Author's Note

Due to my motivation being at a very low standpoint, I may end this with a cliffhanger of sorts on the first chapter (after the prologue). I may continue this in the future based on the popularity it gets, however, so there is still hope! Although I know there is some hatred of HiE, I plan on continuing this based on the comments and feedback and not the like count (you know those who hate HiE smurf the dislike button.. ).

Volume 1 Prologue: Something New to Try

Nothing better than another lovely day like this, yeah? I was sitting at home playing Payday 2 and came up with the best idea I've ever had in a while. I decided to go in loud this time, shooting up citizens and cops alike. Now, you may ask why I kill the civilians, and your answer is that they just get in the way. Yes, I am aware that I lose money for that. No, I don't fucking care about money either. Before I start to ramble, let me introduce myself.

My name is Axel Dixon, a person who is a criminal for reasons that have changed past the years. It has been 8 years since I have been doing things that would put me above about any criminal on the most wanted list. I'm going to be honest, I became a criminal on accident. I recreated Cloud's sword from Smash Bros: Ultimate and went around slashing people. That may sound sadistic, but I was stupid back then. Everyone has their moments, dammit!

...Moving on.

Anyways, I didn't realize until 4 days after this event happened that the sword was so strong, it could deflect bullets. Since the sword's reach, much like its sharpness, colossal, I managed to mow through the entirety of Karbling and almost half of another town. I may or may not have developed sort of a blood lust after this event, but who's to know? After getting to the van and escaping the cops that were at the bank, I turned off my computer and went to test out my idea, packing my 'Arsenal of Criminal GadgetsTM' in my car.

I parked my car in the middle of the road, because i'm an asshole like that, and walked up to the bank. A car stopped behind my car, and I paid it no attention, continuing my walk up to the bank doors, my bag in hand. The driver decided poorly to get out of his car and yell out at me.

"Hey! What are you doing with your car on the road?!?!" The driver yelled out.

"Carrying out my business at the bank! What are you doing getting out of your car in the middle of the road?!?!" I answered back, pointing my M1911 at him and showing off my bullet-ricocheting tank armor vest. I know you may think this tank armor vest is heavy, but as I have odd ideas, I managed to lighten up the heavy tank armor by attaching miniature balloons in spots where they shouldn't pop. Who knew that there were places on vests where balloons are safe from getting hit my bullets? The scrawny fucker walked up to me, putting a finger up in my face.

"Move your car right now or I will call the police!" His dumbass said idiotically. Does he not see the fact that a gun is literally against his chest? I guess he really is retarded. Instead of shooting him with my gun, I headbutted him and stuck a knife in his neck, slashing in a way where blood wouldn't touch me. I pretended to hug him as civilians walk by, trying to keep his wound away from my body while still letting him bleed out. After a few moments, I screamed like a horny teenage boy caught his mom in the living room naked. Two guys ran up to me in shock and concern and asked,

"What happened?"

"I was saving my friend after he nearly blacked out from being hit in the neck by something sharp in his car, and he just fell out!" I acted out perfectly. I guess after being caught 2 years into this sort of thing and having to act to get out of this sort of thing makes its use sometimes, yeah? "I th-think he may be dead!" I finished my act gracefully. The two guys inspected him and I managed to slip away and change my disguise before they looked back. What, you think I walk around as the most wanted criminal in broad daylight? Are you fucking dumb, what kind of criminal does that? Anyway, I put on my blonde wig and multicolored contacts and I continued my slow pace to the bank. Before I went in, I looked back and to where I stabbed the retarded-as-fuck driver. There was a crowd around him, and some police around him too. Fuck that dude for taking my spotlight! Now I want to revive him so I can murder him again! Eh, we never get what we want now do we? Anyways, I made my way toward the side of the bank to catch a cop looking at me.

"Citizens shouldn't be here, state your business!" The officer snarled.

