Reminiscing (PRIVATE - SUL-FURY ONLY)

Chaos sat on a bench in the most heavily populated town square of Chicago, looking at his surroundings. He was in his human form today, in which he used the name Rascalov whenever he was in it. In this form, he looked 30 years old, had porcelain-like skin, long spiky gray hair, eyes with white irises and black corneas, elongated canines shaped into fangs that poked out of his top lip, long black fingernails that looked more like claws and rippling muscles, though they weren't bulky. He was around 5'10" and wore a button-up white shirt with a collar that unbuttoned to show off his stomach and chest, black jeans and a pair of black boots. As he looked around the city, he was brought back into the past by memories of when he was with a certain angel named Tenshi. As these memories played in his head, he closed his unusual eyes and reminisced, going over each and every memory he had with her, all the way up until the big reveal that angered, shocked and saddened him at the same time. Rascalov sighed to himself as he ran a hand through his spiky gray hair as he tried not to think about that one memory. *Heh, it's amazing how despite all these years, I still can't forget* he thought to himself as he shook his head.

Sul arrived in Chicago on 'business'. Still following the ghost-like footsteps of Hurricane that sent him across the United States. Trails that led him nowhere, or got him in trouble. He got off the train and walked outside the station. The busy hustle of the people walked around in the streets, and Sul started walking among them.

The large man, with charcoal skin and yellow eyes stood out like a sore thumb. People gazed at him awkwardly and walked around him instead of getting within touching distance of him. He didn't really care anymore, he somewhat liked that people were paving a way for him so that they didn't slow him down. His destination was another warehouse. His leads had been to so many warehouses, and they were almost always dead ends. But he had to try.

Rascalov opened his eyes and in his line of sight was a rather large man with charcoal skin that appeared to be heading in the direction of the warehouse district of Chicago. He had a giddy feeling bubbling in his twisted black heart as he figured he might be able to see some action, or better yet, chaos and mayhem and hopefully bloodshed. So, he decided to very discreetly follow the large man to see what he was up to. Call him curious if you want but he had a feeling the man wasn't normal, well normal as in not an ordinary human, and he wanted to see if he could provide him with a decent challenge. His appearance almost reminded Chaos of Pain and whenever someone reminds him of good old Scarface, it usually brings him such pleasurable fun in the form of a nice battle. Yes, happy happy joy joy for him.

Sul grabbed a piece of paper out of one of his pockets. It had the address of the warehouse he was going to check out. He'd come a far way from his old tactics. Before, he'd just storm the place and find out it was a legitimate business. Sometimes, he would discover illegal trafficing, but nothing related to Hurricane.

Walking on the sidewalk, he caught a glimpse of something in the glass reflection of a Chinese food restaurant. A ghoulish looking man. Sul kept walking, ignoring it. But he stood out as much as Sul did. Whatever turn Sul made, he could still see the ghoulish man in the reflection of the shops and restaurant's glass windows that he passed, still on his trail.

Sul stopped and entered a tattoo shop, and disappeared from view around a corner within the shop.

Chaos, or more accurately Rascalov, cursed to himself as he accidentally let the man see him. You would think with someone of his size, he would so stupid that he wouldn't draw the conclusion that he was following him, or at least come to it so quickly. He quickly ran into an alley and used a bit of his strength to jump onto a rooftop of a building next to the tattoo shop. He looked around on the streets below and noticed the large man once again, very easily he could say. Looks like there were some disadvantages for sticking out in the crowd after all. Who knew eh? Shrugging off that chain of thought, he followed the man once again as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, this time making special care to make sure that the large man was not able to see him following after.

The trail appeared to be lost. The ghoulish man didn't follow him into the tattoo shop, and Sul easily walked out of the back exit without anyone even attempting to stop him. Sure enough, he didn't see the man following him and continued on his course. Looking down at the paper, he had written instructions how to get to the warehouse's location. He arrived there early, and still had some time to kill. He would have to wait until night when the warehouse was closed down to infiltrate.

He sat down on a park bench and watched the pigeons gather nearby. Apparently they were accustomed to getting food from people, and didn't mind that Sul was different from others. He reached in a duffel bag he had and pulled out a loaf of bread. He proceeded to crumble it and sprinkle the pieces on the ground while the pigeons ate.

Rascalov landed on the building behind the large and muscular man, taking care to make as soft a landing as possible so as not to alert the man to the fact he was there. He crawled over to the side of the building and stared down at the man, the charcoal-skinned behemoth's back facing him. He wondered what exactly the muscular man was doing sitting all by himself on a park bench. He sneered a bit as he saw the giant feed the birds. Personally, he'd rather feed himself with the birds as the meal then feed them. After all, raw, feathery bird was surprisingly delicious. After that rather dark turn of though, he snickered quietly and turned back to the man. He looked over to the warehouse and tilted his head slightly, wondering if that man was there to wait until the warehouse closed before doing whatever he came here to do. Hey, Chaos might have below average intelligence but that didn't mean he was stupid, well totally stupid anyway. He just hoped he wasn't kept waiting as Chaos was NEVER a patient person, well unless he got something out of it though that wasn't that much better either. However, he was just too damn curious for his own good so if he wanted to see what the big man was up to, he had to get a tight grasp on his impatience and keep it locked tight. After all, it is as they say, patience is a virtue.

