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Rivalry or Enemies? (Crypto & Mirage - Episode 1)

--Prologue--

Elliott always looked for attention since he was a kid. With being the youngest out of his three brothers, he has perfected the art of fooling people to try and get attention. Joining in Apex was a dream come true for him since he can get attention of so many people and being super popular. The adrenaline rush he feels when winning the games and getting so much attention by people watching around the galaxies and the universe was amazing to him. 

However, there has been a new legend that joined the Apex games. Crypto, a surveillance expert that has, as of recently, been doing amazingly well. Even though he is very new to the games, he has very good marksmanship and cooperation between his teammates. This irritated Elliott because that meant that he wasn’t winning many games, Crypto being the new talk on the news and on broadcasts, and, most importantly, not having the most attention. He wanted to change that as soon as possible but he didn’t know what to do or where he should find Crypto to begin with.

--Episode 1 - Rivalry or Enemies--

“AHHHHHHH!” Elliott yells as he smashes one of his cups towards the wall at his house. Pacing around, he was trying to think of what he needed to do to beat that son of a bitch, “What do I do.. What do I do.. What do.. I?” Finally taking deep breaths, he sits on the couch in the small apartment that he was living in. Elliott turns on the TV watching the latest news, but unfortunately sees Crypto’s picture on it with the newscaster giving so many positive comments about him during todays games.

The worst part was when they showed a clip of Crypto using his drone to spot Elliot and taking him out with one shot with a Kraber .50 Cal. Quickly turning off the TV, he stands up in pure rage and shock of what he just saw. “I need to go get a d...d...d...d-rink, FUCK!” Elliott walks out of his apartment stuttering from complete anger.

--20 minutes later--

“C..c..c..can I, hiccup, have another s...s..shot bartender” Elliott, completely trashed, begged as he felt really depressed at not being better than what Crypto 

“Sure thing” the bartender answered while pouring whiskey into 5 shot glasses in front of Elliott. He stands up while looking at the shot glasses, picking all 5 of them up and drinking them instantly while smacking them back onto the counter top. 

“Damn, it would be nice if, hiccup, that m...m...motherfucker would appeared in front of me so that I can beat the shit out of him here and n..., hiccup” He whispered to himself as he looked around the bar, but out of the corner of his eye he sees him, Crypto, looking through his phone and casually drinking coffee. “Oh oh oh!” he exclaims while barely walks towards his table.

Making it to his table, Crypto looks up at Elliott looking very concerned with how trashed he is. “Are you alright there, can I help you” Crypto sounded worried as he pulls up a chair for him to sit down and have a conversation.

“N...n...naw motherfu...f...fucker” he stutters so much while not being able to stand still, “Come at me, here and now. I will beat the fuck out of y...y...you along with my fucking clonessss” Crypto understands what’s going on and stands up to try and calm him down, but Elliott raises his fist and tries to punch him as hard as he can. Crypto being good at hand to hand combat dodges his fist sending Elliott on the ground from his unbalance. 

“Hey, I don’t mean any harm lets talk like civil men” he explains as Elliot stands up wiping his face from the impact on the ground. He runs towards Crypto, but misses again because he gets dodged. But instead of falling, he runs into the wall. 

Laying on the ground in defeat, tears running down his face, Elliott yells at Crypto, “What the fuck have I done to you to deserve this man, sniff, what the fuck is your real name anyways” 

“That is none of your concerns and learn to not always need attention from people once in a while” Crypto looks down at him in disgust, “Take some more shots to numb the pain of not having people look at you all the time”

That hits Elliott pretty hard in the heart as he sees Crypto walk out of the bar. He tries to reach him with his hands as he is still laying on the ground wanting answers. “Come back you bastard!” he yells, “Motherfucker!” His vision starts to fade as he repeats motherfucker over and over and over and over until he finally blacks out from the amount of alcohol he consumed and the hard truth that he heard from Crypto.

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Thermite(Jordan) & Thatcher(Mike)

Sitting at the counter of the bar, both Jordan and Mike were watching the TV at the top right corner of the room. Both Jordan and Mike are what you call a perfect match when you came to working together at their job. Just like the gears and cogs working together smoothly to run a machine, Jordan and Mike not only work together very well, but are the best pals outside of their work. When they get the chance, they hang out and try to spend some time doing some random stuff before needing to go back to doing their jobs.

“GOOOOOOOAL!!!” the commentator yells in the TV as both Jordan and Mike clink their Budweiser and drink it all. Jordan puts down his drink on the counter as he gets memories of all their successful missions that he had with Mike over the years he worked with him. 

“Damn we have done so many things together haven't we; defusing bombs, saving hostages, and taking over locations that terrorist have taken over” Jordan explains while still watching the soccer game on TV.

“That is right, however, we still have plenty of things to do for the future since our world is not perfect sadly to say” Mike answers while looking at Jordan surprised at what he said. Jordan doesn’t usually talk about the past because he says its a waste of time. Jordan nods as he asks the bartender for another beer for himself while clasping his hands together just staring at the counter blankly.

