Messed Up: Mishima Zaibatsu
Chapter Eleven: Assassination
He slipped his hands in her pocket as she walked backwards in disgust. He smiled at her, but her expression was different. She wasn't proud with her fiancé for being a murderer and more importantly for lying about it. He stared at her hands, fists clenched. She was standing up. She span around, walking towards the car. She sat in it.
"I'll drive to the Z-Lab," she moaned. "Surely you won't care if you murder me to!"
"It's not like that!" he puffed.
She pushed her foot down, the car speeding forwards and crashing around the corners. He had one choice, to get rid of Suferion and Yusen and befriend Hwoarang again. It's the only chance. He smiled, watching her speed. He turned around and then typed a number into his phone. He clicked a button and called it.
"Hey, it's me, Kentaro. Pick me up from the Supermarket. I'm hiding out with you."
***
She looked at her watch, her eyes staring at the cars, zooming pass in high speed. One of the cars shifted around the corner, its wheels turning onto its side, a half two-wheelie. It landed right next to her.
She had her blue shirt and her brown hair hanging down the side of her face. She smiled, effortlessly, paying more attention to the car than too her own leg, with a white bandage over it and a plaster wrapped around her arm. She smiled as the ginger man with black sunglasses stared at her. The man in the Mercedes was Hwoarang and the injured accompany was Asuka.
Asuka smiled as she cllimbed over the convertable door. She sat down, smiling as her back sank into the leather. He stared at her as she looked at his ginger eyebrows. She smiled, sinking in until she eventuall stopped. He put his hands on the gear stick before clicking the acceleration down with his right foot. He clicked the button to change it to automatic before speeding away from the hospital.
"So we're on?" Hwoarang asked.
"Don't push your luck," she replied.
***
She pulled the gear stick with furocity, fire burning up in her eyes. She ffelt the desire to stab somebody in the neck. The reports of a Pokémon star turning murderer did not suit well. A new voice actress would have to be picked and she would lose her role in both the Pokémon Diamond/Pearl Adventures and in the Pokemon Movie. She cursed under her breath after slamming the steering wheel to the right.
'After a hundred yards, turn right.'
She stared at her system. She had always wanted one of these before she became an expert driver. Now she wished that they were less annoying, she wished that the intelligence rate of the creators of these mechanical objects were ever not born or hadn't attained to Oxford University. She stared humbly at the view.
'Turn right.'
She twisted the wheel to its right before realising she was heading to the edge of the railing. She tried to spin the steering wheel to the left to get back onto the road but she failed, the car automatically stopped infront of the railing. She heard a creek. She breathed of relief. A camera peered up at the vehicle. It tried to identify the figure of both the vehicle and the body. As soon as it recognised Cynthia it opened. A road moved higher into the air and then stopped in line with the car.
She sped forwards onto the newly appeared road, desperate to avoid falling off the edge of the road. the curvy roads was hard to stop falling off but she managed to avoid damage and sped to the end of the road. She began to view a castle-looking building in the distance. She smiled as she realised it was the Z-Lab.
Her heart beat heavily as a hand reached through the open window. A man in a black suit and blonde hair with bright blue eyes looked through at her and smiled. She hesitated and then took his hand shaking it. He smiled and then opened the door to her car.
"Thank you," she sighed, scared just by the look of the thing.
"I'm Steve," he greeted her. "Steve Fox."
"I'm Cynthia... Sir," she replied.
He stretched his arm out, allowing her to grip onto her arms. He pulled her out the car, holding her by her waist. His eyes span around everywhere, searching for a hidden code that wasn't visible to the eye. He slammed the door as soon as she maintained her balanced and began to walk forwards along the road.
"Are you the man who called us?" she asked, scaredly.
"I'm just a guard," he sighed. "I get the job done without asking questions. They tell me to greet some body or help somebody or kill somebody and I have to obey without question or they'll hire an obedient person to kill me. But I don't arrange phone calls, I just listen to the orders."
"I would like to ask who runs the whole -"
"Organisation?" he replied to the unfinished question, watching her nod. "It is betraying part of the rule to name the organisation leader before they name themselves. And now as I speak to you, I have to think back to what I've said to ensure I haven't said anything. I would wish to continue. And don't ask a question you think I won't answer."
She sighed, jogging up to him. And then reaching out her arm. She grabbed his hand, squeezing it and smiling feebly. He looked at her and smiled, strolling forwards with her hand in his. He then shaked her hair.