Sul relaxed in the wooden seat and spread his arms over the bench's back. Slowly but surely, time passed. Day became night, and the warehouse closed down. They locked up the place with a security system and left. Of course, the doors and windows were secured and monitored. But everyone knows that. Sul planned to make his own entrance, as usual. He let even more time pass, to the point where it was 3 in the morning, before getting up from his bench seat and stretching.

Walking towards the fenced in area, he put his fingers in the chain-link fence, and tore down, ripping the small steel wire to create an entry point. Walking towards the warehouse, he felt sorry if the owners weren't criminals for breaking and entering, but they should have insurance anyways. Looking around before acting, he threw his shoulder into one of the garage bays. The steel door peeled back and a crack was opened for Sul to enter. He briskly walked inside.

Rascalov was about ready to go on a rampage due to the sheer boredom he was feeling. Just as he was about fed-up with this watching business, he watched as Sul made his way into the warehouse. He narrowed his eyes and quickly followed in after the dude. He quickly morphed into his real form and got into the darkest part of the warehouse, barely able to see the tall and muscular man in the small lack-of-lighting. He made sure that his tentacles weren't out as because he was sure the muscular man might see him if they were out, so he kept them away. He secretly wondered to himself if he should just attack the giant because hey, if he was like Pain then fun times all around would be dealt, well he would be having fun but he didn't know how the giant would feel, which is inconsequential when compared to his own fun. However, he decided to wait a little bit longer, preferring to see what the man wanted before springing into action and cause a fight.

His prowler stalked but Sul was busy with his task. Crates nearby were unmarked, and he pried them open. To his mistake, the facility appeared legitimately run, nothing but steel car components. He put the box lid over the best he could, and made his way for the exit. He'd seal up his entryway so thieves didn't notice the "Please Rob me" sign he put out front. Sul worked his way to the exit again.

Chaos raised a non-existent eyebrow as he saw the big man pry open the crates but what really made things strange, especially to him, was that the big man didn't take anything from the crates. Chaos had no idea why this man would go to the trouble of breaking into a warehouse and not take anything. Chaos had below average intelligence after all and he wouldn't be able to figure out what the large man was doing, well at least not right away anyway. Deciding that he had enough prowling around, he decided to make his presence known. His tentacles slithered out of his back as he stepped into the light, stepping close enough to the side so that the large man would see him. "Well well well, what do we have here? It seems to this old and twisted Big Bad that we have an ickle superbutt committing a little crime called Breaking and Entering. So then ickle superbutt, would you mind explaining yourself before I have to hack you to pieces with my awesome spinning blades of doomyness?" he asked the large man as he cackled maniacally, his tendrils waving around wildly as his long and thin red snake-like tongue wagged around in the air as he cackled, the appendage dripping with green saliva. The wide-mouthed mutant with long, sharp and serrated teeth had a feeling a fight might break out and if his size was any indication, the big man might be just as much to fun to fight as his ickle rival ole Scarface, AKA Pain.

On his way to the exit a monsterlike being appeared at his side in the light of the room. Sul took half a step back from the initial surprise, but got a good look at him. Looking Chaos up and down as he spoke, he didn't appear to be that much of a challenge. He'd been wrong before, but he fought larger, more grotesque figures than Chaos. The tendrils waving around on Chaos' back signified the greatest threat, since they were an unknown weapon to him. Either way, this thing talked trash.

"Hnnn. If you're here for a fight, what's stopping you? Do you really care about what I'm doing? If your only purpose of being here is to hack me to pieces, judging your behavior, in a week's time you probably won't even remember this ever happening.

So really, you've got two choices. Bring it, or get the hell out of my sight." Sul-Fury didn't like this character, he was too confident. It was apparent by his blatant announcing of himself and his future assault attempts. If he was going to attack, Sul was fully alert and aware of it.

Chaos grinned psychotically to himself as he heard the giant reply back. A smartass huh? Well he'll just have to fix that. Oh he was going to bring it alright and when he did, then perhaps this man would change his tune. After all, he was known to be involved in some of the most well-known fights ever and wasn't afraid to fight multiple opponents. "Very well then, you want me to bring it? Then I'll bring it" he cackled out as he morphed his arms into their blade states and charged at the man. He then started going for a multitude of wild stabs that were aimed specifically at the big man's arms, Chaos intending to cut them off so that the man would be much easier prey to kill.