Title: Warriors in the Grey
Author: DarkJester
Disclaimer: I own Ian. Most everything else is owned by Joss Whedon and
Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Faith starts over and meets her match.
Rating: PG-13 at most, for now.
Warning: The beginning of the first chapter is a little extreme. Don't
worry, she's okay.
"What a day!"
Marcus Dupont was exhausted. As the leading smut producer for California and Nevada, Marcus was often tired. Between managing
his multiple companies(he owned an adult film company, several
strip clubs, three hardcore magazines, and about a dozen different adult 'toy' stores) and fending off the media about him exposing their
precious children to such filth, he didn't get much of a chance to relax. However, he always found time for his favorite hobby.
What the media did not know, and should they find out he would face a lengthy prison sentence, was that he liked young girls; very young girls. He had since he began his first company. Back then he could rarely feed his urges but now that he was worth seventy million dollars he could do it anytime. Marcus walked into his house and immediately went to his 'private' room. This was a room hidden under his mansion. It was soundproof and reinforced concrete. This was where he entertained his 'guests'. He passed his personal security enforcers. Since he had made his money peddling smut not many people liked him. Many wished him physical harm. That was why he employed mercenaries as his bodyguards, they didn't care what he did. As he entered his room he saw tonight's entertainment. She was blond, blue eyed, and slender; his favorite kind of toy. She was also about fifteen, which immediately gave him a little chubby. Tonight, because he was so tired, he would merely watch as his new guards gangbanged her. It was a kind of bonding process between him and his guards; it also gave him some leverage should they ever turn on him. He also used as an excuse for them to get rid of the
body, which of course would happen. He couldn't have some slut ruining his well liked life.
"Paul, Robert", Marcus pointed at two of his men who had just arrived the other day, "you loosen her up."
The expressions on their faces told everyone that they were going to really enjoy screwing this whore.
"Please. Why are you doing this to me? I've done nothing wrong. Just let me go and I won't tell anyone! I swear!"
"And give up this prime piece of ass?" Paul leered. "I don't think so."
It was at that point when their plans went to hell. Two coils of wire suddenly dropped from the ceiling, encircling the necks of Paul and Robert. Drawing closed, they began slicing into their windpipes. At the same time, a black shape dropped from the ceiling, holding the other ends. As the man fell, he let go of the wires. They had done their job, both Paul and Robert's throats were cut to the bone.
As he landed on his feet, the man in black drew a samurai sword. Faster than they could blink, two more of Marcus's goons were cut down; one was disemboweled, one was decapitated. In the span of 5 seconds, Marcus's forces had been halved.
Flipping a table over, the man in black made it behind it only moments before a hail of bullets ventilated a couch he had just
stood in front of.
"I've come only for Marcus. The rest of you may leave with your lives." explained a deep, and mildly muffled voice from behind the table.
"Fuck you. Come out now and we'll make it quick." came from a man who had used his incredible size to bully his way through life. The man in black shook his head. "They never take the easy way out."
Hearing the sounds of movement behind him, the man in black turned his head to see one of the henchmen trying to sneak up on him. Without turning his head any further, he pulled out and flicked a small throwing knife at his assailant. The blade entered the man's eye and passed into his brain. The man toppled over, dead. Returning his gaze to the remaining group, the black clad man grinned. "Last chance. After this, all bets are off."
Laughing, the men began making their way over to the overturned table. By their way of thinking, if he had a gun, he would have used it by now. Even if he did know chop socky, he couldn't get them all.
Unfortunately, the man in black was counting on this.
Leaping over the table, he began running at the mercenaries faster than any man they had ever seen. The men were so taken by suprise that they did not immediately fire. In that moment of hesitation, the mystery man had taken out another of their number. Running at the burly man who had spoken earlier, the assassin threw his hand at him. With all but the middle finger extended, he had crushed the man's windpipe with said middle finger. The man fell to the floor, gurgling. The black clad man jumped behind a column.
"Holy fuck, I'm getting out of here." shouted a red haired
man. As he ran for the door, the assassin drew a knife from his
boot. He sent it after the running man. The blade entered his back,
piercing his heart.
"I said all bets were off."
The lone gunman began looking nervous. This man was obviously a professional. Before he could thinking any more on the subject, his problem came running at him again. This time he did not hesitate and fired twice. What he saw in the remaining seconds of his life left him in awe. As the man ran, he caught both bullets in his bare hands. Continuing to run, the ninja jumped into the air and kicked the gunman square in the chest. Landing on his feet, the ninja quickly jumped again so that both of his feet were on either side of the man's head. With a twist of his hips he snapped the mercenaries neck.
