T24-2
Summary: An infamous terrorist, Tsuna is the world's greatest mystery. Always wearing a mask in his little missions but no one can see that he truly is insane. The odd type of Insanity that makes you believe everything is a game. Though he's not alone, Uni and Byakuran are players in this game. All three thrive to be king, without letting anyone find out about their crazy fun.
Chapter 2 – We Are Monsters
Music: Kyle Gabler – Best of Times
Tsuna tossed the ball in the air and waited for it to come down. He sighed once more as the baseball landed in his hand. His left arm behind his head as his eyes stared at the ceiling. He relaxed on his bed. Ideas, thoughts, plans, started forming in his head. It's been three days since the Hunters dispatched throughout the world, looking for a trace of the insane three.
Tsuna couldn't help but chuckle, his hand giving a little bit of unnecessary force as the baseball hit the ceiling, making a small crack. Reborn was an utter fool. He couldn't see that the very lunatic was in front of him. The soon-to-be Vongola Decimo was the very 'monster' he's trying to catch.
The ball hit the ceiling harder, chipping paint and plaster. The crack becoming more visible.
Tsuna's eyes hardened as his hand gripped the ball as he looked at the crack. The brown eyes turned to a darker glow, but a smile ripped on his face. His hand threw the ball at the ceiling with a terrifying force.
The ball embalmed itself in the ceiling, spider cracks branching out as it fell out of place.
Tsuna bit his finger as a hyena like laugh almost escaped his mouth. The copper taste entering his mouth as an idea sprung into his mind. He reached for the mask that was under his mattress. If you want to hide something valuable leave it at the most obvious place. Reborn once again failed to check the basics.
Tsuna looked out his window; the night was still dark, giving him the perfect chance to escape quietly. He jumped out his window and walked down the street. The street light flickering as manic like eyes, white pointy teeth revealed themselves as he chillingly sang one song.
"The London Bridge is falling down. Falling down, falling down. The London Bridge is falling down, My Fair Lady."
Uni smiled as she rocked her feet back and forth, her mask in place as she watched from a safe distance. What she was about to do, will surely make her King. It was a bit of a hassle escaping from Gamma but all went as planned. She hummed a small tune as she played with the trigger in her hand.
Her smile was too dark, making the innocent face she usually does look like the devils'. The small corner of her smiles seemed to pass onto to her eyes, welcoming the massacre. She waited until the doors of the train closed. She looked at her laptop and waited for the train to enter the channel.
Well, The Channel Tunnel that is.
She pressed the button and saw that immediately all of the staff and station lost signal. To all communication devices, electricity, and especially…her giggles exploded…the trains. She could see the immediate panic as the staff tried to gain the lost communication but she knew it was now useless. The signals were jumping all over the places.
Thousands…were in those trains. She could feel her blood speeding up in her body, a smile so wide, so deranged, that she almost felt it become permanent. She pressed the trigger a second time; the trains went as fast as they could go. 99mph was the norm; she shook her head that was too slow. But she overpowered the system, making the train go over its limit.
But what she couldn't wait to see is High Speed, the fastest train the tunnel had. A whooping 186mph, but she shook her head once again. She wanted, demanded it to go faster. She watched from her set up laptop as the train was starting to burn its rail, it was going 232mph.
She heard the screams as the passengers held for dear life.
But she ticked in annoyance, yet smiled once again.
Time for part three, she pressed the trigger one last time. The concrete separating the three trains exploded. She heard the loud crash and pouted as the cameras installed in the train got destroyed. But it didn't matter. She walked towards the balcony and the saw from her hotel as a huge explosion erupted from the water.
It was a great day to be in France.
Reborn and Verde felt the earth rattle beneath their feet. They both could hear the sound of collapsing ground, loud explosion, and rushing water. Reborn looked down the street and saw that it came from the train station. His eyes widen slightly in realization then he turned to Verde. They just left that station and were on their way to Paris to meet the others.
Verde took out his PDA, and hacked into the trains system. He saw the signal kept bouncing off, and that it was under someone else's control. His attention was pulled away as he saw people coming out screaming. Some burned, soaked, or bleeding. Verde knew this was a planned attack.
"Reborn."
Reborn lowered his fedora, "You don't have to tell me. One of them is here. And from the look of it the attacks are escalating dramatically." Reborn saw someone jump from a building from the corner of his eye and began the chase. "Verde! Try to trace the signal and give control back to the station!"
Verde ticked, he was already doing that. He looked at the corner that Reborn just vanished to, hopefully they could catch one today. He turned around and looked at the burning building. They were too late.
