A short chapter here. I decided to play around with Mr Drive's personality, and charecter's playing. Not as much humour, again, though I'll try and make up for it in the next chapter. Read and review.
Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier
Sie atmet dich sie sucht nach dir
Nistet auf gebrochenen Herzen
Geht auf Jagd bei Kuss und Kerzen
Saugt sich fest an deinen Lippen
Gräbt sich Gänge durch die Rippen
Lässt sich fallen weich wie Schnee
Erst wird es heiß dann kalt am Ende tut es weh
Amour Amour
Alle wollen nur dich zähmen
Amour Amour am Ende
gefangen zwischen deinen Zähnen
Love is a wild animal
It breathes you it looks for you
It nests upon broken hearts
and goes hunting when there are kisses and candles
It sucks tightly on your lips
and digs tunnels through your ribs
It drops softly like snow
First it gets hot then cold in the end it hurts
Amour Amour
Everyone just wants to tame you
Amour Amour in the end
caught between your teeth
Amour by Rammstein
Chapter 11 – Thinkers and Doers
15:45
Takeshi's POV
The first thing I feel is numbness. Then the pain slowly creeps its way across my body. And then the fear. Fear that I had woke up too late. Fear that Xiaoyu was dead. Fear that Fritz was away. Fear that I could do nothing. And then I slowly feel my eyes start to open. All I see is distorted blurs. Then I hear a voice. A sweet, sing-song voice.
"You up?" Xiaoyu asks as everything comes back into focus. I smiles back to the girl. I slowly pull myself up to witness the world once more. Doctors rush around me, not running, but clearly hurrying. I look on, confused. I look back to the girl. "You were out for a day. I was so scared." She turned back to the place I couldn't see properly. The blurs there hadn't focused themselves. "And no thanks to him, you're alright now." The blurs finish themselves, and I see all too well the deadly force that stood at the end of the room. Clad in his black denim trousers, his black leather full length trench coat, his bandolier and the tell tale red bandanna. Black thoughts of danger passed through my mind.
"I see I didn't finish you off." Fritz quipped. Xiaoyu walked over to him.
"I think you have something to say." She said angrily.
"Yes, and little girls can't hear it." Came the callous reply. "It's your match now." He clicked his fingers. Bill walked over and plucked her up by the scruff of the neck, off the floor and into his one handed grip of steel. Fritz sighed. "For once, I'll allow you to do that. Go." He said.
"Where?" Bill asked him.
"To the airport." Fritz said. Bill looked confused. "With the planes." Bill made no reaction. "Big things that fly."
"What? Eagles?" Bill asked. Fritz turned to Xiaoyu.
"Please direct W to the airport. And no funny business." He barked. Xiaoyu reluctantly pointed Bill to the door. He walked away like an obedient servant. Fritz walked over. "Right, now I know that..." Here, he stopped talking because I had punched him. He fell to the floor. I got out of the bed to kick him. He squirmed. I pulled him up to my level.
"I won't let you." I snarled. Fritz looked annoyed.
"Good. I'm not going to." He snarled back. I dropped him. He flopped to the floor. As he got up, I asked him what he meant. "What the fuck do you think?" He said. "Just don't tell her."
"Why not?" I asked. Fritz pushed me back onto the bed.
"Let me explain." He said very, very coldly. "One, you can tell her if you want her to never trust us again, and I know somebody you who wants her to trust them a lot." I guessed that he was referring to me. I bit my lip. "Two, Liz's life was at stake." He said simply. I looked into his eyes, and I could see for once what love, true love, was like. It changed him. It made him protective of her. It poured itself into his soul, like another being entirely. I was hypnotised by the beauty of his brain working, thinking of her. "And finally..." He said, and then he stopped. He then punched me in the stomach. The pain rushed back. My weakness didn't help. "Don't hit me again, you fucking pansy." Fritz snarled. He then turned on his heel and walked for the door. "Oh, and learn to cook something other than coffee and mango muffins." He added, leaving me more bewildered than that time when Bill gave me a bent spoon for Christmas.
Xiaoyu's POV
W carried on his embarrassing procedure of carrying me. I tried to struggle out of the grip, but his hand was as twisted and impenetrable as a granite octopus. Sooner or later, he dropped me at the airport. I looked around in discomfiture. A crowd had gathered, and many of them were smirking. I looked to W. He looked unfazed. I turned back to the crowd. Somebody stepped forward, smirking wildly. It was J. I pretended to be annoyed, but I was glad he was here. Liz stepped out from behind him.
"I haven't seen you smile in a long time." I said. Liz leaned in.
"Don't tell him that he's smiling or he'll stop." She quipped. J turned to her disapprovingly. "Well, it's true." She seemed very happy, as if she just had an astonishing experience. Before I could ask...
"Yep." J muttered. "They did it." Liz giggled.
"You sound like you hate Fritz for going out with me." She elbowed him, and walked back to the stands. J followed her.
