Hitman: Dark Resurrection

by Mordekai92

A story set between the last two missions of Hitman: Absolution. After the death of Dexter, 47 has travelled to London in search of Benjamin Travis. Travis is desperately trying to find Victoria, which is why remains a threat. But Travis isn't the only thing to worry about. 47's greatest adversary has returned from the dead, and he is more dangerous than ever.

3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Old Broad Street, London

Agent 47 was inside an electronics store on Old Broad Street. He needed a new laptop. 47 browsed through the collection carefully. Occasionally he stopped to take a closer look. In this business, he needed a reliable laptop with a long battery life. And he wasn't looking at the price tags. After all, money was not a problem to him. Suddenly a group of armed men entered the store. "Get on the floor fuckheads! Do it now! Nobody will get hurt if you do as we say." All the people in the store laid down on their stomach. Some of them cried. They were scared, and for a good reason. Isabella Azarola was there too. She approached 47, who was lying on the ground. "Why do you do this?" He asked. "An old friend wants to see you." "I don't have any friends." "Does the name Mark Parchezzi mean anything to you?" Isabella asked quickly. "Parchezzi has been six feet under for years. I killed him in The White House. I saw him die." Isabella laughed. "Well it seems fate wants to reunite you. Because Parchezzi is alive. He wants me to deliver you to him." "Impossible."

"With cloning, anything is possible. You should know that by now. Now stand up. Slowly." 47 stood up. He looked at Isabella. 47 despised people like her. She was sadistic, and cared only about herself. "Oh one more thing. Parchezzi didn't want you alive. So it's time for you to go. Goodbye 47." Isabella took a fiber wire hidden under her coat, and started to strangle 47 with it. 47 gasped. He never had thought that strangling someone hurts this much. He felt a stinging pain in his head. Air was slowly escaping from his lungs. 47 reached out with his hand. There was a pen on the shelf. 47 reached with all his strength and grabbed the pen. He stabbed Isabella in the eye. Isabella lost her balance and screamed. The pen sticking out from her eye was slowly turning red from her blood. "Kill that bald bastard!" Isabella shouted. Her voice was filled with pure rage.

47 had to react quickly. He drew his silenced silverballers and started shooting. Thugs around him fell one after another. Blood spilled to the store's shelves and floor. It was a massacre. And then he ran. He grabbed a computer monitor from a nearby shelf and smashed the last thug in the face with it. People in the store panicked and ran out to the street, crying and screaming. Isabella took a pistol and shot towards 47. The pen was still in her eye. He rolled to cover behind a shelf. Isabella shot at the shelf furiously, destroying all the equipment. Then Isabella backed out and took cover behind the counter. She was more intelligent than she looked. 47 shot at the lights above the counter. Glass shrapnels fell down from the roof. This forced Isabella to move from her hiding place. She ran through the nearby door and hid in the backroom of the store. 47 followed her. He kept his gun in a ready position. Years of experience had taught him to never let his guard down. Isabella attacked her from the side, armed with scissors. 47 reacted and shot. Isabella fell to the ground before she could hit 47. "Parchezzi…he's waiting for you. St. Paul's." After saying this, she died. "St Paul's cathedral is my destination. If Parchezzi really is alive, I must deal with him once and for all." 47 thought and left the store.

St. Paul's Cathedral, London

St. Paul's cathedral, one of the most beautiful churches in the world. The building's magnificent dome and stunning interior were famous throughout the world. But 47 didn't have time for sightseeing. He walked past the columns near the entrance and tried the door. It was open, despite the fact that the church wasn't open for public today. 47 entered. His footsteps echoed in the enormous space as he walked between the church benches. 47 stood still and looked around. Then he saw a man dressed in monk's robes praying near the altar. 47 was sure that it was Mark Parchezzi. But he wondered why he had come alone.

47 sneaked towards him and tightened the fiber wire. Just as he was about to put the wire around the monk's neck, the monk turned around and hit 47 with a knife. 47 dodged and punched the monk in the stomach. He grabbed the monk's arm and twisted it. The monk moaned in pain. Suddenly 10 armed thugs appeared out of nowhere and surrounded 47. 47 put his hands up. The monk removed the hood, revealing his face. He was an albino, and he wore sunglasses. "So it's true. You're alive." "Long time no see, 47. I have been waiting for this moment." "You're a monster Parchezzi. You won't succeed. I've killed you before. I can kill you again." "You bald fucker! This time you're the one who's gonna get killed." The thugs looked at 47, eager to shoot at something. "No. This is my fight. I'll deal with him myself." Parchezzi removed the monk's robe. He had two swords on his belt. "How about if we settle this the old fashioned way?" He tossed the other sword to 47. The thugs around them lowered their weapons and retreated.

"This will be your end 47." "Famous last words Parchezzi." Parchezzi was enraged. He attacked 47, hitting him like a lunatic. Parchezzi's hits were so strong that 47 could barely defend himself. Parchezzi forced him to retreat towards the church benches. The sounds of the swordfight echoed throughout the whole church. Parchezzi attacked 47 with a vertical sweep. 47 blocked it and their swords locked. Parchezzi attempted to break through 47's defense, but 47 kept pushing him back. "Why won't you die fucker?" Parchezzi said. "Because I'm stronger than you." 47 replied. Eventually Parchezzi's strength was too much for him and the lock was broken. 47 narrowly dodged his attack. 47 stumbled and fell sitting on the church bench. He quickly dodged to the right as Parchezzi's blade sliced the back rest. 47 ran and Parchezzi attacked him again, from his left side this time. 47 was unprepared and dropped his sword. "Hah now I got you!" Parchezzi shouted victoriously. 47 jumped towards him and kicked him. Parchezzi flew backwards and hit his back on the hard floor. 47 attempted to stab him through the chest but he rolled to the side dodging 47's attacks and kicked him in the leg. Parchezzi stood up and resumed fighting. 47 ran to the side and took one of the thugs as a human shield. "Coward!" Parchezzi shouted angrily and killed the hostage without hesitation. This terrified the other thugs, causing them to flee. "It seems you're alone now Parchezzi. Nobody is going to help you." "I don't need any help. I'm going to rip you apart all by myself!" The fighting continued. 47 was getting exhausted already but Parchezzi showed no signs of fatigue. He was simply too strong. The only way to defeat him was to be cleverer than him. So 47 decided to improvise and use the environment against his nemesis. 47 moved behind a bronze pedestal full of candles. He waited for Parchezzi to come closer. Then he kicked the pedestal.

Just as he expected, the pedestal was light, and fell over instantly. The candles set Parchezzi's clothes on fire. And the fire spread like a disease. "Aaah it's hot! Hot!" Parchezzi ran around blindly, trying to get the burning clothes off. 47 used the opportunity and impaled Parchezzi's chest with his sword and stepped back in order to avoid catching fire. After making sure that Parchezzi was dead, 47 retrieved a fire extinguisher and put out the flames. He left the church, leaving Parchezzi's burned body in the church.