Context: As if you haven’t been dealt a bad card in life already, your parents went and ran afoul of the local mafia. Which, naturally, makes you a target. Thankfully, when you do get attacked, you are attacked on the turf of… another mafia group?

Words: 1226

Monetization: It’s perfectly ok to monetize and record any of my scripts, you can change pronouns and stuff around too! Just please remember to credit me! However, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PAYWALL MY SCRIPTS!

Notes: High difficulty script!

A/N: This script is really heavy on the soundwork, so my apologies! Also, this script can be performed without the Pursuers’ voices, so perform this however you like! If I get enough requests for it, I might make a part 2 to this!

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[rain sounds]

[distant traffic]

[footsteps running through rain]

Pursuer: “Don’t let them get away!”

[more footsteps join in]

[skidding to a halt]

Pursuers: “Ha! Dead end. Nowhere to run now, kid.”

[footsteps slowly come forward]

“HEY!”

[footsteps stop]

Pursuers: “What the– who’re you?!”

[slow footsteps approach]

“... What the hell is the Bloodhound Cartel doing on our turf, huh?”

Pursuer: “Just chasing the son of a rat. Now walk away and forget you saw anything, and we’ll let you go.”

[pause]

“Ha! Chasing a civilian? Isn’t it in our ‘code’ to leave civilians alone? And even if you had a good reason for chasing ‘em… you sure as hell ain’t allowed on this side of the city.”

“You know damn well that this is the territory of the Scarlet Society. And here you are, intruding on our territory. If this is how the Bloodhounds want to treat the rules that our Dons so painstakingly laid out…”

[gun clicks]

“Then I suppose all those talks about peace between us were all for naught, hm?”

[gun clicks]

[pause]

Pursuer: “You…! You’re with the Scarlet Society!”

Pursuer: “You’re just one person! Gonna take on three people on your own, you b*stard?!”

“Just one person? Haha… you don’t know who you’re dealing with, huh?”

“Send my regards to your Don. Tell them that the Bloody Prince has returned.”

Pursuer: “The– The Bloody Prince…?! I–It’s him!”

Pursuer: “Get him!”

“Hey, you, back there… I suggest you duck.”

[gunshots]

[knives swinging]

“HAHAHA! Is this all the Bloodhounds can offer?! Come on, you haven’t even scratched me yet!”

Pursuer: “H–He’s too strong!”

Pursuer: “Just shoot him! Hurry up!”

“Weak… all of you! You should have never set foot on our turf!”

[gunshot]

“Ugh–”

“Damn you– DIE!”

[gunshot]

[silence]

[heavy breathing]

[walking]

“Hey. You.”

[pause]

“I see you hiding behind those crates. Come out and greet the one who saved ya.”

[rustling]

“There we go.”

“Whatever did you do to incur the wrath of the Bloodhound Cartel, eh? They seemed pretty dead-set on beating the hell out of ya.”

[pause]

“Wasn’t you, but your parents?”

“Man… it’s always the kids who suffer for their parents’ mistakes.”

[pause]

“Hm? I’m bleeding?”

“Yeah… I am. But this is nothing compared to the sh*t I’ve dealt with in the past. A bullet wound like this is nothing.”

[pause]

“... You wanna help me?”

[he laughs]

“After what I did to the people chasing you, you still wanna help out?”

“You’ve got guts… I’ll give ya that.”

“But do you even know how to dress a wound like this?”

[pause]

“Heh, thought so.”

“Well, whatever. You’ll probably have your uses, and we should both get outta here anyway.”

[he grabs your hand]

“C’mon. I’ll take you to a safehouse.”

“But let me make one thing clear.”

[gun clicks]

“Keep your mouth shut about it, alright? The Scarlet Society certainly lives up to its name when it comes to dealing with whistleblowers, understand?”

[pause]

“Good. Glad we cleared that up.”

“Now come on. The rain is coming down harder.”

