Los Dos Cazadores (Privado)

Within the country of México, crime lords have finally been able to reach out and grip the country in their destructive and terrible grip. Drugs, Violence, Extortion, Corruption and Human Trafficking have ultimately crippled the government and have sent them to run into a submissive role that hardly bothers to interfere with the affairs of its suffering people. A law casted down by the Leader of Defense has allowed the people themselves to take the law into their owns hands for a certain profit, making bounty hunting to be a newly and sometimes, profitable occupation for the already impoverished population.

Within the first two months of the law being past down, one fourth of México's local criminals were brought to justice. some were taken alive to be judged by the courts while others were killed by their captors. Things began to look hopeful for the cause, allowing the people to do what their government was to afraid to do. Yet, the crime lords became more intelligent and more deadly in their crimes. A crime lord known as "El Escorpión" has taken out his fellow man in the crime industry and is the head of the crime system within México.

Killing indiscriminately to show the bounty hunters and innocent bystanders that his oppressive and brutal reign as a crime lord would never cease, some of the once virtuous bounty hunters, taken in by greed and power joined him, making hope for the land that they had swore to reform in their own image.

However, certain bounty hunters, not truly caring for the sanctifying of their homeland continue to capture criminals for the government in a very small and meager effort to save their homeland from complete reform by its sadistic crime lord.

Some bounty hunters have even attempted to bring the infamous crime lord to justice but failed miserably by torture and murder, running into a dead end by capturing one of the many of Ganados scattered about the land as decoys for concealing the secrets and location of the elusive crime lord or being taken into his "Imperio."

With the morale and motives of bounty hunters being strained by the values of the once prosperous country of México, people desperately cry out for a "Salvador de La Gente" to deliver them from their country that has been stained by the blood of the innocent and bathed in by the wicked.

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Capítulo Uno: El Hombre de Los Mil Cortes

The blazing afternoon sun hovered over a small town within Mexico. From the broken city gates a man walked along the flat, sandy road that lead into the town with his head down. He wore an all black Mariachi outfit with golden accessories to it and carried a large black guitar case that was slung casually over his shoulder. As he walked he looked up from his gaze to examine the area thoroughly. To his sides were a large and bustling public market full of the inhabitants that roamed its dusty alleyways and road.

He noticed a very young boy sneak around the corner of one of the dilapidated and old stone buildings with a small basket of fruit that was soon to rot. He turned up his nose as he caught the disgusting stench of a mule's manure and continued onward. The streets were fairly narrow and open bars and restaurants had large fans turning wildly in them because the people were to poor to even afford a decent air conditioner. A bald and torn soccer ball bounced in front of the man and he stopped.

A small boy whose clothing was brown with dirt and ripped from wear and tear looked up at him with baggy eyes to retrieve the ball from the feet of the strange man. "Disculpe señor. ¿Me puede dar pelota?" the little boy squeaked out in slight fear of the dark eyes that stared at the man.

He crouched down to the boy's level and held the dirty ball in his hands and spun it on his index finger for a few moments. The child and his younger and equally dressed friends trotted over to him with bare, blistered feet and watched in amazement as the man displayed moments of great dexterity. However, not wanting to draw any attention to himself in this new area he set the ball down and pointed to the children motioning with his hand for them to return to their playing.

After some minutes of walking about the small town, he came to the opening of a square bar and walked in. Before he did this though he looked to his right to see a tattered and somewhat torn paper of a man. The man had a particularly ugly face and at the bottom of the poster read out "45.000 Pesos." He scoffed at the small bounty and walked into the dirty bar. Three men sat on creaking stool and a few ripped up couches lined the wall that had two old men sitting at the table playing a game of dominoes. The man in the mariachi outfit looked at them for a moment then sat down at one of the stool and took off his mariachi to reveal his face.

He had a handsome face, lightly tanned brown skin, small ears, short black straight hair that had three bangs hanging downwards that refused to be turned back. His brown sharp eyes looked at the large array of alcohol and waved to the somewhat attractive but extremely timid waitress that walked up to him and took out a small crumpled notepad and asked him what he wanted.

In a low and somewhat cold voice he opened his lips to speak, "I would like a bottle of your cheapest beer please . . . and a few of those packs of beef jerky you have up there." The waitress finished jotting down his order and went off to serve the other customers.

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The man in the mariachi clothing accepted his order of a cheap beer and very old beef jerky strips. He had had enough pesos to buy himself something quite expensive but with area that he was in, it would have been a very stupid move for him to make so continued with his stale drink and very hard beef jerky. He noticed a woman around his very own age walk into the bar and marked her as a possible problem. She seemed to like to instigate things and that annoyed him to almost no end.