“You know what, we should do something” Jordan enthusiastically proposes, “Get our blood pumping, get our inner beast out, and have some fun”

“What can get our blood pumping at a place like this?” Mike questions as he sips at his beer still watching the soccer game on TV. All of a sudden, a sketchy man with a trench coat comes out of the bathroom and walks by both Jordan and Mike. However, while walking by, he purposefully knocks Mike’s stool sending Mike to the ground. He giggles and walks toward his friends on the other side of the bar. Mike looks at Jordan knowing that Jordan doesn’t take people doing those things very lightly and starts to think of something to calm him down.

“Hey it’s alright, he probably wasn’t watching where he was going” Mike laughs it out as Jordan helps Mike up. Mike can see the pure rage steaming out of Jordan and Mike explains, “Let me talk with them and settle what happened if it makes you feel better”

“Fine!” Jordan gruffs as he goes over to the billiard table to go set up a game of pool to play with Mike later. Mike goes over to the group of guys with the man wearing a trench coat. Standing near them, he starts examining the guy's faces and expressions to understand what to say next to try and reduce the possibility of starting a fight with them.

“So... did you kick my stool on purpose or was that a mistake, because you have upset my friend over there and I would rather resolve this without any violence” Mike explains to the group of men.

“So what if I did, does it really matter” trench coat man smirks.

“Well if you did, it would be better if you apologized and try to peacefully walk away before anything happens” Mike answers while the trench coast man burst into laughter from Mike's request.

“Are you a fucking idiot. I am not apologizing to anybody especially for your sorry ass” trench coat man continues laughing, “Maybe if you weren’t so light and maybe a bit stronger then your stool wouldn’t have been knocked down. Now can you leave us we are trying to watch the bloody game”

Jordan hears this, breaths in, and goes over to pick up one of the balls on the billiard table. Picking up the black 8 ball, he starts tossing it up thinking of what he can do with it. Mike just smirks at the trench coat guy and turns around knowing that Jordan is on the verge of ripping the whole bar apart. But it was too late, Jordan’s soul has been ripped out of his body and he was beyond the point of sanity.

“I hope you can take this lightly you son of a bitch!” Jordan yells as he throws the ball 95 mph right at the trench coat guys face. Not being able to react with how fast the ball was going, it smacks him right at the center of his forehead sending him to the ground instantaneously. His friends look at him on the ground, blood starting to spread around the head coming out of his forehead. 

“Oh you are so dead you retard” one of trench coat man’s friend say as they all stand up cracking their fingers to show their toughness. Mike turns around wanting to apologize and maybe try to get the man on the ground to a hospital, but they all charge at Mike. He has no choice but to flip one of the tables over horizontally and push it in the direction of the 3 dudes charging at him. It hits 2 of them sending them to the ground. With the man that did not get hit, he charges at Mike, barely lifts him off the ground and bulldozes Mike onto the wall knocking the wind out of him. 

While Mike and the other guy were fighting near the wall, Jordan finds a wrench laying on the ground. Picking it up, he goes over to the 2 men that were knocked by the table that Mike pushed and was ready to smack the living shit out of them. One of them manages to get up feeling really dizzy while the other lays on the ground feeling so much pain from the impact of the table. The man  sees Jordan’s hungry eyes coming for him and he starts backing up. “H.. h.. hold up man lets t.. t.. talk about this” the guy stutters.

“You have no where to run motherfucker” Jordan maniacally explains and raises the wrench. The man was ready for Jordan by taking one of the chairs near him and swinging it at Jordan’s hips breaking the chair. But Jordan doesn’t feel a thing, his experience with his job has made him super strong and not feel much pain from most attacks. “How cute, you actually were able to attack me” Jordan laughs as he clobbers the guy in the face with the wrench sending him to the ground. Jordan looks over to Mike who was having trouble fighting off the guy on him. He drops the wrench and picks up two beer bottles and starts walking towards them.

Mike and the guy are just looking at each other waiting for who will attack first. “C’mon man attack me if you can, you fucking pussy” the guy teases trying to make Mike attack him. Mike sees Jordan and just relaxes sitting on the ground trying to recover from the blow of getting hit onto the wall. The guy gets really confused and feels a tap on the shoulder.

“Did you forget something bitch” Jordan whispers as the man turns around realizing that he has fucked up with forgetting that Jordan was still in the bar. He swings both beer bottles at both sides of the guys temples on the side of the head, knocking him out and sending him to the ground.

“MUAHAHAHAHA!” Jordan starts hysterically laughing while jumping up and down from excitement from winning the fight.

“Why are you laughing, we could have peacefully resolved all of this without needing to fight” Mike explains to Jordan. 

“You had fun don’t lie to me, the adrenaline rush was very nice” Jordan exclaims, “My blood is rushing, this is very nice”

As they both rest up on the ground taking in what they have done to the whole place and the guys they brutally annihilated, both of them can hear police officers outside the entrance of the bar. 

The door explodes and officers started rushing the building getting a hold of Jordan about to arrest him and Mike. Mike stands up and opens up his jacket and takes out an emp grenade. The police officers don’t realize Mike taking it out with being more focused on Jordan trying to escape.

“Good bye officers, sorry for the inconvenience” Mike says as he activates his emp grenade and drops it in the middle of the room. It explodes and shuts off all the electricity in the building and shuts off the lights. 3 seconds later, the lights get back on and both Mike and Jordan are gone as if they were never even in the bar. One of the officers barks orders at the other officers in the room as they start searching the building to where they could have disappeared, but they were long gone.