Author's Note: This is the first Urban Rivals Fanfic I made way back when and it is now back for people to read.
Part 1: Kharl’s Story…
It had all began innocently enough. Kharl the contortionist used to watch from the shadows the high-wire act of Diyo with avid determination. One may question Kharl’s motives as to why he would do such a thing but you see, Diyo was everything Kharl was not. He was strong, nimble and athletic, able to grace the skies above with his high-wire hi-jinks and stun the crowd with his death-defying balancing acts. Also, Diyo was blue and that was also an attention getter.
Kharl ignored the applause from the audience and held his breath, waiting for the person he really wanted to see.
After Diyo went off to the side, the lights dimmed down and a spotlight shone on the backdrop of the black and red-striped circus tent. In the spotlight was a gorgeous young-looking woman with pale skin and blue hair. She was sitting in a round circle that was held to the top of the ring with a wire. This was the lovely Maamoon, the person Kharl had been waiting to see. Wether it was the fact she was beautiful in his eyes or that he felt he and her were destined to be, Kharl could not say. In fact, he could not say much but watch with somewhat saddened bliss as Maamoon started her act on the round trapeze.
“You ain’t got a chance with her, mate,” stated a voice Kharl knew only too well.
(to be continued...)
Tanaereva burst into the room, having chucked away his gun because it was now empty and found a blade held by Don pressed against his lower chest. With a sneer of contempt Don lunged forward but Tanaereva backed away quickly until they were on the landing and the top of the stairway.
“Die you filthy freak!” shouted Don in disgust as he lunged forward once again but Tanaereva flipped over Don and with a kick sent the diminutive tyrant over the edge. Don fell screaming onto the pointed end of his high chair.
With a sinister sneer still upon his face Don gasped his last breath. His monocle fell to the ground with blood spattered over it. But he had been at least right ironically, freaks had destroyed his reign in Clint City.
Tanaereva beheld the cheers from the remainder of the Bangers gang and a thumb up from Bodenpower.
As the weary group left the flaming Mansion behind them the sun had dawned and Tanaereva glanced back to survey the bloodstained walls of what was once the Montana Mansion.
“Is this what ya call “travel”?” asked Aldo to Giovanni as the two were on the kerb of the road trying to hitchhike out of Clint City because Griezzo had taken Giovanni’s car.
“Aww, shut up, will ya? We may have been defeated but we will be back and when we do, we will rule this city,” responded Giovanni with a slight smile playing on his lips as a newspaper blew by that read “Montana Clan Crumbles: Clint City In Peace”.