Instead of talking, I did what I know how to do most, and stabbed, or should I say, shot, him in the center of his head with a knife. That sentence only makes sense if you knew I had a famous, contraband, fabulous-looking ballistic knife in my hands. Before you ask, yes, I do create all these weapons. 8 years to have the experience to make all of this are being put at play here, and you get to see it first hand! If you aren't excited about that then you can go fuck yourself. Anyway, I continued my journey toward the back of the bank and eventually arrived there, taking out 4 guards total on my way there. I searched through my bag for my portable metal detector and placed it against various parts of the back wall of the bank in search for the area that concentrated the most metal. If I could find that part, I would know where the vault is, because coins are made of metal. After the detector did its job, I set a EEP6 (Electrical Explosive: Power-6) against the wall and set the detonation timer to 4 minutes. After the timer was set, I hid underneath a sewer hole and started waiting. For those of you who don't know, I like to name my inventions according to their characteristics. I am not robbing this bank for the money inside of it, as I have enough already. No, I am raiding this bank to test out my new invention, and the money I take from this bank is most likely going to go to an orphanage or charity or whatever fucking place accepts money. I took my custom, newly made gun out and started loading it with BS Rounds (Blood Seeking Rounds). Since I knew I had a blood lust, I bet I could make ammo that could lust for it as well. In reality, they are just very iron-sensitive and calcium-sensitive bullets. So sensitive to both, that it gets attracted very easily, but I made sure to make it an 80/20 (80% Calcium/20% Iron) metal mix so that the bullets don't attract to random objects. I'll be damned if I ever see a bank where most of the items are made of calcium. By the way, if you want to know what gun I am using, it's also a new invention.

I call it the AK-R870C (Avtomat Kalashnikova-Remington 870 Combo) because it has the mechanic of the Remington 870 (An idea from playing Call of Duty: Black Ops 2) and the fire rate and bullet penetration/power of the AK-47 (An idea from playing a bit too much Call of Duty: Modern Warfare) to make a wicked overpowered gun. This gun shoots 70 rounds per second. This has to have broken some record, but what do I know? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of bricks falling and sounds very similar to that of one of those bug zappers people buy to be lazy. Seriously, just use a fucking fly swatter like the rest of us. I peeked out of the sewer hole to see what has happened during my time reloading. I didn't hear an explosion, but the explosion did happen. I walked over to the blown hole and noticed that the cameras inside were giving off sparks, a sign that my invention seems to have worked perfectly. I took a look around and noticed 6 police officers sitting on the floor, looking like they're having a seizure. I guess the poor fuckers got caught up with the electrical explosion. Eh, not my fault, and I never saw anything either. I went to go through the impressively big hole, but one of the officers, who had eventually stopped twitching, grabbed my leg and started biting into it. Luckily I had my metal shin pads on, although it made this a lot more awkward than it needed to be.

"Why are you attempting to bite my leg off?" I asked the officer with an amused grin on my face. When he spoke, his voice was so raspy and quiet that I had to lean in to hear his intent.

"We will not let you rob this bank. It has the valuables of the entire town." He said, a pained look on his face.

I looked him in the eye. "What's stopping me?" I asked neutrally.

"We have everything under control here. You will not succeed." He tried in subtle movements to grab his pistol.

I kicked the gun he was reaching for to the side. "That sounds like an empty threat to me." I kept my tone neutral. He didn't seem worth my time to speak down on him.

"This bank's defense was made with you in mind, Mr. Dixon," The guard assured. "You will not succeed." He repeated

"It seems you know who I am, and you probably know how I like to create my own weapons rather than buy some too huh?" He nodded. "Thank you for telling your enemy to be on their guard. Good Night!" With that last word, I plunged the knife deep down his neck, the last sound coming from him being a choking sound, and it was wrong in all the right ways. With that done, I walked through the hole that leads straight into the vault. I must've knocked out the lights of the entire building, because it was super dark inside and I could hear a bunch of commotion going on towards the front. Time to see if the explosive did its job. I took my lantern out and set it to 10% power usage and the entire place lit up. I looked around for the cameras that watched the place and found that the explosive worked. Every camera that I could find within the vault had been fried to a crisp. I mean, any more damage and the explosive would've done its job a little too well. Anyway, I turn the power of the lamp up to 20% so that I could get a better look at what I was dealing with here. There were mini-vaults that lined the sides of the walls, totaling about thirty, and what looked like millions of quarters streamed the corners of the vault, and in the center was the prize I had been waiting for. Gold Bars, 12 in all, were stacked neatly on a table.

"Finally," I thought to myself, "A heist where there are two positives instead of one." There was a triumphant smile plastered across my face, looking down at the prize I so desperately wanted. Let me make one thing clear and say that I do not want these gold bars for the value. No, I want these gold bars because Cloud's ultra big sword could use an upgrade. I put my hands on it to make sure they were real, and my eyes widened. Why do these feel like-

"Plastic?" A man who was wearing a mask and armor with red camo came out from the hole I had made. On his leg had the tag 'AAD' on it, and I knew exactly who he was....

and that didn't make me happy in the slightest.

"...You must be Shane Witz, leader of the AAD I assume?" I questioned, looking at him uneasily.