[footsteps running through rain]

[timeskip]

[rain is muffled]

“Ugh… damn… Glad that didn’t go through a vital organ.”

“Hey, see that cabinet over there? Go grab me one of those bottles and some bandages. I’m sure you know what they look like.”

[rustling through a cabinet]

“Who am I?”

“Ha… have you never heard of me? Thought my name was spread all over the city.”

“Well… no harm in tellin’ ya. Just so another person knows.”

[pause]

“The name’s Victor Scarlet. The son of Don Scarlet.”

[pause]

“Haha… that look of shock and fear never gets old.”

“Now hurry up with the stuff.”

[rustling]

“Ah, there we go.”

[bottle unscrews]

[he hisses with pain as he pours disinfectant on his wound]

“Damn…”

[bandages wrapping]

“Hm? Why the nickname ‘Bloody Prince’?”

[he laughs]

“Oh come on. You were right there when I slaughtered those Bloodhounds, weren’t you?”

“The old man said I was too messy. Too quick to kill, blah blah blah. But come on, I’m only like that with rival gangs! I didn’t kill you on sight, did I?”

[pause]

“Exactly!”

“Still, I like the title. Nothing like an intimidating title to make people tremble in fear. Especially when you’re someone’s guard dog.”

[pause]

“You’re a little too curious for your own good, buddy.”

“Didn’t your momma ever tell you about the rules of living in this city?”

[pause]

“That’s right. Keep your head down. Don’t poke your nose into anyone else’s business. And avoid all alleyways.”

“So you’re not stupid, after all.”

[pause]

“I mean, you had the gall to ask the son of a Don about his personal life. That would be a death sentence for you in most cases.”

“Thankfully for you, I’m in a good mood. Nothing like a little bloodshed to get my heart pumping.”

[pause]

“Heh, you don’t get a title like the Bloody Prince by being a pacifist, my friend. You get it by being so violent that you get temporarily kicked out of the family.”

[pause]

“Yuuup, that’s why those goons were so shocked. I mean, they knew I left, but did they really think I would leave forever?”

“I’m a part of the Scarlet Society. The Scarlet Society never leaves its family behind.”

[pause]

“Damn right. That’s how you foster loyalty, after all.”

“Speaking of loyalty… you owe me one now, don’t you?”

[pause]

“Oh, wipe that look of horror off your face. I’m not gonna make you pay me or anything. The way I see it, if your parents pissed off the Bloodhound Cartel, you’ve got more money problems than you can handle.”

“I’m asking for something a little more… unconventional.”

[pause]

“Well, to get straight to the point… I want you to date me.”

[pause]

“Yup, you’re hearing that right. It ain’t forever, of course. Just long enough for my dear old dad to get the hell off my back about marrying some princess from another gang.”

“Besides… you owe me your life, don’t you?”

[pause]

“Ah, it doesn’t matter if you live in Bloodhound Cartel territory. You can stay here on the Scarlet Society’s turf. We’ve got a ton of safehouses all over the place, and I can use my connections to arrange for you to stay somewhere.”

[pause]

“Heh. All the more reason for you to agree. A target of the Bloodhound Cartel dating the Bloody Prince? They’re sure to leave you and your family alone once word goes out, lest they face the barrel of my gun.”

“So, what do you think? Win-win situation, eh?”

[pause]

“Hmm… well if you aren’t sure, then take a while to think it over, hey?”

“If you don’t want to, I’m sure I can come up with other ways for you to pay your debt to me…”

[pause]

“What happens once I don’t need you anymore?”

“Ha! I won’t just throw you to the wolves. I’ll secure a safe place for you and your family. I swear it on my name as a Scarlet.”

[pause]

“Ah, I knew you’d agree. You have a good head on your shoulders after all.”

[he holds out his hand]

“C’mon, shake my hand, seal the deal. Date me for a little while, and I’ll protect you and your family from the Bloodhound Cartel.”

[you shake his hand]

“Heh… looking forward to ‘dating’ you, darling.”

~END~

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