Kung Fu Panda fanfic6

Conspiracy

Masquerade kept close to the shadows and sprinted at a good pace, trying to move fast throughout the prison corridors and not get detected by any of the remaining wardens. The less who knew about her escape, the easier her mission would be to extract the scientist locked away somewhere around here. There had to be nearly one thousand guards on patrol in this prison, and although eventually when they realize one of their own had suddenly gone mission, the last thing she wanted to do was run into an entire platoon of them, it wasn't her style to take on armies, she was an assassin, a hunter, and she had her own way to take out large groups of enemies: Calculate, separate, and eliminate.

She stood in front of the door to the confiscated armory, where all of the inmates' weapons were taken away into storage. She kicked the door open, only to find another Rottweiler guard now in front of her. Before he could even give away her location, she jabbed him in his sternum, almost hearing a crack of his bones. The dog was forced off his feet, dead before he could even hit the ground. Another guard glanced to spot both his dead comrade, and then saw her and pointed his carbine at her.

Before he could squeeze the trigger, she leaped, flipped through the air, and kicked the gun from his hand, following it up with a strike to the guardian's throat. The dog fell to the ground, holding his neck and gasping for oxygen, before his face turned purple, eyes rolled back, and fell motionless.

She walked past the corpse and scanned the armory, quite impressed by all of the guns and blades locked in the racks and encasement all over the place. Until she finally found what she was looking for, her sword locked away in a glass encasement.

Masquerade kicked and shattered the glass, as it fell into hundreds of pieces onto the floor, and she collected her sword. She held the Japanese blade by the hilt and observed it, it sung in the air and shined in the light, and she began to reminisce all of the lives she had cut down with this sword, all of the blood that had painted its steel. It was clean now, it had been purged of her trophy blood, but now back in her possession, it was time to earn some new prize blood.

Before turning away from the shattered case she spotted something had caught all of her attention, a lonely mask lying on top of the table. She picked it up and examined it, it was a masquerade mask, round and white, with two eye-holes. It was undecorated, unpainted, and yet it appealed to her, for it was this very mask that had given her her name. She turned the mask around in her hand to face the inside of it, and then placed it over her face, where her eyes peeped through the eye-holes, and once again she was complete.

Shifu sat up from his mattress again and rubbed his eyes, feeling unable the same disturbance again. He didn't know why he couldn't sleep, but obviously it was something important if it was still coming to thought, even after leaving the Peach Tree of Heavenly Wisdom. He leaped off his bed and donned his robe, adjusting his sash around his waist firmly. He collected his bamboo flute and left his quarters, heading for the Sacred Hall of Warriors.

He marveled all of the legendary weapons, all used by many historical heroes, all with tales and stories of their own. There was Master Flying Rhino's Armor, the Sword of Heroes, the Invisible Trident of Destiny, this was an archive of many valuable and priceless treasure, both in histories and in riches.

The Red Panda stood in front of the Palace's new addition, the Canopic Jar, acquired after Tai Lung's second return, after he had returned as a soul devouring demon and tried to commit some supernatural plan. The urn held the figure-head of an owl, one that had been described to be the fellow spirit who had brought Lung back to life, who had gave him the most bizarre of powers.

Shifu took the Jar from its tripod stand, studying all of the hieroglyphs marked onto its golden features and textures. This was a rather odd piece of history, it was far from anything he had seen. Probably because it was Egyptian. There were several places in China that had decided not to change or innovate from outside cultures, the Valley of Peace, and everywhere within a thousand miles around, as far as he was aware of, was staying true to the original, traditional, and honorable culture of China, the old-fashioned China. Which is why he preferred to live here, so that he wouldn't have to keep changing to compare with outsiders, but somehow, he felt that outsider culture was making its way in.

"Immortal..." mentioned a dark, bone-chilling voice out of nowhere, which sent a shiver through his spine. He immediately placed the Jar back on its stand and backed away, on his guard as if waiting for it to suddenly transform into a monster and attack. But nothing happened, the night didn't invite any storms to its skies, and not a soul appeared in his presence, he was still all alone.

After that recent rush of adrenaline, Shifu turned and headed back to his quarters to at least obtain some rest, he would need the energy for tomorrow, when training began again in its usual routine. But that wasn't what he needed to prepare for, nor what the Furious Five and the Dragon Warrior needed to be ready for, it was the hunch that something was about to occur, and he really wasn't going to like it.