Turning to look for Marcus, the black clad man saw Marcus squeeze the trigger on a .38. He fell as the slug hit him. Marcus walked over to the man. Stooping over him, he examined this man who would kill him. Dressed in skintight black cloth, the man had a physique that a god would kill for. "You were good, I'll give you that. But you forgot one of the basic rules of combat. Never bring a knife to a gun fight."
Turning back, Marcus began looking for the girl. Hearing a
noise behind him, he grinned. "There you are you little bitch."
Spinning around, Marcus was knocked to the ground by a blow that felt like a hammer. Shaking his head, he looked up, directly into the dead man's eyes.
"Kevlar is a beautiful thing."
Marcus began stammering.
"Please don't kill me. I'll give you anything. Please."
Cracking his neck, the black clad man just looked at him. For almost a minute, he just looked at him. All Marcus could see were those eyes staring at him. At last, the assassin broke the silence.
"Tell Lucifer I said hello."
With that the ninja bent down and punched Marcus in the face. Disoriented, Marcus could not fight as the man then grabbed the back of his head with his left hand, tilting it to the right. As fast as a striking snake, the assassin struck Marcus on the right side of his face, snapping his neck.
Standing, the black clad man. Began scanning the room for the girl. Hearing quiet sobbing behind a door, the man loped over to it. Opening it, he saw the girl cowering. When she saw the man, she started screaming.
"No please, leave me alone."
The man's previously cold grey eyes softened.
"Shh. Susie, I'm here to take you home. All the bad men are dead. Your safe."
"Who are you?"
Standing straight, the man undid the knot at the back of his cloth mask. As the cloth fell from his face, the girl went from fear to amazement and relief. Looking down on her was the handsome face of an old family friend.
"Ian!"
Ian smiled.
"Susie, I need you to wait outside for me. There's still something I need to do." Jumping up, Susie ran from the room, just glad to be rid of the place. Ian just looked after her for a moment, smiling. He remembered that same girl calling him Uncle Ian. He remembered rocking her to sleep when she was only a child. Shaking his head, he began completing his job.
After collecting all his weapons, Ian withdrew a small cloth pouch from his cloths. Opening it he placed its contents on all the eyes of the slain. As he left the room to take Susie back to her parents, he also left nine men with their eyes covered with half dollars.
"What a day!"
Marcus Dupont was exhausted. As the leading smut producer for California and Nevada, Marcus was often tired. Between managing
his multiple companies(he owned an adult film company, several
strip clubs, three hardcore magazines, and about a dozen different adult 'toy' stores) and fending off the media about him exposing their
precious children to such filth, he didn't get much of a chance to relax. However, he always found time for his favorite hobby.
What the media did not know, and should they find out he would face a lengthy prison sentence, was that he liked young girls; very young girls. He had since he began his first company. Back then he could rarely feed his urges but now that he was worth seventy million dollars he could do it anytime. Marcus walked into his house and immediately went to his 'private' room. This was a room hidden under his mansion. It was soundproof and reinforced concrete. This was where he entertained his 'guests'. He passed his personal security enforcers. Since he had made his money peddling smut not many people liked him. Many wished him physical harm. That was why he employed mercenaries as his bodyguards, they didn't care what he did. As he entered his room he saw tonight's entertainment. She was blond, blue eyed, and slender; his favorite kind of toy. She was also about fifteen, which immediately gave him a little chubby. Tonight, because he was so tired, he would merely watch as his new guards gangbanged her. It was a kind of bonding process between him and his guards; it also gave him some leverage should they ever turn on him. He also used as an excuse for them to get rid of the
body, which of course would happen. He couldn't have some slut ruining his well liked life.
"Paul, Robert", Marcus pointed at two of his men who had just arrived the other day, "you loosen her up."
The expressions on their faces told everyone that they were going to really enjoy screwing this whore.
"Please. Why are you doing this to me? I've done nothing wrong. Just let me go and I won't tell anyone! I swear!"
"And give up this prime piece of ass?" Paul leered. "I don't think so."
It was at that point when their plans went to hell. Two coils of wire suddenly dropped from the ceiling, encircling the necks of Paul and Robert. Drawing closed, they began slicing into their windpipes. At the same time, a black shape dropped from the ceiling, holding the other ends. As the man fell, he let go of the wires. They had done their job, both Paul and Robert's throats were cut to the bone.