The waitress from before walked in between the other woman and accidentally tripped over her boots and spilled water over one of the men that were arguing over the arm wrestling and the one that had the semi-warm water spilled on him and grabbed her arm forcefully. He shook her wildly and spoke in a voice that was ruined by years of smoking and drinking, he was looking for a victim. "Heyy chica . . . you want to eh . . . clean this up yeah? I got a great way for you to make this up, heheheh," he leaned his poorly shaved face near to kiss her but she raised her hand up to block the disgusting advance on her but he grabbed her around the waist and licked her ear saying as the old men watched in slight disappointment that the young woman had to pay with her sexuality for her petty mistake.

The man in the mariachi clothing got up and walked towards the man that holding the struggling woman. She looked at him with scared eyes that cried out for help desperately when he asked her sternly, "¿Dónde está el baño?"

She whimpered out, pointing with a shaky hand, "Es en la parte trasera . . ." her voice trailed off hopelessly, seeing that her possible rescuer would not help her. But when the man leaned forward to grab her uniform's button, his head was met with a swift kick from the man in the mariachi outfit. The woman was released from his grasp and he grabbed his red skin and constantly checked to see if he was bleeding. His other two friends got up and looked at the man who had just assailed their friend and moved out of their seats. One of the old men looked at the man in the mariachi outfit and told him in a rasped old voice, "Young one, koff koff, you have just lost your life, koff koff."

The man ignored his comment and looked at the three men with sharp mean brown eyes and waited for their next move. One of the men reached behind his pocket to take out a rusty switchblade and ran at him. He slashed out at him twice, horizontally then vertically but only cut the musty air of the bar as the mariachi dressed man calmly dodged left then right. The man went for a stab but his arm was caught by the man's bent elbow and was hit sharply on the back of the head with his closed fist and kneed in his already giggling belly. He fell over slumped and incapacitated. The next charged at him attempting to tackle him. He was met with brutal knee to the face and fell right over his other fallen friend.

The man that he had kicked looked at him then at his friends then grinned menacingly and from a hidden holster drew out a dirty revolver and clicked the firing pin and aimed at him. The mariachi man moved with an almost diabolic speed and got under his aim and shot up, grabbing his wrist and elbowing him hard in the jaw then flipped him to the side, snapping his wrist and grabbing the gun. The man rolled on the sandy floor howling in pain and clutching his wrist that was in an awkward angle. "Cabrón, pendejo estúpido!" the man cursed wildly. "Lo voy a matar maldito perro!" he spat out.

The man in the mariachi clothing brushed back the three bangs on his head and sighed and picked up his guitar case and put down with his free hand a few pesos for the bill and a few extra for the woman who was blushing furiously and breathing hard at the same time shaken from what had just happened to her. He stepped out into the hot sun and saw the same bounty poster and torn it off and folded it and placed it in his back pocket and took out a cigarette and light it up and cursed as he breathed out the musty smoke, "Que la carne era terrible."

 

The man in the mariachi clothing had his back turned as he heard the soft slurping of someone eating some mangoes. He slightly peeked over his shoulder and saw the same woman from before eating some peeled mangoes turned up his lip and made a small hissing noise by sucking his teeth sharply ticking out a hostile, "tch" noise and turned his gaze to the large group of people sitting about.He was beginning to get suspicious of the woman and went into his guitar case and pulled out a magnificently made ebony guitar. He took out the small brown pick and began to strum patiently. He looked up and saw a man that was short and stocky. He had a somewhat clean and shave look to him and he reached in his back pocket to take out the same wanted poster and looked at it up and down to see if it was the man he was looking for and blinked once after seeing that it was him.

The noise from his melodious guitar was drowned out by the festivities going on outside and began to lightly tap his feet from beat, he liked the music, he hadn't heard anything else like that in the other towns he had been to recently. He kept his gaze on the man sitting with a few drunken women across his arms and got up and began to strum even harder on the guitar, blending into the crowds joyous melody. He put on a fake smile and stopped in front of the woman with his back turned to her and joined the advancing parade that was getting closer to the people watching.

The dancers of the crowd were overrunning the place and the people enjoyed it. He saw this as a perfect opportunity and advanced towards the man amongst the brightly colored crowd and grabbed him on the shoulder and brightly smiled asked him to join the group. He kept a close eye on him and led him out into a slightly less crowded portion of the crowd and pranced around him as the man unknowingly of his true intent joined in the two drunken women and danced with them. "That woman...what is she doing here?"

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The man in the mariachi outfit felt a kind tap on his shoulder. He turned about, he hand already on a hidden knife in his sleeve when he saw the same woman from before. He eased his already tense body and still brandishing a false smile nodded in acceptance of the woman's offer. He placed his hand in hers and wrapped an arm around her waist and looked into her eyes and saw no signs of hostility but then spun her around so he could be facing his target. In the same voice he used when he used in bar he leaned forward and whispered in her ear slightly aggitated, "You are going to cause me to loose my mark senorita..."

He stepped forward and dipped her still holding onto the woman that smelled of rose wine and kept two piercing sharp and attractive eyes on her and lifted her back up.