"Well, for a start, I can see it's past that stage, I'd prefer it if he didn't go out with you, and you certainly shouldn't to it in public." He complained. Liz just kept laughing. I was almost in hysterics to J's reaction. In fact, if it weren't for the anxiety following S and C's match, I would join in with Liz's raucous laughs.
But no. The fear was too much for me to get over quickly. Fear for S. I would look into his eyes, and I knew he cared. Out of all the other kidnappers, he was the one who cared if I got hurt, cared if I was upset, cared if I was in danger. C would laugh, W would ignore me and J... what would J do? I could see in his eyes when he looked at me he was hiding something from me. Something dangerous. Something potent. It made me want to know their stories. What they hid behind their handkerchiefs and... and...
... how they felt for me.
And, more importantly, how did I feel for them?
Fritz's POV
I stumbled into the office of that dread lord Mr Drive, who sat and waited. The office was petty, small, with hardly anything in it. A filing cabinet, a small, modest desk and, hanging above him, the only thing he ever cared for. His favourite of all of this Earth, his precious, his only love. The Russian bolt-action SV-98 sniper rifle with custom silencer. It was all he truly showed any emotion for. For him, working for Heihachi was simply what he did, yet his SV-98 was what he needed. The monochrome green weapon seemed to have its own aura around it. An aura of terror. Of malice. Of death. Many souls lingered around them, and they clung onto my heart. I wondered whether or not Liz's soul would join them.
"Sit down." He barked. I obeyed. "I'm going to give you details of how the assassination will unfold." He picked up a file.
"It's not wise to have documents of murders lying around, sir." I pointed out. Mr Drive showed me the file and opened it. It was completely empty.
"I'm making this up as I go along." He said. I had to admit, as much as I hated him, his brain worked like an intricate machine of tremendous power. It planned every detail. He could detect emotion in a cream cracker, find deceit in a table leg, distinguish a willing troop to a reluctant one. He leaned back. "You will go to the arena at eighteen hundred hours in..." He stopped. He seemed to process some information. "Murder?" He enquired. I looked confused.
"Well, I'm killing somebody. That's a murder, technically, sir." I explained. He sat forward.
"You always call it an assassination, Coster." He said cautiously. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?" He asked. I sighed.
"Wouldn't defeating her be sufficient enough? Knock her out the tournament?" I asked. Mr Drive seemed to think about this.
"I suppose there's no harm in telling you." He said. "There's something else. Something that's cropped up." He smiled. "Jin Kazama is a... I won't tell you details you don't need to know, but basically, he's got a genome which contains enormous potential."
"Potential for what?!" I barked. Mr Drive shrugged his shoulders.
"You wouldn't know. You're a doer, not a thinker. Ever heard the saying, monkey say, monkey do. In this world, its thinker say, doer do." Mr Drive's words hit home like hammer strokes. I was trapped in his world. And his world had his rules. He'd find out what Benni and I planned, and he'd make us pay eventually. The only victory I could achieve would be to bring his plan crumbling with me, whatever it was. He continued:
"We need to unlock this genome, and there are only two ways of doing this. A big emotional change, and Jin is very friendly with the girl, or chemically, and that method died out with its secret ingredient." My head swam, my mind reeled, my anger swelled.
"AN INNOCENT GIRL IS GOING TO DIE FOR NO GOOD REASON!" I shouted.
"Happens everyday in Africa." Mr Drive retorted, sounding as if he didn't even care. I hated him so much. "And anyway, it's one girl or the other." That's it. That's what blew it. Rage blinded me. The black snub of my Wolfram PP7 flashed out of my coat. Mr Drive didn't even flinch as I pulled the trigger. No bullet. No bang. Nothing. Mr Drive chuckled.
"It's a pity." He said, opening his hand over the desk. "I know where you keep your ammunition." Six brass bullets landed on the desk. Mr Drive smiled. "Leave. I'll tell you the details a later date." He said. Reluctantly, I turned away. I thought of something, and stopped.
"What's this chemical?" I asked.
"You won't find it." He said. Though he told me anyway. "Genocell." He said simply. With that, I left, kicking the bin as I went.
Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier
Sie beißt und kratzt und tritt nach mir
Hält mich mit tausend Armen fest
Zerrt mich in ihr Liebesnest
Frißt mich auf mit Haut und Haar
und würgt mich wieder aus nach Tag und Jahr
Läßt sich fallen weich wie Schnee
Erst wird es heiß dann kalt am Ende tut es weh
Amour Amour
Alle wollen nur dich zähmen
Amour Amour am Ende
gefangen zwischen deinen Zähnen
Love is a wild animal
It bites and scratches and kicks towards me
It holds me tightly with a thousand arms
and drags me into its love nest
It devours me completely
and retches me back out after many years
It drops softly like snow
First it gets hot then cold in the end it hurts
Amour Amour
Everyone just wants to tame you
Amour Amour in the end
caught between your teeth
Amour by Rammstein
A bit of a mopey one, that one. I don't really like it, but I couldn't think of anything else. Oh well. I might've come up with something better if I had more time, but right now, I've got a load of stuff to do, so I decided to get this out the way. Sorry for poor quality. I'll make it better next time. I promise. Read and review.