As he landed on his feet, the man in black drew a samurai sword. Faster than they could blink, two more of Marcus's goons were cut down; one was disemboweled, one was decapitated. In the span of 5 seconds, Marcus's forces had been halved.
Flipping a table over, the man in black made it behind it only moments before a hail of bullets ventilated a couch he had just
stood in front of.
"I've come only for Marcus. The rest of you may leave with your lives." explained a deep, and mildly muffled voice from behind the table.
"Fuck you. Come out now and we'll make it quick." came from a man who had used his incredible size to bully his way through life. The man in black shook his head. "They never take the easy way out."
Hearing the sounds of movement behind him, the man in black turned his head to see one of the henchmen trying to sneak up on him. Without turning his head any further, he pulled out and flicked a small throwing knife at his assailant. The blade entered the man's eye and passed into his brain. The man toppled over, dead. Returning his gaze to the remaining group, the black clad man grinned. "Last chance. After this, all bets are off."
Laughing, the men began making their way over to the overturned table. By their way of thinking, if he had a gun, he would have used it by now. Even if he did know chop socky, he couldn't get them all.
Unfortunately, the man in black was counting on this.
Leaping over the table, he began running at the mercenaries faster than any man they had ever seen. The men were so taken by suprise that they did not immediately fire. In that moment of hesitation, the mystery man had taken out another of their number. Running at the burly man who had spoken earlier, the assassin threw his hand at him. With all but the middle finger extended, he had crushed the man's windpipe with said middle finger. The man fell to the floor, gurgling. The black clad man jumped behind a column.
"Holy fuck, I'm getting out of here." shouted a red haired
man. As he ran for the door, the assassin drew a knife from his
boot. He sent it after the running man. The blade entered his back,
piercing his heart.
"I said all bets were off."
The lone gunman began looking nervous. This man was obviously a professional. Before he could thinking any more on the subject, his problem came running at him again. This time he did not hesitate and fired twice. What he saw in the remaining seconds of his life left him in awe. As the man ran, he caught both bullets in his bare hands. Continuing to run, the ninja jumped into the air and kicked the gunman square in the chest. Landing on his feet, the ninja quickly jumped again so that both of his feet were on either side of the man's head. With a twist of his hips he snapped the mercenaries neck.
Turning to look for Marcus, the black clad man saw Marcus squeeze the trigger on a .38. He fell as the slug hit him. Marcus walked over to the man. Stooping over him, he examined this man who would kill him. Dressed in skintight black cloth, the man had a physique that a god would kill for. "You were good, I'll give you that. But you forgot one of the basic rules of combat. Never bring a knife to a gun fight."
Turning back, Marcus began looking for the girl. Hearing a
noise behind him, he grinned. "There you are you little bitch."
Spinning around, Marcus was knocked to the ground by a blow that felt like a hammer. Shaking his head, he looked up, directly into the dead man's eyes.
"Kevlar is a beautiful thing."
Marcus began stammering.
"Please don't kill me. I'll give you anything. Please."
Cracking his neck, the black clad man just looked at him. For almost a minute, he just looked at him. All Marcus could see were those eyes staring at him. At last, the assassin broke the silence.
"Tell Lucifer I said hello."
With that the ninja bent down and punched Marcus in the face. Disoriented, Marcus could not fight as the man then grabbed the back of his head with his left hand, tilting it to the right. As fast as a striking snake, the assassin struck Marcus on the right side of his face, snapping his neck.
Standing, the black clad man. Began scanning the room for the girl. Hearing quiet sobbing behind a door, the man loped over to it. Opening it, he saw the girl cowering. When she saw the man, she started screaming.
"No please, leave me alone."
The man's previously cold grey eyes softened.
"Shh. Susie, I'm here to take you home. All the bad men are dead. Your safe."
"Who are you?"
Standing straight, the man undid the knot at the back of his cloth mask. As the cloth fell from his face, the girl went from fear to amazement and relief. Looking down on her was the handsome face of an old family friend.
"Ian!"
Ian smiled.
"Susie, I need you to wait outside for me. There's still something I need to do." Jumping up, Susie ran from the room, just glad to be rid of the place. Ian just looked after her for a moment, smiling. He remembered that same girl calling him Uncle Ian. He remembered rocking her to sleep when she was only a child. Shaking his head, he began completing his job.
After collecting all his weapons, Ian withdrew a small cloth pouch from his cloths. Opening it he placed its contents on all the eyes of the slain. As he left the room to take Susie back to her parents, he also left nine men with their eyes covered with half dollars.