Prisoner with a Bulletproof Heart

Prisoner with a Bulletproof Heart
Prologue

It was midnight and the moon was nearly full, there wasn't a sound to be heard, not a single soul was awake…wait, that's a false statement, someone was awake. Tapping of heels could be heard in a dark alley, it is Nack the Weasel, the famous bounty hunter and criminal. His fur was a brilliant purple color while his belly and muzzle was white. His body was slim, a clue of how fast his reflexes are, comes in handy when using guns, but you can tell he's strong so he can lay hard punches and kicks, not to mention is purple tail. It's bent in a position where Nack could lean on it proving his tail was powerful, too. On his hand were brown gloves with gray plates on the top, he wore brown and white boots, and a brown cowboy hat with a black lace on the middle. On his waist there is a belt to hold his two loaded guns. His eyes were a piercing blue, perfect for aiming, and a famous feature from him is his sharp and long fang that showed over his bottom lip, giving him the nickname of Fang the Sniper.

Nack was tapping his heals as if waiting for something or someone. Just then, a shadow moved toward the weasel. "Finally, I thought I'd be waitin' all night." Nack growled in his western accent. As a response, the figure chuckled being walking into the moonlight. The figure was tall; you can tell it's a male by the deep sounding chuckle. You can't see who he is for e wore a hooded long coat. You can see his boots though, black hiking boots.

"I told you I'd be here and I am." The figure said lightly.

"Alright, what do ya want?" Nack snapped out. The figure lifted his black glowed hand,

"Don't get snappy, Fang." Nack gave a small sly smile, this guy called him by his titled name.

"Fine, but give me a name to call ya. I don't want to go callin' ya 'guy' or 'client' or somethin' like that." Nack said coolly

"Haze." 'Haze' said. Nack gave a nod, "So, what do ya need me for?" He said, repeating his recent question in a less snappy way.

Haze took another step towards Nack, "I want, or need, 4 chaos emeralds. I know you don't work for free, so I'll pay you." Nack's ears perked up at the offer of payment, "Alright, 100 bucks."

"Each?"

"Yep."

Haze gave a small chuckle, "I didn't expect anything less from the famous Fang the Sniper." And with that, he left, back into the darkness he came from.

"Can't wait to steal Sonic's emerald or emeralds." Nack snickered before he, too, left the alley as the moon continually shined bright.