Author's Note

Please take my quick sketch of Natsu I did before writing this as an apology. (....I mean you don't have to...You could hold a grudge forever...I get it....Author-chan has been bad!)

Hey guys! How you been? Not to complain or anything but I've actually been sick while writing this. I'm just kidding with you guys, I'm totally complaining. But you know me, that's what I do. So anyways, enough about me (lol jk never enough (I read never enough and heard in my head that song from The Greatest Showmen 'never enough, never never, never enough' in my head and I am dead))

So I introduced a new character who I've been meaning to show for a while and that is Lissana's dad who I've decided to call Norman Strauss. I really didn't know what direction to take this character. When I started writing the chapter he had severe anger issues, then rewriting it he was a cold-hearted businessman, and so on. I took it in a really different direction this time though. I have never in all my life written a character like this and it was so fun. I really do hope you like him (well as a character I get it don't like the bad guy and stuff but you know what I'm saying.) He curses way too much but you know, whatever.

Anyways this chapter is pretty much focusing on him. There is actually an introduction to another character too but I won't talk about that because that's mid/end chapter business not beginning.

Okay, one more thing. I just realized I put something in here that revealed the death of someone amazing. I mean literally, everyone knows this but in case someone does it I don't want them to hear it from Norman you know. God, I feel like I shouldn't even be writing this now. Okay, so beautiful amazing and wonderful Stan Lee passed away on November 12 and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. He lived a long wonderful life and stuff. Okay.

Question of the day:

So while reading the comments I was super excited to hear that someone else read the same webtoon I read. So I wanted to ask, what webtoons have you guys been reading. I'll put a few of my favorites and or new ones I've been reading and you tell me you'res. c;

LOST in TRANSLATION, Lookism, LUMINE, Phantom Paradise, Days of Hana, ReBirth, True Beauty, Bastard, Noblesse, Cherry Blossoms After Winter, Sweet Home, #muted, LittleRain, Beyond The Sight Of You, Deep Cut, ReLife, ORANGE MARMALADE, Play Dead, Royal Servant, etc...

I could go on forever. Btw I get how you know the names of these types of things changes depending on where it's written and some of these that I wasn't positive about (only Royal Servant) is somehow considered both a webtoon and a manga. I could probably find the answer to which one it is but too lazy to do it now. So just in case you read that and go all fangirl attack mode on me please chill. I don't want to die. ;c

Yeah okay. Let's get started.

P.O.V.'s P.O.V.

The lights flickered up ahead. In the distance the faint sound of water from an old dingy drain pipe repeatedly dripped, echoing down the halls. In the gloom, the workers could make out the barred walls they were now encased in. They weren't used to it. Didn't even know what the lower levels looked like. They wanted to go back to there pristine rooms upstairs.

"So now Y'all are probably wondering why you're here," a man said walking into the dim lighting. The workers immediately recognized the sound of his voice, his presence, his features. It was none other than their boss who runs the place. Norman Strauss.

He watches there faces, silent. Then he smiles widely. "You guys are practically shitting yourselves and I haven't even gotten started yet!" He chuckles to himself before leaning into one of the men sitting on the floor.

A second passes, and another. Strauss continues his cold hard stare. The worker begins to shake, chokes back a sob, and then cries into his hands. A smile flashes across Norman's face once again as he sighs, patting the man on the back who in response flinched away. He then turned standing up and walking to the middle. The man continued to cry.

"Okay, you need to do yourself a big fucking favor and shut that shit the fuck down!"

The room was once again silent.

"There," Norman spoke calmly. "Now let's get started." He claps his hands together and gazes around the room.

"Now the way the world works is very simple, in fact, it's so fucking simple that even if you're stupid, which most of you fuckers out here very well may be, you can at least understand it."

He clicks his tongue and shakes his finger, "No, don't you look at me like you all don't know what I'm talking about. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

Norman pauses again, looking down at his scared to shit workers. "As I was saying, the world is simple. It's all simple. You know what else is simple? Our fucking rules. I make them simple. I'm just that kind of guy. "

"So you know what I don't appreciate? Someone going out of there way to break EVERY SINGLE RULE. It's not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. Don't worry, I'll show you just how not cool that is." Nolan walks over to the ground and picks up a knife before walking back to his spot. "-cause one of you is going to talk."

"Now anybody moves, anybody tells me shit, I'll cut out one of your organs and transplant it into the person sitting directly to the right of you. I'm not a surgeon or anything but I always wanted to give it a fucking try. "

He steps over to the first person in line. "Hey you," Norman points to him with the knife. "What's your name?"

"T-tyler S-s-sir."

Norman bounced back on his heels in delight. "Well would you look at this shit, boys, we got us a polite little mother fucker in our mites! That's exactly what I like to see, some God damn respect!" Norman smiles widely.

The man in his clutches begins to cry. "Aw, come on, not the waterworks."

Norman shrinks down to the man's level, leaning in to close for comfort.

"What is it? Is it the beard?" Norman asks motioning to his face.

"Damn!" He slaps his legs as he sits up.

Norman then turns to the rest of the crowd and smiles. "I really gotta shave this shit."

