. "What am I supposed to do with these coins?" He shouted at them. But they were already gone. And so he had a brand new job and a bag of coins. He thought that most would see it as the best thing ever. But no, no it was not.