Alright, time for an old face to pop up! To keep the surprise, I won't say the point of view. But it will probably be obvious in the first few paragraphs.
"That Roy…I'm not to sure about him." Said a figure, enveloped in darkness. His voice seemed to vibrate the dark, as if he was forged form it. The place was pitched black, with no sign of light to pierce it. Any regular person would probably lose it. Just another day in the Black Organization. These guys never liked the light…even though they can't see shit. But we all get used to it eventually.
"I feel Roy…" The figure paused for a moment, contemplating his thoughts. What was so bad about this "Roy?" Sure, he's beaten some pretty big names, but I doubt he's anything special. He's nothing compared to…I'm not even going to start. "Might upset the balance of the UAA. This is only a hitch, but I feel leaving his to tread through the ranks might prove deadly to our organization. So… Roy is currently recovering from fatigue during after his battles. I want you to kill him, when he is vulnerable. He has allies, but I am sure they can be easily dealt with, especially by a person of your skill. I turned and walked, already confident in the mission. But taking him on when he is most vulnerable? What, so he thinks I can't handle him at full strength? Is that it? Whatever, I'll make this quick. The figure spoke once more. " So… are you prepared for this, Shinobu?"
I placed my mask on my face. "I'll bring you his head."
Roy's Point of View
Well, if you read the previous chapters, you know I've had one hell of a day. I fought against some monsters that fuck you for your soul, and a crazy "chick" that has some hard-on for the Victorian era. And do you want to know the worst thing about all of this? I have 19 more of these bastards to go. But… I can't stop. Maybe once I reach the top of the ranks, I'll be able to find "it".
The next few hours were a bit of a blur, but I still retained some memory of my trip to the hospital. It turns out, Mr. Black had told Annie and Samuel about Gracia, Who happens to actually be a guy. He learned I was in a pinch, and sent them to my location to save me. I wonder, that guy. Why does he care so much for me? This is only a business and something on. But I guess killing usually turns out to be something more.
About Laurence? Well, I learned he has a "thing" for me. He and Samuel actually met when they busted through the window to save my ass. Annie seems kind of freaked out about all this. I don't really care in the slightest, but there is this niggling thing realization I've come to me. He wants my soul. That thought really isn't going to make resting any easier.
"Roy! Don't worry! I won't let any of the lesser ranked assassins get to you! An assassin needs his rest after all!" Samuel chuckled, assuring me that I could rest easy. We'd arrived at Santa Destroy Hospital. My room was nice and cozy, and luckily at the moment I didn't need to share it. But this might be a bit of a Fridge Horror, as Santa destroy is known for its rather diverse community of killers. It's a wonder this place hasn't g0ne out of business over the years. Assassins tend to make sure that their kills at least stay dead.
Suddenly, Laurence busted into the room, wearing a Doctor's uniform. "Roy! I am here to take care of your wounds!" he yelled, rushing towards me with a syringe. "Now, let's get those clothes off". Samuel quickly tackled Laurence to the floor, screaming "WHAT ARE YOU DOIBG! HE NEEDS HIS REST!". The two rolled out of my room, finally leaving me in piece. Usually, I'd have to worry about getting whacked while I slept, but now, I've at least found some sense of security. I can finally rest without worry.
But even with my body recuperating, thoughts still raced through my head. What other assassins are out there? They can only get tougher. Assassins like Gracia and the Temptress are only the tip of the ice berg. So if I was nearly killed, how will I fare against the others? And even if I do get too number one... there is the Black Organization to think about. A fraternity of elite assassins whose skills surpass several of these amateurs lying around. How the hell am I suppose to compete with that? I shut my eyes tighter, trying to at least reduce the stress my body was falling under. Great, now not only will I have to worry about my wounds, but the inevitability that I'd have to go against these guys.
Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to Hours. I've still haven't been able to fall asleep again. Frustrated, I rose out of bed and lazily looked out the window. It was evening outside. I winced, the bed sores kicking in. The price of being in bed all day. Sucks that I didn't get anything out of it. The cast that hindered my aching arm didn't really help me either.
I checked outside my room for the others. Annie and Samuel had fallen asleep in the waiting room, while Laurence eagerly winked at me, trying to get my attention. I waved awkwardly and headed back inside. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. This is HIS time of the day.
I got back into bed, trying to fall back to sleep but with no avail. "Having trouble sleeping, Roy? Don't worry, I can fix that." Said a voice right beside me. My eyes flew open, my body now alert. The blinds were closed, so the room was pitched black. I could hear a scratching sound for beside me. Panicked, I frantically rummaged through my surroundings for my gauntlet,…Fuck, Gracia broke it. The figure swung her weapon, but missed. It was sort of like a warning. I quickly rolled out of the opposite side of the bed. I fell with a loud thud. Hopefully this would tell the others that something was up.
