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Heavy footfalls pounded through the darkness. He KNEW it'd been a bad idea to enter the abandoned building but he was regretting it even more now. He could barely see anything, and even though this guy wasn't a rogue, he sure knew how to hunt someone down. He tripped over his own feet and the darkness and cursed as he came tumbling down. There was no running from this guy, he'd even followed him all the way into the Black City of all places.

He struglled to his feet and kept on running, but then he hit a wall.

"Shit...!" He said quietly. "Dead end..."

Then he heard slow methodical footsteps coming from behind him. He couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from but it's not like he could do anything about it anyway. He took out his great club and dug his feet in. He was going to have to fight this one out...

"I'm not going to let you stop me from becoming a true Dunk Master!" He shouted in a shrill voice. "You're not going to kill me!"

The footsteps stopped. He tightened his grip on his club. This guy could attack fast, so he had to be ready for it. Suddenly, a creepy laugh rang out. It was an evil laugh, but not like it was intentionally an evil laugh. More like the laugher found something funny and he was just really evil. Like a ghost child laughing at his father's death after forcing her to commit suicide, something like that.

"You won't kill me!" He shouted, "I won't let you kill me now?"

The laughter continued and then it slowly tapered off...

[color=yellow][b]"Oh, I'm not going to kill you..."[/b][/color] The voice said. It was right behind him!

He whirled around but he wasn't fast enough, and he was knocked down from a shot at his back. His attacker planted a knee on him and leant down to his ear...

[color=yellow][b]"All I'm going to do...[/b][/color] His assailant shouted. [color=yellow][b]IS SHOVE THIS LANCE DOWN YOUR THROAT!"[/b][/color]

It was a young looking boy with blonde hair. He had a crazed look in his eyes, and his name was flashing red due to the Outlaw Declaration. It read: [color=orangered][b]Rocket Lancer[/b][/color]. He raised his lance as if to bring it down on the helpless Dunk Master.

[b][color=yellow]"And if you just happen to die, it'll be a happy coincidence for me..."[/color][/b] He finished.
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[b][color=yellow]"Finally..."[/color][/b] He said, a wide, sneering grin on his face. [b][color=yellow]"This body is amazing!"[/color][/b]

What had his stupid main body been doing until now? 3 years and he'd only gotten this far? Pitiful. At least his desires were admirable. Deep Ground had given them this kind of body, small to increase speed and agility. A skill set to offset his lack of force, a long range travel basic ability. [i]Perfect tools for a hunter...[/i] 

[color=yellow][b]"I guess it's about time for me to report back, isn't it?"[/b][/color] He said.

It was a shame but he hadn't been able to use this body for very long. He had taken control approximately four days ago, but Deep Ground had been taken down for maintenance for two days out of those four, so his time had been severely limited. Over that time however he'd been able to take three targets from his body's list. He hadn't had anything else to go on but each of those targets had been very amusing to play with. Once he'd really gotten the hang of using his abilities, it hadn't been that difficult.

[b][color=yellow]"I wonder where the boss is~?[/color][/b] He said as he started whistling. He climbed onto his lance as he walked out of the building.

He had been born from Spaghetti. Every time Kosuke thought of Spaghetti, he became stronger. Spaghetti was the catalyst for Kosuke's rage, even if he couldn't feel it, and Kosuke's rage funelled strength directly into his mind. He would be in every bowl of Spaghetti that Kosuke would ever see, he was in every fond memory that Kosuke had ever had. He was alive now, and he would make sure it stayed that way.