"I'm getting married in four days," she said, quietly, groaning weakly through her throat. "My fiancé, Kentaro, used to work here. I think the world knows that now. Do you?"
"I worked alongside him," he said quietly. "Except we never talk unless we are together working chemicals and that's a rare chance."
"Chemicals?" she said.
"Yes," he sighed, "But that's about all I am going to tell you. Keep walking."
She pulled him towards her and kissed him. He pulled himself off and shaked his head. She frowned without speaking, running away from him towards the castle. He rushed after her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling himself towards her in a passionate enclosement. They stood there, whispering and kissing for roughly five minutes. He pulled her bra and she moved.
"I can't," she sighed.
"Me neither," he sighed too.
They both walked forwards at different paces. In ten minutes they reached the castle-looking gates. He sighed, moaning from his neck as she did. She was tempted to snatch him and drive away from the area and abandon Kentaro. Steve looks like he loves her while Kentaro is too busy killing Vexx and Inuart. But on the other side, she only knows Steve for less than twenty minutes.
He smiled as she strolled forwards, her fingers trembling. It has hardly been twenty minutes and she feels like its been a life journey between them. What was in her mind was in his too. Not that they both wanted to get together, but the fact that she thought that she knew him, and if he thought the same. Then they knew eachother.
"Hey, he doesn't have to know," Steve said quietly.
"Later," she replied, annoyed. "We'll do it later. But it ends."
"It's hardly even started," he groaned, looking at her. "It can't end before it starts."
"Shut up," she shouted. "And walk on in silence."
She walked on slowly before touching the gate with her fingers. She looked at the modern version of a middle-aged castle. Except there was no moat and the gates opened at the touch of a button on his remote. They strolled in, she formally looked around.
"I just want to know why I am really here, Steve," she sighed. "Help me."
She touched his hand and then stared at him as he leaned forwards. He snatched her towards her, feeling her body and touching her hair. She groaned as he smiled, grabbing her back. She ripped the shirt from his left shoulder, catching sight of a large scar. She stared as it as he kissed her neck.
"Why are you scarred?" she asked.
"OK, I give in," he said peacefully. "They tortured me. They beat me and forced me. I will drive you back and blow this place to cinders, alright? And we will leave together."
"Whatever," she replied, terrified of Kentaro's answer to this. "Let's go away from here then. Away from the Zaibatsu altogether."
After a five minutes speed walk, they travelled back towards the car. He sat down in the Labarghini Gallardo, clicking one button on a remote and causing the road to open wider. He span around and shot forwards twisting the car around the bends. They sped along the hill, parking immediately in front of the open railing. He pressed a button, causing the whole road the lower down to below the road's normal level. The railings closed. He began to drive and then stopped at a parking area.
"Calm, now," he sighed. "Let's just get this over with."
He shot forwards, holding her hands and stroking it. He pushed himself over her, his face over his shoulder. Cars shot past, but the noise meant nothing, the sound of horns blaring meant nothing and the sounds of horns blasting meant nothing either. He smiled as she pulled him down, scratching his back. He span them around so his head faced the roof. He sat up and saw a black car with two faces in it - Suferion and Yusen. He opened his eyes and then smiled putting his thumbs up.
Suferion was holding a Tactical Sniper. He aimed his eye on it, positioning the crosshairs on Cynthia's head. Cynthia wiped her tongue over Steve's neck, moving her body lightly down. Suferion pushed his sniper lower, aiming the crosshairs at her breast. He put his finger on the trigger, facing her. His eyes were squinting, a warm green tear shot down his face. He smiled, evily, as he saw Steve nod his head. Cynthia was only in her bra and knickers, she had stripped. Suferion fired, the bullet flaring out the gun and clashing into the glass of their window and soaring through the air, smashing into Cynthia's window and then... Blood covered the windscreen.
The car sped forwards, leaving Steve to Cynthia and shooting along the road. As they went further, they left the sight of Cynthia's blurry eyes. Steve stared at her, covered in blood. He stepped on the wheel, driving forwards and following Suferion's car.
The Eleventh Chapter is finished. What will happen to Kentaro. When he is about to stand on the altar and saying 'I do' then he will be surprised when his fiancée fails to turn up. WHAT a sad way to be shot. But murdered?
Next chapter...
Kentaro stands at the altar, his face is down. What has he been told?