Reborn could tell that it was the Bloody Princess as the runner, as she wears a black dress that reached over the knees, her signature style. The immaculate white mask with blood splats splayed almost gracefully that contained a drawn silver small tiara on the forehead. A black hood hid her hair color. She stopped on a tiled roof; Reborn noticed that she didn't seem tired at all.
Her hands were behind her back as she tilted her head, "Chasseur?"
Reborn raised an eyebrow at what she said, in French, Hunter. But what Reborn couldn't help but notice is the innocent aura around her, and this was his first time ever seeing her in person.
"Sanglante princesse, corriger?" Reborn replied in French as well. She jumped on the next tile, almost like hop-scotch. He could tell she was ignoring him.
"She's going to die." She said Japanese, her hands out like an acrobat. Reborn read the Government's file on all three of them, they were right. They never talk much or know what race they are.
"Who is?" Reborn said cautiously. She stopped and pointed behind him.
"The girl with the white hat." She cackled.
Reborn felt his heart drop as he slowly turned his head around. It was about three blocks away, but that hat is very visible. It resembled a pillow and white as clouds. He could see her cape as well, but she wasn't aware of the danger she was in. Her back was turned away.
"Uni." Reborn muttered. Leon already morphed into his CZ pistol, and he aimed at Bloody Princess. But he gritted his teeth as he saw the trigger in her hand.
Reborn didn't expect what happened next; she threw the bloody trigger in the air and shot it with a gun. Black smoke filled the area and Reborn shot at where she was. Though he could from the whizzing sounds of the bullets that she was no longer there. She was gone.
Reborn gritted his teeth harder, he let her get away. He turned around and from the distance saw Uni safe and sound. He couldn't believe that he forgot that she was heading to the UK, via train.
He saw Leon change colors; he was getting a phone call. It was Verde.
"What?" Reborn asked.
'Reborn, Bloody Joker is in Paris.'
Before Reborn could say anything, he got another phone call from Skull.
'Reborn! Its Masked King! He's in London!'
Reborn couldn't help but voice, "What the hell is going on?"
Uni skipped towards her dummy. Reborn was a fool not noticing that the mannequin wasn't moving. Her cape, hat, and a wig was all she need, she started to put them away. She chose this specific hotel for a reason. It was easy to access, and the balcony was one of them. She spun around as a happy smile reappeared on her face.
She stopped, a feral smile, happily etched on her face.
She was going to be King.
King, King, King, King, King!
But a dead glaze entered her eyes that became filled with rage. She heard what Verde and Skull said on Reborn's cell phone. Her lips pursed, Byakuran, Tsuna, she sneered. As much as she cared and loved the both of them, after all they were the only ones who truly understood her, she wanted her throne.
She slipped out of her dress and smiled as the cold air touched her skin. She slipped on the horrid pink frilly dress and left her room to look for Gamma.
Paris sounds inviting to her.
Byakuran laughed as the United States French ambassador got suckered punch by the Italian Minister. His eyes looked towards the Russian President being surrounded by his fellow members, he was coughing blood violently. He laid his elbows on his crossed knees; he looks at them from up above. He couldn't hold it anymore, he bursts out laughing.
Everything goes silent as Byakuran jumps and lands on the podium. The mask resembled that of the Middle Ages jokester, the print design simple. The mask only reached to the bridge of his nose, being a light lavender color. A black hood covered his hair. He wore the clothes he usually wears, but it was all black.
Byakuran starts clapping, but it was very sarcastic. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a vile. He started to speak English.
"You are all infected. The disease is highly contagious. All of you will…" His grin was venomous. "…die."
Uproar exploded. "But…this will keep you alive…there is only one vile. So one country lives and the rest dies." He throws the vile on the floor, the glass making noise and it lands. A deadly quiet enters the room.
"Fetch."
Someone from each of the 32 countries jumped into the center, fighting for their own survival. Byakuran smiled, they were morons. There was no disease. The Russian President wasn't even sick; it was the overdose of his heartburn medicine. What was even more hilarious?
They were being viewed live on the internet. He was sure that global news stations would bring it up as 'Breaking News.'
But he had more. Blackmail.
He slid his finger up and down on the cover of his cell phone. He touched it, and immediately information of each country appeared on the projector…with their involvement in the Underworld. Everything from importing drugs, under the table weapon trades, human trafficking, etc. All of it headed by each countries own government.
Byakuran smiled as a moment of pleasant silence, turned to a room full of beggars. He turned his head to the right, a small window. He waved at it. To the people in the room he looked rather crazy to be waving at no one. Byakuran was actually waving at Colonello, who had his rifle aimed at him.
