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Over the years, Hailbreak had let his hair go. He now had a long beard, along with long disheveled hear. Instead of his traditional biker attire, he now went with a more subtle set of clothing, consisting of old torn jeans, white shirt, and a brown jacket. Wrapped around one arm, he still had his trusty chain, and the gunarm had a veil sewn into the jacket to help conceal it. He still wore a pair of shades, which had to be replaced on several occasions, due to getting broken very frequently. Over the last few years, he had made a new friend, a mongoose by the name of Jeb. Hail didn't know much about him, other than he could talk, and he claimed that he was immortal. Also, he was one hell of a drinker. Hail typically fancied the same bar, always sitting by the counter. The typical visitors all knew who he was, and to most of them, he was a local hero. Many had personally been saved by him from several things, including dept collectors, drug dealers, or just common thugs. On this particular night, he sat, whiskey in hand, sipping away. Jeb was at his typical spot, of sitting on the counter, head deep in a glass of alcohol. It was a quiet night for the most part. That is, until three man walked in. The shorter of the men, spoke out, "We are here to take in that b*****d Hailbreak, for all of the crimes he's committed. So ya'll better tell us where he is, or we gonna burn this place to the ground!" Everyone sat, startled, most were stunned. The ones that could still think properly didn't want to give Hail up, so they just sat there, with stone faces. Hail sat, unphased by the outburst. Seeing that he didn't get the reaction he wanted, the man grabbed the woman nearest to him, and held a gun to his head. A man stood up to stop them, but only to get a gun barrel aimed at his face by one of the goons. The leader spoke again, "Well if ya'll ain't gonna tell me, this I guess I'm gonna have to spread this whore's brains all over the nice furniture in here!" Taking another sip of his whiskey, Hail calmly spoke, "You came for me, so why are you bothering with her?" With a smirk on the man's face, he threw the girl the ground. "Well well well, looks like he's here after all." The three walked up behind Hail, all guns ready for a fight, but he sat, uncaring of the bounty hunters. Even Jeb didn't pay any attention to them, seeming to have more fun with his head inside another bottle of liquor. "You ain't even gonna look at me boy when I kill ya? Fine by me." Putting his gun to the back of Hail's head, he pulls the trigger. The bullet goes through the back of Hail's skull, and exited between his eyes, snapping the shades in two. Hail's body, then slumps over, causing the glass of whiskey to be dropped, shattering on the floor. All of the onlookers then took this chance to run out, leaving only the bounty hunters, the bartender, Jeb, and Hail's corpse sitting in the bar. "Well I'll be damned, that was easier that I thought. Bartender! What the hell are you waiting for, get the drinks ready, it's time to celebrate!" Worried for his own life, the bartender begins to make drinks for the men. As they celebrate, none of them noticed the souls festering in Hail's wound, sealing it back together. Jeb took this time to scurry and hind behind the bar. After a few shots, one of the goons spoke up, pointing to Hail's corpse. "Boss... Did he just move?" "Boy, are you ********' stupid? How can he move if he's dead?" With that, Hail sat up, looking at the men, souls can now be seen festering in his eyes, since the shades were no longer there to conceal them. "You made me spill my drink..." Before any of the men could react, Hailbreak had wrapped his chain around the leader's neck, popping his head like a blister. The henchman began to panic, and went for the door, but Hail was too fast for them. Whipping the chain around one's leg, he pulled him to the ground. The other made it through the door. Hail got up, casually walked up to the man on the ground. "Please sir, don't kill me. I.. I was just working off what I owed to that guy, please, please, I have a wife and kids..." "Then don't worry, I'll come after them next and then you can all have a nice family reunion." With that, Hail crushed the man's skull under his boot. Whistling a toon, Hail walked outside of the bar, the man running had made some decent distance. The voice in his head spoke up, "Ya know what would be sweet right here? Like.. like some theme music or something. Don't worry, I got you. Na na na na na na na na na na na na Hellman! Hellman!" "Shut up Hellfire." He aimed his gunarm up, and even with such a large distance between them, fired a shot, piercing the man through the heart, and then pulling his soul back into the gun. "Shot through the heart, and Hail's to blame. You give love, a bad name, bad name." Ignoring the voice, Hail walked back into the bar, absorbing the two remaining souls before they can vanish, then sits back at the counter. The bartender now trembling with fear, "Are..are you ok?" Pulling out an extra pair of shades, Hail responds with, "I have a demon in my mind, bounty hunters constantly after me, and my only companion is a talking mongoose. I'm groovy. Only thing I'm missing is a new drink, since my last one ended up in the floor" "Uh..yes sir, right away sir!" Jeb finally comes out of hiding, and then crawls up on the counter, "I was just about to come in and help ya, but I figured you had it, plus I didn't want to make you look bad." "Sure, whatever you say."

