This is it, folks! The conclusion! (?) This one is pretty long, longest of all the chapters. And you'll read a few lines from Kill Bill in this. (Sorry for the rip-offedness of it all.) I have one more thing to say, but it will have to wait until after the story. Enjoy!

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Chapter 6: Showdown at the Hususaski House

After my flight, I hopped onto my beloved motorcycle and headed for the biggest restaurant, club, and lounge, The Hususaski House.

On my way, I spotted a 2014 Corvette speeding down the highway next to me.

Pretty nice ride for the Russian culture.

We stopped at the next light.

I caught a glimpse of the driver.

I cringed.

Tony Pultz.

I flashed back again to my fateful day of darkness.

Before I blacked out, I saw him.

Talking on his cell phone.

Smirking at my demise.

And now he was on his phone. Again.

Guess every rat bastard has his trademark.

Why was I headed to the Hususaski House?

Tropy (my next target) was having another celebration there.

When I arrived, the place was crowded and busy.

Then I saw him.

Tropy was entering in, his posse following, along with a few Warnott members.

I kept hidden.

When they shut themselves in a private room, I sneaked slowly over to the door.

But I wasn't quiet enough.

I heard someone running to the door and running fast.

Quickly, I jumped up and clung to the ceiling like a spider.

Good timing. Kiki Bomber came out with a dagger.

She looked around slowly.

I was losing my grip.

She looked around once more.

Then headed back into the private room.

I got back to the floor gently and quietly.

Then headed downstairs to the men's room to change into my battle suit.

There it was.

That too familiar ring tone.

I opened my door just a crack.

Tony Pultz.

...

Time for the showdown to begin.

...

"Nefarious Tropy!"

...

"You and I have unfinished business!"

His posse came out to the dining hall quick.

Then finally...

Tropy.

He looked very irritated.

I came out from behind Tony, who by now was in a lot of pain.

Tropy kept a stern glare.

I flashed back again...

Tropy, with a stern face, smirking at my pain.

...

I sliced Tony's arm off his body.

Then I approached Tropy. (At this point, all the other guest had fled.)

Tropy told the waiter behind him to scram.

He ran off fast.

Tropy tilted his head and said, "Mick."

The army brat came down and hurled himself at me.

I struck him, picked him up, with the sword still in him, and threw him into the fish pond to my left.

I looked at Tropy.

Who said...

"Tear the bastard apart!"

All six of his army brats ran down to attack me.

I sliced through each and every one of them.

I approached Tropy again.

"So Tropy... any other subordinates for me to kill?"

Kiki Bomber came out just then.

"Hi." She said softly.

"Kiki, right?" I asked.

"Bingo. And you are Crash Bandicoot." She replied, most of her words in Russian.

"Our reputations precede us."

"Don't they?" (In Russian)

"Kiki... I know you feel that you must protect your master... but I beg you... walk away."

She giggled. "You call that begging?" (In Russian)

Kiki stomped forward. "You can beg better than that." (In Russian)

She pulled out a mace.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Big weapon for a small chick.

I lifted my sword.

First attempt: Swing and a miss.

Second attempt: Swing, and a hit to my chest. (Painful.)

Third attempt: Swing, chain goes around my sword, and tosses it to the side.

Fourth attempt: Swing, slams me to the ground. (Very painful.)

I rise up.

Fifth attempt: Running swing, misses, breaks a table set.

Sixth attempt: Swing, I duck, mace goes back, ricochets off a post behind her and thwacks her skull. Falls, but recovers quick.

Seventh attempt: Swing, I duck again, but the chain coils around my neck, the mace is stuck to the wall, and she starts choking me.

She almost succeeded- until I found a table leg with nails sticking out, and stabbed her in the foot.

She yelped.

Then I slammed it into her skull.

Instant kill. Game, set, match.

Kiki falls to the ground, lifeless.

Again, I tried to approach Tropy.

Then I heard dozens of motorcycles coming to the place.

I looked at Tropy. "Is that what I think it is?"

"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?"

"You know, for a second... yeah. I kinda did.

"Silly rabbit."

"Trix are for-"

"Kids."

Bobo Nuckers came charging through. Along with all of the Warnotts.

Tropy quietly exited.

I was surrounded.

It took a while, but eventually, I sliced through all 26 of the Warnotts.

Let me tell you something.

When you're vengeful as hell...

Your kills tend to multiply quick.

The number never matters. Nor does the conscience speak.

So long as the fire of revenge is quenched.

After destroying the Warnotts, I ran upstairs.

But before I ran after Tropy...

I stood at the railing and shouted...

"Those of you fortunate enough to actually have your lives... TAKE THEM WITH YOU! However... leave the limbs you lost. They are mine now."

"...Except you, Tony!"

He looked up in fear.

"You stay right where you are."

Then I went outside.

The snow piled up in the Foronski Memorial Garden in the back of the club.

I stepped forward.

"Your sword is quite impressive."

I looked to the North.

Tropy. (Finally.)

"Where was it made?" He asked.

Pre-battle small talk.

"The Iceberg Islands." I answered.

"By whom?"

"Cortex."

"YOU LIE!"

I shook my head, and showed the famous insignia on the sword.

He sighed. "Swords, you remember, do suffer fatigue. Bearers do. I hope you saved some energy... if not... you might not last even five minutes. However as far as last looks go... you could do worse."

He bowed. Then drew his sword.

Die-hard warrior.

First cross.

I gave it my all...

But sadly he sliced me in the arm.

Deep.

I fell hard and struggled to recover.

"Silly marsupial thinks he can handle a Samurai sword." Tropy smirked.

I rose up. Slowly.

We went back to crossing.

I managed to slice his knee.

He lost his balance and staggered sideways.

We looked at each other.

"For ridiculing you earlier..."

"... I apologize."

A moment of silence.

"... Accepted."

Another silent moment.

"... Ready?"

"... Bring it."

More crossing...

More than I expected...

Then finally...

I sliced the top of his head off.

Before he expired...

His last words were...

"That really was a Cortex sword."

With that, he fell, lifeless.

I had to sit down.

Getting my baby back and avenging her was hard work.

I remembered what father (Cortex) said.

"The road of vengeance is strenuous. The weariness, as a result, is great. But the emotional weariness can take on a greater toll. Yet, vengeance must have it's completion. Hence, my son, brace up, so that you can rescue your beloved."

List Check:

Vengeance List

1. Pinstripe And Tawna
(Shark and Adorawhorable) (crossed out)

2. Nefarious Tropy
(Fear Keeper) (now crossed out)

3. N. Trance
(Poser)

4. Dingodile
(Party Killer)

5. Madame Amberly Trescott
(Headmaster Bitch)

N. Trance, here I come.

Epilogue:

"Tony... Young Tony... How could you do this to me?" (Number 5 on the Vengeance List)
[Amberly, to keep things simple]

"... Please forgive my betrayal."

"You know the consequences, right?"

"Yes. He let me know that."

"You just had to tell him everything, didn't you?"

"I'm sorry, Madame, I'm sorry."

"Apologies will not help you this time. I have to keep my reputation in tact. You understand."

...

"By the way, Tony..."

...

"Does he know that she has been mutated?"

I have done it! Woo! Time to break out the Smirn Off! Thank you so much for reading to the very end. Well, very end for now. Part 2 is in the works. PLEASE comment. I want to know what everyone thought. Thanks again! Ta ta for now!