I do not own Naruto or Jin Roh but if people would give me enough money i just might some day.
He heard a mechanic hiss and oxygen flooded into his mask. He took a deep breath, feeling the oxygen enter his lungs and falling in sink with the respirator. It was along, slow pace but by now he was used to the lethargic breathing, making him calm and collected. His field of vision was small and what was visible was stained a blood red. It was pitch black in the room and yet through the mask he could see everything in grainy detail.
It was sparkly decorated, the walls made of thick concrete painted a dark grey on every wall of the room. There were several racks, each holding a suit similar to the one he was wearing: A German style helmet with single hose respirator to cover the face, and large, curved black armor to cover the body while the shins were protected by steel guards. What wasn't covered in armor was adorned by thick, black clothes.
His body was light and cool, like it was floating in a stagnant pool of water. The movement of his body wasn't hindered much as he slowly moved, checking the joints of the suit. Feeling satisfied that he would be able to move fast when the time came, he slowly started walking towards his weapon.
The first step was slow, and the weight was unexpected but he quickly adjusted, catching himself from falling. The next step was easier, landing with a deep "thunk" as the heavy boot hit the ground. He reached the table holding the standard weapon, an MG-42, light machine gun, disassembled, reassembled, greased and oiled by himself.
He picked it up, the weight being light compared to what he was bearing normalley. He opened up the feed tray and pulled a long chain of bullets from his backpack, placing them in the opening and closing the top. His right hand grasped the T shaped charging handle, racking it back before slamming it forward, making an audible "chunk-chink."
He raised the gun to hip level, taking one last, slow breath before heading out.
Tonight, there would be death.
He could run in the suit, he knew he could.
The suit rattled a steady rhythm as he raced along rooftops, looking for his targets.
It was like basic training, simple: find and eliminate.
Finding them was all too easy, ten of them, all loitering in an alley.
Scum deserve to die.
They were encircling something, each sporting a lecherous grin and snickering. Suddenly a frightened scream came from within. The voice was recognizable as a woman's.
People like this should not exist.
He walked into the alley, earning a few heads turning at the menacing sound of heavy boots clomping. His head was bowed, concealing the red eyes, and his stance wide and strong, ready for anything.
"Who the hell are you?" Came the question from one of the thugs.
I am the Devil.
No response came from the masked man as his head slowly rose from its position, revealing the glowing ready eyes. "Oh Shi-" but the exclamation was too late as the masked man rose his gun and Bullets screamed out the barrel.
Fusillade. (1)
The bullets that missed threw up streams of debris from the ground. He moved his gun upward, realigning the bullet stream to the crowd of people. The first man hit didn't even let out a cry as his body was violently tossed left and right from the impacts. Red blood flew from the gaping wounds, spraying everyone in the dark alley.
Red eyes…
The others fell quickly, emitting the crimson liquid from every conceivable body part. The innocent woman encircled by them was cowering in absolute terror as blood splashed on her blue dress and bodies fell around her.
It was Armageddon!
The gun soon ran out of ammo and stopped firing. As the haze cleared, he could see the last man standing, his fly open and his mouth agape as if trying to recapture his breath that had been stolen. He fell on his ass and quickly scrambled backwards, only stopping up against the wall, cowering like a trapped animal.
An animal set to slaughter.
"P-Please d-d-don't kill me!" He screamed in fear. His soon to be executioner didn't answer, he only reached behind him to grab another belt and reload his weapon. "You don't have to do this! I'll change! I swear! Please have mercy."
There is no mercy, only justice.
The only other sound in the alley besides the cowering man's erratic breathing was the slow clicking of the gun's bolt as the first round was chambered. "No-!" The man's cries were cut short as the rattling of gunfire erupted from within the small alley.
This is hell!
Blood spewed from the man's body as an entire belt was emptied into his body, transforming it into an unrecognizable mass of crimson flesh and ripped cloth. The firing stopped and the echoing crack of the gun died out, and soon another sound entered the small enclosure.
And Yet…
It was a light clapping coming from behind the armored man. Standing by the entry of the alley was another man, dressed in the same black armor, not yet reddened by blood however. Next to him was a woman with indigo hair and dressed in fishnets with a skirt covering her lower half and an open trench coat covering the top. It was the second armored man who was clapping, a look of pride on his face, while the woman looked on in concern.
The man stopped clapping and walked up to his bloodied look-a-like. He rested a hand on his shoulder armor and spoke in a warm voice, akin to that of a loving father. "You have done an excellent job, welcome to the wolf brigade, Naruto." And as the blood slowly dripped from the bodies, the alley grew silent. And even through all the death around him…
… the world was right behind those rose colored glasses.
Fusillade: A maelstrom/ wall/ barrage of bullets. (French)
Sorry it took so long for me to get back, I have been going through a little crisis right now, my house burned down so I lost all my projects I was working on and now I have to redo all the stories I was working on. Here is the redo of Demon of the wolf brigade.