"Well buddy," He pats the crying man's back, "gotta talk."

The man continues to whimper. Norman peers his way, face resolutely unimpressed. He sighed, turning. "For fuck's sake, someone pull his string he's not talking."

A man came out of the background grabbing the man up and restraining him. He seemed to be awaiting orders from Norman.

"Ok here's the deal. I'm putting it on the fucking table, so Y'all better listen."

" You talk, tell me what you know, you get to keep your-" Norman looks down at the man's pants smiling, "below-average sized balls for later in the night. Get what I'm saying?"

"All you gotta do is talk. Easy peasy lemon squeezy." Norman skips over to the man and leans into his face.

"Well?"

"I-I u...uhh-w-wel"

"Oh come on, not again with this crap. Just fucking talk already." Norman smacked the man.

"That was strike one. Just so you know I like to skip my even numbers so you better fucking hurry up!"

"I was there that day. I know which o-order was being placed."

"Great!" Norman says with a big smile, patting the man on the back.

"It was the Heartfillia residence. Whoever did t-that job broke the code."

"You, you little mighty sir deserve a gold star."

"You know what I call that? I call that teamwork! This fucking shit is getting real now."

Norman cast his eyes at a lady long enough to catch her red-rimmed eyes and downcast expression. She sniffled glancing at the man Norman just gave a fake gold star to apologetically.

He walked over towards her next. She gave him a simpering smile with partially raised eyebrows. Like she was saying, You're coming over here? why me? I'm completely innocent? And you're wrong. I'm not scared of you.

Norman smiled. "You see here gentlemen, this lady here got bigger man-balls then all of you and she's a fucking lady!"

Another worker shakenly raised their hand. "Now this better be good."

"What the fuck is it?"

"C-c-an I go to the b-bathroom?"

Norman scoffed. "Seriously. I'm having an important business conversation here but no y'all nweed your wewe time fwirst," Norman spoke, babying his voice as he went along.

"Poor babies right?"

He walked back to the girl. "Now before I was so rudely interrupted, I was trying to say tell me do you fucking know who fucking fucked this fucking shit up!?!"

The girl slowly nodded making Norman smile. "See now this shit, this shit is wonderful." He said pointing to her. "Now who was it?"'

"What do I get out of it?"

Norman opens his eyes wider, keeping his signature smile.

"What do I get out of it?" He imitates her in a higher voice. "See boys, now this bitch over here, this bitch is amazing."

"A fucking badass is what we got right here."

"So I'll tell you what. I'm gonna give you something for it. Now usually I'd be like screw you I'm going to bash your head in but you know what? I think I like you." He says kneeling down to her level and pointing towards her face with a smile.

"So I'm going to give you something, honey. Here's the deal. You tell me who it is. We kill him. Then you get whatever you fucking want. Alrighty. What is it you looking for exactly? Money?"

"No."

"No. No? Here that boys. She said no. God, I like you even better. Ok, you gotta tell me. What is it? What do you want?"

"I want the role of the doctor."

Norman threw his head back and laughed.

"Oh God, this bitch is great. But why in the hell would I give you my best role?"

She quirks her head to the side with a smile. "Because in a few minutes the doctor is going to be dead."

"Alright, sweety. I hear you, loud and clear. What's your name?"

"Ultear, Dr. Ultear."

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"Now then Doc, or ex-doc, anything you have to fucking say for yourself?"

"S-sir It wasn't my fault."

"Wasn't your fault, huh? Don't worry Jimmy I believe you. Come on just tell me what happened."

"It was the man. He broke the codes. first 76.73.69, second 82.65.68.65.82, third 65.68.79.80.94, fourth 65.76.73.66.73, fifth 115.67.72, sixth 84.82.86, seventh 84.76.75, eighth 69.88.80.76, ninth 70.66.73, and tenth 80.80.82. You know those can only be broken by the person we're buying the product from."

"Yeah, buddy I do."

"One last question and then you're free to go. Are the police on us."

"Not at this moment sir but given the rules are broken it's very possible in the near future they will be."

"Well, you did fucking great." Norman put his hands around Doc's neck.

"But you said I was free to go."

"Yep, free to go up with the birds, lord all mighty. Say hi to Stan Lee for me, will you? God, I miss that guy already."

He tightens his fist around the neck of the man.

"S- c-n't--can--b-b-rea-the."

Norman scoffed, grinning. "Well, of course you can't you fucking asshole. I'm fucking choking you!"

*Snap*

"Jesus! I wanted to enjoy that. He has a fucking chicken neck or something." Norman planted his shoe on top of the now dead man's forehead and stepped on him.

"How you like me now, Bitch?"

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Author's Note:

So, there it is. Pretty long chapter but I hope you guys still enjoyed it. If you care to comment I would love to hear about the character and if you want any of them changed or like them the way they are. Otherwise, I'm going to continue with Strauss having this personality which I hope you guys like. Sorry if it wasn't what you were expecting. Just want to make sure everyone's enjoying the ride.

Also, the number codes will be explained later but there is some meaning to them if you ever are bored and want to try and figure it out.

Ok, that's it. Love you guys. Bye bye. c;