Almost on cue, Laurence busted into the room. It was sort of hard to see, but he seemed to be grinning. "Roy! Even when you're hurt, you're still energetic! So what do you say? Care to take me up on my…offer?" he said. Slowly, his grin changed into a frown. He looked at my attacker, then back at me. He huffed, and decided to leave. "If you're going to repay me by cheating, then NO THANKS!" He yelled, screwing me in the process.
While my attacker was distracted, I made my way to the light switch. Even though I was still pretty tired, I could at least move a bit better from resting my body. I flipped the switch and gasped. The figure was dressed in a see-through black gothic Lolita dress, with matching black stilettos. She wore long black gloves, with a finely crafted steel (Seriously, who uses those anymore?) katana. By the exposed skin, I could tell she was African American. But you want to know the worst part? She wore a familiar black mask that shrouded everything except her eyes. She was from the Black organization! But why me?
The attacker chuckled, twirling her katana. "Take a picture…it will last longer. Too bad in your case!" she said. She sounded pretty young, but by her form I could tell she was no amateur. I scanned my surroundings, trying to find some sort of weapon. My gauntlet was destroyed, and my katana is with the others. Those two took it for some stupid reason too, saying I'd go out and try to rank up again. Of course, they couldn't be nay farther from the truth.
I could feel sweat trickling down my face, as panic coursed through my throat. I was defenseless against a probably skilled opponent. Not a too good sign. My attacker slowly treaded towards me, firming her grip on her weapon. "I'll make this quick. I just need your head, and I'll be out." She said, a hint of impatience in her voice. My instincts taking over, I quickly swatted at her with my broken hand. This was a double edged sword, as I caught her in surprise and knocked her down, but I used my broken GUANTLET HAND. Yea, not a good way for a wound to heal.
I took one of the hospital's trays as an improvised weapon. There really wasn't anything to use, but it was better than nothing. I couldn't use my full strength either, so you could say the cunt caught me with my pants down. Swift as lightning, my attacker rose to her feet. She heaved, with an edge in her voice, and attacked. She slashed and slashed, but all I could do was duck, block or avoid. She was fats, but I was faster. But I doubt I could keep it up for long, not in my condition. Every slashed caused my tray to break into pieces, slowly growing smaller and smaller with every attack.
I quickly back stepped, throwing the remainders of my weapon at my attacker. I gasped for air, my body buckling form exhaustion. The aching in my arm intensified, causing me to wince every second. "GET A ROOM!" Laurence yelled, probably thinking we were "getting it on". Even though I was tired myself, I had at least held out long enough to also tire my attacker as well. " DAMMIT!" she screamed, thrusting her blade towards me. I back stepped, falling to the ground, using my "broken arm to break my fall. Yea, that wasn't smart, wasn't it? I gnashed my teeth, looking upwards towards my attacker. "I've wasted too much time, prepare to die!" she said, quickly raising her katana up for a death blow. I could tell she was wary of me now, as now she won't ever hesitate to bring that blade on my head ever again.
She prepared to swing, until suddenly she froze. " Wh-What's going on?" she struggled, her muscles buckling form the resistance. My attacker suddenly flew across the room, slamming hard against the wall. It was no other than Laurence, retracting his arms and smiling. "So this is what you've been doing! I thought you were cheating on me! Guess not! Forgive my assumptions, Roy." He said seductively, now turning towards the attacker.
"So, you wanted to kill my Roy, now did you?" he asked, gearing up for an attack. My attacker jolted to her feet, and paused for a moment. "What are you?" she asked. Lauren's bat wings came to full form, and the blood that coursed through his body drained. "I am Roy's boyfriend!" he yelled, shooting his arms at my attacker. She tried to slash his flailing limbs, but her blows simply bounced of them. The fight got so intense, that they busted into the hallway for more room. Even though I was in a critical condition, I couldn't pass up watching t. I limped towards the door, watching the fight take place.
I had to admit, Laurence could kick ass. My attacker was doing a pretty good job of dodging his attacks, flipping and ducking from his swiping limbs. She slowly made her way to Laurence's body, where she thrusted her katana through his heart. I thought Laurence was done for, until the blade didn't…well, go THROUGH.
"W-What the hell!" she yelled, wondering how in the hell her blade wasn't stabbing through. Laurence's elastic skin managed to resist the puncture. "I am a flexible succubus. It can be handy for different positions!" He said proudly, wrapping her arms around her. Within seconds, she was completely enveloped in Laurence's limbs. Laurence frowned, throwing the attacker out the window. After retracting his limbs, he walked back to me, wiping the dirt and grime of his hands." I never liked girls all that much anyway, but I do what I must. Don't worry, I doubt she survived that." He said. Yes, that is exactly what happens when a character's "death" happens off-screen. They just die. Nope, there are no chances for them to come back. Never in a million years. No chance whatsoever…
I heard a yawn, and up came Samuel and Annie. Samuel, now realized he missed something, equipped his nunchuks. "What happened! Is Roy ok?" he asked twirling his nunchuks around. I sighed, heading back towards my room. I think I'll sleep better this time.