A little bit of time had passed, no one had dared to come back yet. After finished a few glasses of whiskey, Hail lit a cigarette, and had begun helping the bartender clean up the mess that was caused by the bounty hunters. He took the bodies out back, and tossed them into a dumpster. The bigger pain was cleaning all of the blood out of the wood. They both knew it wouldn''t come out, but they figured they would at least give it a try. The voice spoke in Hail's mind, "Remember when you popped that guy's head off and fireworks flew everywhere? It was really sweet, I wish everyone had fireworks in them..." Then Hail spoke out loud, ignoring the fact that the bartender was still there, "Hellfire, there was never any fireworks, you're just adding s**t now." At first, the bartender thought he was speaking with him, but then realized that Hail seemed to be speaking with himself. He thought himself about how he really needed to find a new profession. While Hail was still scrubbing away at the floor, Jeb's head perked up. "Hey boss, I smell something dead." Annoyed, Hail looked at him, "Nice conclusion there, anything else smart you would like to point out?" "No..not that, something... living dead.. a vampire."

At this notion, Jeb was offended, he scurried in front of her, stood on his back legs, and pushed his chest out, "A mongoose? Who are you to say, a mongoose? I am THE mongoose, the number one mongoose, you know of any others that want to take my title, and I'll take them all on!" Hail sat puzzled, looking at the girl. She looked familiar, but from all these years, and everything he had been through, some of his memories were a little shot. "Calm down Jeb. I think I know this one." He then stood up, using a towel to awkwardly wipe his hand dry. "Some of my memory is a bit shitty. Remind me, do I know you?" He was hesitant, Hellfire would normally remind him of people, but for some reason, he chose not to speak about this one.

Jeb even more angry that he was being ignored, pulls a chair over to her, so he can get closer to her face. Granted, he still only stood around her waist, "I'm not done with you! You think you just waltz right in here, insult me, then ignore me when I come to confront you? Huh? You really trying to play that game homie?" Hellfire remained silent in his mind, Hail walked over and grabbed Jeb by the back of his neck, picking him up, "Jeb, this isn't the time." "But boss, she insulted me!" "I'm sure she didn't mean too, now go get a drink and calm down. You are getting on my nerves. The mongoose then sighed as Hail sat him on the floor. Looking back at the vampire, "This isn't over, not by a long shot." Growing highly annoyed, Hail pointed his gunarm at Jeb, without even turning to look at him. The mongoose then took in a big gulp, and scurried off to the counter. Bringing his attention back to Rosalie, his shades reflected the dim bar lights, "Oh yea, the Fleet. Hell of a time..." Pausing for a moment, he let his thoughts drift, trying to remember all those years back, "Wait..Rosalie...I remember you.. The Fleet doesn't need me does it?...Or you're not here after the bounty are you?" The face twisting into a grimace at the thought of another hunter, but it was hard to see due to the beard and long hair.

Hail smiled, "Well you're not here to kill me, the world isn't in danger, so then why don't we actual sit and talk about what you need." He then walked to a table and pulled out a chair, motioning for her to sit. Jeb sat at the counter, occasionally sneaking in dirty look at Rosalie.

Hail had sat down across from her, and when she had made her request, his smile faded. He sat for what seemed to be an eternity, Hellfire finally spoke in his mind, "She can't have it! What's mine is mine! Finders keepers after all, she wasn't using it!" Hail took off his shades, to reveal the souls flying around within his eyes, "If it was that easy, I would have given it back to you long ago." He then dipped his head and sighed, "So if that's what your whole journey has been about, I'm sorry."

Replacing the shades, Hail motioned the bartender for drinks, "Make them heavy, its going to be a long night!" Pointing his attention back to Rosalie, he reached his hand out to hold hers. "I really am sorry. My hands are tied when it comes to that. I have no control over where the souls go, I'm just a vessel. As for how it works, I really don't know. I didn't even believe in a ********' hell until I became possessed..."

Hellfire went off through Hailbreak's mind, "She doesn't need to know this, its none of her business." Hail's face contorted slightly, as he tried to push Hellfire's voice from his mind, "Well Hellfire can go to any body he likes, and use it as a vessel. For some reason, he just takes a liking to me. If he chooses to, he can fight for control of my body, and sometimes he wins, though usually I can keep him down. In fact, he's screaming in my mind right now..." The bartender brought over some clean glasses and a bottle of alcohol. Hail grabbed the bottle and took a large swig from it, hoping to drown out Hellfire's voice. "Barkeep, better bring another one."