It was that part of town again. Through a rural forest trail, on the outskirts. Broken cinder block buildings. Men in their twenties. Leather jackets and jeans. On the roof of an abandoned building, where Konori and Kurozuma used to hang out. A man looked particularly sore. He was smoking a mysterious substance from a glass pipe, his calloused hands pressing on a cheap plastic lighter underneath. His pupils were dilated. He was breathing fast, his body anticipating what's to come.
One whiff of the pipe. No more stress. Euphoria.
"Fuck yeah! This is some good shit!"
"When it starts, it will be over soon." A man said. He was leaning against the metal railing, which was turning brown and red. "Follow your instincts and you'll be fine." That man looked more experienced than the others. He was in a tattered shirt. His long hair hasn't been washed in days. Weeks. No one knows. It was greasy, but he tried to keep it groomed. He was spinning a switchblade in his hand.
"Man fuck instincts. We just rush'em." He took another smoke. He stuttered as his facial muscles twitched. "They pu…pussies! All of them!" He yelled, revealing his rotting teeth.
They stood up and picked up the guns they left on the ground. Most were pump-action shotguns and UZIs. They slung duffel bags of ammo over their shoulders and started walking down the staircase.
A black Chevrolet Suburban drove into the area. The paint job was new. It showed a black spider crawling on a red web. It parked on the side of that building. The sliding doors opened and 8 men got out carrying loaded automatic weapons. Mostly AKs and M16s. They wore camo pants, leather boots and leather jackets, except for one man who seemed to be the commander. He wore a two piece suit. They cocked their guns almost at the same time. The sound rang throughout the neighborhood. They kicked the front door open and darted up the stairs in a semi-organized manner. Rapid footsteps could be heard. Gunfire ensued. There were spraying, burst fire and rhythmic semi auto. The sound of 12 gauge shotguns particularly stood out as loud bangs. The windows on each level lit up, like a pulse traveling through the building. Some windows shattered, and some had bodies falling out of them. The brighter, more sudden flashes were followed by sharp cracks and rapidly expanding smoke. They were fragmentation grenades.
Moments later, the Spiders came out of the building. Some were covered in blood, some faces were bandaged, but all 8 men showed up. The person in the suit dialed a number on his flip phone.
"It's done." He said, before routinely tearing his flip phone in half and tossing it into the building. In the forest which is a ten minutes drive from that part, parked an Anti Skill operator's van. A man sat in the van in full Anti Skill body armor. He also tore up his flip phone, took out the battery, and threw it out of the window, into a nearby lake. He smirked.
The Spiders drove off and a black Sedan came back, this time without the Spider and Web insignia. This time two men hopped off. They wore fire retardant suits. They gathered all the bodies up in the building, went back to the car, and opened the trunk, revealing 6 aluminum cans. One man was clearly older and more experienced than the other. "Try to pour them onto flammable materials, including bodies and clothing." He advised. And so they got to work, putting on helmets, going into the building and carrying empty cans back into the trunk. The older man struck a road flare, which spew sparks and gave off bright red light. He threw it into a shattered window. A "whoosh" followed. The phone that was in there caught on fire.
It was the same day, at around five o'clock. The district was closer to the downtown than the cinder block buildings, but still a considerable distance. It resembled a town with its shorter buildings and a wider Main Street. Food booths lined the street, and people sat around wooden tables with patio umbrellas. Nine people just walked out of a bar. Seven of them wore leather jackets. The man in the middle wore a plain white shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His right forearm was heavily tattooed. He was holding a girl with that arm. The girl looked young, really young. One of the man in a leather jacket lit a cigarette for the man in the shirt.
A man in a hoodie sat on a bench. He stood up, holding a machete, and started walking towards them, with his hoodie covering his head. The group noticed him. They drew their switchblades. One threw down his lit cigarette and started charging towards the machete wielding person. Others followed. The first man tried to stab him with the knife, but got blocked. He then received a kick to leg. The machete man managed to get behind him and strike the back of his knees, effectively crippling him. One swing of his machete, and his head rolled off. At this point, the bystanders started running away. A lady puked when she witnessed the decapitation. A second guy tried to cut him, but he managed to dodge, then striking him in the chest with his elbow. He turned him around and slit his throat with the machete. A red fountain sprung up from his nicked carotid artery. He fell. The machete man grabbed an empty beer bottle from a nearby table, smashed it, and engaged the third guy, dodging kicks and blocking stabs, before he stabbed him on the stomach and neck with the broken bottle. The fourth and fifth guy ran towards him at the same time. He picked up a wooden chair and threw it to disorient them. He flung his machete, which got embedded in a man's chest. He grabbed a guy's leg as he tried to kick him, and twisted it with a sickening crunch. As he fell, he kicked at his head numerous times. Panicking, the man in the shirt pushed the girl towards him, who let her run away. The last three man did the same, only to get ran over by a black sedan in the cross roads in front of them. The man retrieved his machete from the dead body's chest and went for the man in the shirt on the ground. He stabbed him right through the neck, blood splattered onto his white hoodie. He took it off, revealing a Big Spider tattoo on his arm. He got in the sedan. It drove off.