Masquerade, her face hidden behind her mask, sprinted across the corridor with her sword firmly in her hand but wasn't raised nor skidding along the floor. She had just obtained her weapon back and was preferring not to stain it in dirt, she was more interested in blood. But she had a mission to complete, this hyena, Dr. Reinvar, was her target, she needed to find and extract him by any means necessary. She couldn't waste any time to hunt all of the guards in this prison, she would only dispatch any who stood in her way.

And she was hoping they'd stand in her way...

Upon arrival of one of the isolation cells, she kicked the door open, spotting two guards in front of the single cell door, both armed. She leaped as the nearest turned his head in her direction, just in time to be cut down, as the blade slid across his chest.

The second spotted his downed comrade and aimed his carbine, but never got the chance to squeeze the trigger as she threw her blade at him. The sword ran through his chest, and both his arms drooped limply at his sides. Masquerade approached him as he fell to his knees and withdrew her sword from his body, kicking him off his balance and watched as he fell to the floor, dead.

She then glanced to the sealed door, in which had been protected, not protected well apparently, and already knew that his target must have been behind that door. She collected one of the key-cards from the fallen security guards and swiped it along the panel. It beeped green, Affirmative, and the door fell open.

Masquerade stepped into the cell, finding only a hyena dressed in a rotting white labcoat, propped against the wall. His appearance made her frown, actually, this was the scientist Master Kio wanted on his side? - This was Dr. Reinvar? Given the fact that he had gotten himself thrown in here in the first place, he must have been some crazy lunatic, but considering how long he might have been here, she questioned how insane he must be now.

"Dr. Reinvar?" She called his name.

The hyena glanced up, surprised at the mention of his name. "Ah yes, that is being my name... Why?" The Doc replied, his complexion rather shocked her when he had made a wide, toothy grin with unbrushed teeth, while studying her with those creepy, beady eyes. He looked like he had gone insane years ago, and that was only his appearance.

"I am here to get you out of here," she told him, "stay close if you want to live."

"Thank you for your concern in trying to break me out, but that won't be necessary," he replied, "I am quite comfortable here, actually, and I only have eight more months before I have finally paid my dept to society."

Masquerade gave him a long look and then reached out and grabbed him by the labcoat, forcing him up to his feet. "Stay low and try not to die, we need you alive," she told him, and roughly pulled him with her. If she had no other choice than to drag him away with her, then so be it.

With fortunate and miraculous luck, they had made it outside of the prison and out to the docks, where a single yacht floated and waited for someone to sail it. The object gets its wish, as she tossed the Doctor on board, ignoring the painful grunt he made when his head met the solid floorboard of the boat.

Before she could hop on herself, she spotted several upcoming guards heading down the docks, all armed. There were at least twenty or thirty of them, and she knew all too well that she didn't have the time to take them all out. She raised and pointed her arm at them, the orange explosive dart still loaded on her wrist sling, and then she triggered it, launching the explosive. The tiny missile raced through the air and met contact with the group, and within a second, they were no more.

She mounted the yacht, raising the anchor and taking control of the rudder, as the boat began to sail. Dr. Reinvar sat propped up against the wall, twiddling his thumbs as he hummed to himself. Crazy fool, she thought, unsheathing her sword.

Masquerade inspected the blade, glad to have it back but disappointed that she could paint it with any more blood, that she couldn't collect any trophies this time. But things have only just begun, once she arrived at Master Kio's hideout, in China where she sensed him, she would have new missions, meaning plenty of trophies in the future. The blood on the steel was still wet, but she cleaned it anyway, for her new missions and campaign, she was saving room of the blade for blood more worthy of her talents. They'll be in China by tomorrow, for the moment, she sighed to herself and holstered her sword, preparing for what waited her.

Black Raider: Right on, Masquerade was quite the star in The Hunt and The Hunt pt2, after all the time of improvement, I think I can fit her deadly moves perfectly, I sure hope Ravioli-Jo has the same opinion as you. Thanks for reviewing.

Tigressluver: Thanx, and you know, how she broke out has been running through my mind for quite a while, crazy ain't it?

Spartan-Guy 88: Yep, it's been too long since I last wrote a KFP fanfic, so sorry if it seems a little sloppy in future chapters.

OmegaDragon3000: Alright Omega, I will accept your criticism.