His voice was as deep as I pictured it to be. "Did the color of camouflage give it away?" He said, smiling patronizingly.

"I know AAD when I see it, because you bastards only come in red and purple, and your the first red one I've seen." I answered. I knew that it was too good to be true.

"Did you think it was too good to be true? You usually do full out attacks. Also your personal record assumes you hate stealth." Did you read my damn mind?

"No," I lied, "I just wasn't feeling it in me today, so I decided to give stealth mode a try."

"Is that so," He took out a gun and pointed it at me. I reached for my gun behind my back, but before I did he said, "What do you think is faster, your slight of hand or my trigger finger?" He said, gently squeezing the trigger on his pistol. "Hands where I can see them, you're under arrest." I stopped and tried to think of a way out of this predicament as he inched closer, gun in hand. I thought of something I could do, and I would have to bet on it to get me out of here. Lets see how smart the AAD is.

I put my hands up.

"Alright, you caught me." I said, trying my best to look saddened. He stared at me for a moment before continuing his slow walk up towards me. I pulled up my sleeves and showed him that my hands were empty.

"Put your gun on the ground." He said, stopping in place. I did as he instructed and emptied the clip before placing my man-made, and well-made at that, gun on the ground. He seemed to have let out a breath I don't think he even knew he was holding. He continued his walk, albeit a little faster, and started reaching for his handcuffs. As he came a foot away from me, I sprang into action. I reached up and slapped the gun out of his hand, and proceeded to punch the air out of his lungs. As he stood on the floor gasping for air, I took my leave from where I came from. When I got out of the hole I had made, 3 AAD soldiers made their move. Two of them attached themselves to my arms while the third one held my head down.

"You must be his cronies...." I said, disappointed, and drawing the last word out.

"I had a feeling you would try shit." Shane had recovered, and that means that I had lost. I noticed the cops holding me down were actually not regular cops. They were dressed in the same attire Shane was in, but instead of red camo, it was a very nice-looking galaxy purple. This means that they were working for Shane, and that is not good. Shane walked up to me. "What was it you said to the guard," that's what they call all cops outside of AAD, "Good Night? Well, I say the same until you. Good Evening, Axel." With that I felt something super hard hit the back of my head and my world went black in an instant.

I woke up to the sound of murmuring, and it sounded very heated. I opened my eyes to what looked to be the blur of red and purple in each other's faces. I tried to put a hand to my head so that I could hold my head from the headache that formed, but to no avail. I looked around and found myself tied to a wooden chair with some rope in a super dark room, the only light being the hallway which the red and purple soldiers were occupying. They heard me test my bindings and went to greet me.

"Good Morning, Mr. Dixon!" The purple bitch said cheerfully with a smile. I felt sick and wanted to rest. I wanted out and to live my life testing out my ideas again, but I don't think I will be getting that any time soon.

"Who said you could rest just yet? We have work to do." Shane said diabolically. I stared at them both with a neutral expression. "You look bored," The red bastard frowned, "Lets pep you up a little, shall we?" He went to the door and retrieved a box. Inside of the box was a syringe filled with a orange liquid that glowed in the dark.

I had a severe phobia of syringes.

I started struggling against my bindings again and started trying to back up in the chair I was in, only to fall and hit my head on the floor. The purple soldier picked up my chair and held me in place. As the syringe got closer, I froze, staring at the syringe reaching my neck. As it got closer, I closed my eyes and felt the syringe start to impale my neck. As soon as it was over, I exhaled, feeling the blood trickle down my neck.

"Now we wait for the results of our research." Shane said, sitting in the cell. "You can go, I'm gonna sit here for a few. The purple soldier nodded and walked out. I watched him leave before looking back at Shane, and we stared at each other for literally two hours.

"Its 3 AM already!" Shane looked at his watch, displeased nothing happened. "I'm tired of waiting..... so I'm not gonna wait." He said, standing up from his chair. "Hope you have a bad night, Axel. I also hope you turn into a Resident Evil 3 monster!" He spoke to me like I was a child. I watched him walk out the door with the same neutral expression before I felt a sudden wave of exhaustion. I started to realize that it had effected me, as the exhaustion doubled in volume only after a few minutes. I stood like that for a while, staring at the floor. An hour later, a sudden wave of pain overtakes my entire body. I would've screamed at this moment in time, but it was like the pain stopped my mouth from making noise. It felt like hours past, just sitting there, as if I was chained to a pole and lit on fire. The pain was agonizing, and I can't do anything about it. After a few minutes, the pain had taken its toll, and my eyes started to close. I wonder what will awake me when I wake up.