What's a man to do when presented with an ultimatum?
"Damned if I do, damned if I don't. So damn it all then I'm going in and getting the fuck out as soon as I get to the bottom of things." Were the ever-so-wise yet sharp words of Issei Mendoza as he casually strolls down the broken roads that leads to the entrance of the city of District 1. He didn't bother befriending any of the other convicts, the bottom line they all shared was that they were scums of the Earth, and he wasn't about to play games with his life.
A snap of a wrist and ice formed above his hand, scrutinizing the image before him as he made sure that the damned Iron Maiden fuckers hadn't done any freaky experiments. His reflection, a fairly average yet lean and muscular figure with amber sun-kissed skin. The orange inmate jumpsuit was zipped down and hanging around his waist, revealing his sleeveless fitted top that ended just shy of the midriff. The young man's obsidian hair tied up in a half man bun with side bangs defining his features. Guarded piercing hazel observed with a sharp glint before more ice materialized and he was able to see his back.
"Good, can't feel anything weird or see any extra attachments so they just sedated us and dropped us off to bumfuck nowhere." The crudely spoken male deduces before continuing on his way.
Truth be told, District 1 has always felt like a myth to him. A boogeyman of sorts for children and adults that if they do any wrongdoings they will be thrown to the ruthless lands of District 1 or D-1.
He lived his whole life in District 5 which was pretty far from 1. Issei had no care for the horrible stories about D-1 as life was shitty enough as is growing up in a gang infested area of D-5. Crime rates were at an all time high and it was a dog-eat-dog world. Issei was blessed with an ability that gave him plenty of advantage despite his shitty upbringings. And he had the best damn job of being a loan shark, a really capable one might he add. He got to terrorize and sometimes kill folks for a living, it was a dream come true.
.....Until his boss got caught by authorities and snitched on all of his employees, Issei included. Everything went downhill afterwards, he was sentenced to life in prison at first but out of sheer rage ended up murdering his former employer in prison, which landed him right on the to-be-executed list.
Which wasn't surprising, what was however-was the offer from Iron Maiden Penitentiary. They offered him the chance to explore and gather information about D-1 in exchange for a lighter sentence. When Issei demanded 5 years of imprisonment, the warden laughed at his face and agreed without hesitation. The convict knew the uppity bastards predict he will die during the process, but Issei had lived his entire life proving everyone wrong.
He'll find the source of this mess, collect some disgusting samples and then shove it to the wrinkly faces of the officers that disrespected him.
"What a warm welcome, as a guest I'll be sure to treat you all real nice" The obsidian haired male doesn't panic when two grotesque figures of what used to be humans grunted and groaned as their gazes locked on him, immediately setting them off as they rushed towards him with frightening speed. He merely waves his hand, and frigid sharp ice materialized swiftly, embedding deeply on the bodies of the mutants. He walks past the two with casual indifference and whistled when one of the creatures still clung to life, its many eyes across its body all locking at his figure.
"Doesn't seem like you're of any use buddy, so die." Another spike of ice impaled the fallen creature on the head, finally putting the mutant out of its misery. "You're welcome. Now,"
He grinned, manic excitement flashing in his hazel eyes.
"Time to loot this god-forsaken city and make geezers eat their words."
Issei Mendoza always gets what he wants, one way or another.