He loves to joke around after all.
"Hey Viper, how was he able to see us kora?! Weren't you using your illusions!?" Colonello said as he looked away from his scope. He could see a small hint of shock on Viper's face.
"He shouldn't. Unless…this guy is an illusionist as well or he might possessive a very strong flame." Viper reasoned. He was still in disbelief.
Colonello looked through his scope, "Shit! He's gone." He ticked. "Wait are you telling me these guys can use flames as well?"
"From the look of it, yes." Viper removed the mist around them, finding it no point to waste his energy much longer. He heard clapping behind him, and looked from the building he was on. No one, he froze. The sarcastic clapping was right behind now. He turned around, no one again. Byakuran kneeled next to Colonello, watching a serious face on the man.
"Colonello!" Viper screamed. Colonello quickly reached for the hand gun in his pocket, but a blink later Prince Joker was gone. From the corner of his vision he saw Prince Joker was on the ledge, smiling and waving at them. Colonello felt his anger spike, when he saw that smile. It was so amused and snarled, it didn't look human. It truly was insane.
"Au Revoir." Colonello eyes widened as the Prince Joker free fell from a 33 story building, he fell back first. Viper vanished and materialized near at the ledge and looked over, Prince Joker was officially gone. Viper then materialized in the conference room, no one was dead. This was a first and he knew from what the reports said, Prince Joker was the most random or unpredictable.
He was able to get nine semi-trucks filled with flammable oil at the crossway of Shanghais busiest street. It was four-way intersection. One truck was stationed at each end of the street and one at the beginning. One was placed at the center, but this one was filled with fireworks and barrels of oils. Viper wondered why they were late to react; he questions why no one smelled the gasoline that Prince Joker streamed the street with. Connecting the gasoline with the trucks, and what was worse hundreds of people were still walking around the trucks.
Viper couldn't help but think it was brilliant. Prince Joker didn't even have to match a fire himself. A small flick of someone's cigarette was all that was needed. Streaks of fire ablaze the streets, roasting anyone in the way. The trucks exploded, but what was worse the fireworks spread the flames.
Unfortunately, it was a busy day. 238 people lost their lives, 51 were critically injured. Half of the injured didn't survive due to the extreme burns on their body. Two days later Bloody Princess did her attack on Dubai, but luckily not as many fatalities. That changed as Masked King, recently did his attack on downtown Los Angeles.
Viper couldn't help but notice that the attacks became more planned out, and more fatal. The number of deaths kept increasing. So it was a shock for him as Prince Joker didn't kill anyone. Viper just knew this meant something tragic was going to happen.
Byakuran entered his hotel room through the window, two briefcases in his hand. He hid it before he went to fool around with the Hunters. He set his mask down as he was trying to remember the term the American's and Russian's used for these briefcase.
Чегет, he remembered the Russians called it, Cheget.
For the Americans, if he recalled it correctly, 'The Football.'
The nuclear briefcases were in his hands.
He smiled devilishly, "Boom goes the world."
Fon's eye stared at the scene in front of him. It was as if history was repeating itself.
The Great Fire London of 1666 was happening in front of his very eyes. It was a type of blaze that left you hopeless, consuming hope and courage. The damage was so great that Fon almost fell to his knees. His eyes turned to the river, then to the bridge. The London Bridge itself was on fire. He had no idea how fast this flame was growing, it was so sudden. It moved so quickly that ash was filling the air, he brought his sleeve to cover his face.
It wasn't only ash that filled the air; the smell of burning flesh was evident. London was a busy city, filled with many people. Lives were being burned. This was horrid in every single way imaginable. Fon's eyes focused to very person standing on the highest point of the London Bridge, his eyes became filled with an intense rage.
Masked King
Fon ran towards it determination, forget Uni orders. This person, no, monster deserved death. Fon, from the corner of his eye, could see Lal and Skull going the same direction as him. Anger reeked as they ran towards the bridge.
Tsuna saw the Hunters run towards him, he smile. Fon felt a shiver run down his spine as he stopped. He never saw such a smile that could infect such a fear in him, it was animal-like and wicked, he couldn't look away. This monster…was insane. Truly insane.
Tsuna felt his smile become vicious as the Hunters got closer. His eyes dilated as he laughed merrily, his arms wide open as he took in the destruction. His destruction. He felt the blue haired Hunter jump at him with the intent to kill him. His smile grew dangerously.
Fon felt dread in his soul as he ran as quickly as he could. He screamed as loud as possible.
"LAL NO! STOP!"
Tsuna smiled.
Time to get rid of an enemy.
After all, he is King.
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