 

The small group of people that had been watching the awkward scene of events screamed out and said, "Murderers!!!" and pointed at him and the woman who was on the floor. Within an instant two men in black suits ran up towards him and swung at him. He ducked down and slammed a powerful fist into his stomach, making him collapse. The next man almost got lucky and aimed a well done roundhouse kick to the head of the man in the mariachi outfit. He raised his right arm and blocked the attack got low and turned around wuickly and sweeped him from below. He looked back to see the woman still out cold and saw his target running into the crowd. "¡Coño!" he crused and picked up the woman and flipped the unconscious body over his body and grabbed his guitar.

He pushed his way through the crowd and placed his guitar in the black guitar case and picked it up with his free hand. He hand to firmly grasp the woman bottom in order to stop her from falling. "No puedo creer esto..." he said breathing out and grabbed the key that lead to his room that was next to hers. He opened the door and entered the room. It smelled of the perfume that was sprayed all over the velvet red bed sheets and would be suitable for a couple but he scoffed at the idea and walked in and closed the door shut and locked it with a sharp click.

He placed his guitar case on the ground near the edge of the bed and set the woman down on the bed. "When you wake up, your out of my room. Damned trouble maker," he said as he began to take off his knife riddled jacket. He placed it on the bed promptly and took off his boots and placed them at the edge of the bed and stepped into the shower and stripped to bath.

Walking out of the shower still dripping wet from the water that was on his hair he held a few hand on the towel that separated his nakedness from the woman soon to wake up and watched her sleep for a few moments. He looked at the wall and thought to himself as he began to get dressed with the standard sleeping clothing that was left out by the hotel owner for him and slipped on his pants when he caught sight of one of his knives in the still tightly grasped hand of the woman. "Very sneaky..."

 

The mariachi began to walk through the room after noticing that she was gone. He raised an eyebrow and went into the living room. When he saw her crawling on all fours he sighed and brushed the three bangs that got in his line of vision and spoke, revealing his location. "You know miss, I'm not the type to be fooled around with...You made me lose a bounty. Even though it was a very weak bounty, it was a local criminal of this town. Now things may get bad..."

 

After some time of waiting for something to happen, the Mariachi noticed a white folded note that was slipped under his door. He walked over to it and pick it and unfolded it. He read it quietly to himself and scratched his head at the nude-pink lipstick that was on the corner of the note. He sighed and closed his eyes and torn it up and threw it in the small trash bin. He looked over at his guitar case and opened it. He flipped the guitar over to reveal a slew of bladed weapons and looked for his possibilities. He reached in and closed it not seeing any real reason to bring it.

He walked out of his room and locked the door and took a piece of the torn note and slipped it at the top of his door. He stepped down the marble stairs of the hotel and walked into the starry night of the Mexican town and started towards the bar. When he got there he saw the woman again in a new change of clothing. He looked at his Mariachi outfit and sniffed it. It smelled in good enough condition and he caught himself wondering why he was making sure he was presentable. He shook the thought from his mind and joined the woman and sat down across the table from her and looked at her with piercing brown eyes. He kept his gaze on her face and spoke in his usual low tone, "Buenas noches senorita."

 

The Mariachi looked at the woman as she unzipped her jacket for a few moments and imagined himself slapping himself upside the head for even following the zipper itself as he took off her jacket. He mulled over the thought for moment and saw an opportunity to A. catch a criminal and B. possibly find a lead to someone of whom he was searching for, someone he needed to see desperately.

He leaned forward and placed his hands on the table and watched the woman as she returned the stare. Something seemed a little off about her as if she had something on her mind that had nothing to do with the target that he was going to bring in with her help. After a few minutes of thinking he nodded to her and stood up and turned around to bump into the waitress from before. Her face turned back to a bright red and she shook his hand, thanking him constantly.

 

The man in the mariachi outfit followed her in and pushed his way through the hot and sweaty crowd. He was somewhat amazed at what could be hidden behind a simple bar and looked up to see the target with two different women obviously drunk dancing on his legs while he laughed and joked with two large men that would be what he assumed to be his body guards. He heard the faint click of the door behind him as he continued after the woman wondering if his thoughts of her trying to kill him were right. She had acted almost to casual for her own good and and was trying to piece the puzzle in his mind together but found that none of the fit so he gave up on his little detective work and stayed behind her. When he saw one of the bodyguards eying him directly he grabbed the woman by the waist and danced with her. "I think we've been spotted he said loud enough for her to hear him.

 

The Mariachi man kept in perfect sync with the woman's movements as he spotted the two men pushing their way through the crowd and he whispered to her, "Turn to me and kick the guard in the chest, I can take the other guard." She seemed to be really enjoying this poor attempt at keeping their cover and was getting slightly annoyed with the flirtatious look in her eyes. He swayed with her body for a few more moments before spinning her so that her body would be pressing against his. The guards were getting closer and reached into her back pocket, touching her bottom at the same time and took one of her knives and threw it at the guard to the left.