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War is overdue
The time has come for you
To shoot your leaders down
Join forces underground
Lose control
With increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
Intend to erase
Whatever they say
These people out torn
A wild and bereft
Assassin is born (yeah)
Assassin – Muse
Chapter 14 - Eyes of a Killer
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Benni's POV
I watched as Liz walked over to the centre of the steam filled lab. She had taken a lot of damage, but so had I. Mentally as well as physically. I had failed. Fucking failed. We both knew where Fritz was. At the arena of his fight. But out of us two, only I knew the reason for it. I shook my head in remorse slightly, and then looked up to notice Liz smile at me.
"Sorry about beating you. I knew you had a good reason, but..." She looked to the floor.
"It's alright." I stopped her, thinking it was everything but alright. I looked to her opponent, and my heart faced with fear.
Xiaoyu's POV
The small parking area underneath the Zaibatsu Main Building was cold, dark and gloomy, the only light shining from the shopping area. I waited for my opponent, whoever he was, to show up. I turned to see a fancy Ford car pull up next to me. Out of the driver's seat stepped W. I was shocked to see him drive, let alone see him at all. He walked to the door at the back. He looked to the door handle.
"Errr..." He contemplated how to open it, before simply smashing it off completely. The door fell of its hinges. The sound echoed, followed by the sound of footsteps, and my gasp.
"Mr Ford, sir." I stuttered, bowing in respect. Henry sighed and put his head in one of his hands. He aimed a small pistol at Bill and fired. Bill fell to the floor. I looked to Bill, and then to him.
"Tranquilisers." He said, but it wasn't Henry Ford's voice. It had lost that Oxford English accent, and replaced it with one more familiar.
"C." I snarled. The blood pumped to my ears. He had lied. They had all lied. Heihachi had lied. S, J, W, Liz, they had all lied.
"Call me Fritz." C or 'Fritz' said. "And I'm sorry."
"For lying?!" I shouted.
"No." Fritz said. He threw away the tranquiliser pistol and pulled out another, more lethal pistol, black as night, and as enchanting as magic. "For this." With that, his finger tightened on the trigger.
Benni's POV
No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, anybody but him.
"Hello again, Julius." Kazuya said calmly.
"You fucking bastard!" I shouted. Rage took over, and I ran to him, but he simply batted me away with a back fist. It was a lot stronger than before. I was thrown into the steel walls. Kazuya smiled and turned to Liz.
"Ahh, this must be your sister. I've been looking forward to meeting her." He said, walking over.
"Back off!" I shouted, trying to stand up. I couldn't. I fell back to the floor. Kazuya smiled.
No." He said simply. "This is my fight, and I shall fight it. We can deal with this little feud later."
"I won't let you hurt her!" I shouted, before falling to the floor. It had only taken one strike, and I lapsed into unconsciousness.
Mr Drive's POV
The reflexes of the girl were fast. Faster than the finger pulling the trigger. Without hesitation, she leaped out the way. Fritz didn't even fire. He knew well enough not to waste bullets. He turned his pistol around, but she was faster than him. She knocked the gun out of his hand, and threw herself over him, stomping on his shoulder. He fell to his knees. I pressed the intercom.
"Kill them. Kill them both." I said to the Tekken Force soldiers at the van only a mile away.
"Yes sir." Came the reply. The sound of an engine being turned on, and the roar of the mechanics. Then an odd clanging.
"Why did you hit that dustbin?" Came an old voice. A younger voice replied.
"Because I wanted to." He said. A slapping noise, a police siren, the screech of brakes.
"You idiot." The old man said. I placed my head in my hands.
Xiaoyu's POV
Fritz went down easier than I had expected. He simply fell to the floor with the attack. He grunted, and rolled along the ground painfully. I decided not to give him the chance to get up. Refusing to make the same mistake as Takeshi, I sent my foot into Fritz's side. He growled in pain. A shimmer of metal, and his small throwing knife grazed my shin. I screamed in pain. Fritz got up, and was on the offensive again. A punch to the cheek stopped me flat. He then grabbed my collar and pressed his thumb into the base of my neck. It slowly forced me to the floor. He had pulled out yet another silenced pistol. He must have come prepared. He noticed my look to it.
"It's an AAC Phoenix .22. A silencer system constructed on a stainless steel Ruger MK II." Fritz stated simply. He stopped to chuckle. "I was thinking of getting you a gun after all this. A sort of, apology, if you like." He cocked the pistol. "No point now." He pointed it right to my eye. The gun was silver and the hole was blacker than dark. It was mesmerising. I almost forgot this would kill me. I was hypnotised. Then something came to kill me, and unwittingly saved my life.
"Shit." Fritz said when he looked to the door as a Tekken Force van pulled up. Fritz turned to them. He seemed to completely abandon me as he fired a shot to the shutters. They came down like a portcullis. The Force got out of their truck and, armed with sub machine guns, let the bullets fly. I took refuge behind a column of stone and marble. The ricochet of lead smashed throughout the parking lot. I looked to Fritz. He had gotten behind a column of his own, and was firing bullets back. I looked to the Force. He had taken down six, but more vans pulled up, and for every Fritz took down, another two came.
I curled up into a ball and hoped. That was all I could do, other than cry. I did. I burst into tears, screaming for help.
"Oh shut the fuck up you fucking stupid fucking bitch fucking fuckity fuck fucker!" Fritz shouted, before continuing the merciless violence. I looked to him.
"What?!" I shouted. I decided to be angry. It would distract me from the horror around me.
"You heard me!" Fritz shouted back. Hot lead flew in-between us as we argued.
"You won't talk to me that way again!" I shouted.
"Or what?!" Fritz said, taking time to stop the gun fight.
"Calm down!" I shouted. "Or don't let it out on me!"
"I'm in a gun fight. I think that qualifies as a stressful situation!" Fritz retorted angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I don't have a gun, but that must mean that I can't do anything to help!" I screamed back. Fritz pulled out yet another silenced pistol. Gibbs, how many guns did this guy carry around? He skirted it across the floor to me. I picked it up. It felt heavy and cold in my hand, and I wondered if I could really take a life, or even hold such an instrument of evil.
"Make yourself useful!" Fritz shouted, before letting his pistol let rip once more. I made an impulsive decision and followed suit. The bullet smashed into the chest of one of the men. I felt the bullet myself. The shock of killing a man was too much to bear. I dropped my pistol and wept. I had ashamed myself and my morals by taking a life. I looked to Fritz. I looked into his eyes. Where once was a mocking cynicism, now was there no emotions whatsoever. It slowly dawned on me. This man was made to kill. As soon as this gun battle was over, he'd kill me too. It was amazing to see the change in him. Humanity left him, leaving a cold discipline that would match a Spartan. I bit my lip, and took a quick look. At least forty men were blazing their firearms. I didn't know what to do.
What would S or J do?
I bowed my head slightly. I was still undecided. I was sure my heart was for Jin, but that match... showed me something. He didn't care. He was like... like...
... like Fritz. Or, at least, Fritz as he was now. Trained, austere, unwavering, relentless. Such power was held in his eyes. Whereas S and J... they cared. They were caring. They defended me from the blows, from the offence, from the anger. What would they do?
They'd do what they could.
I kissed my clenched fist, wrapped around the clip, and, eyes tearful, turned back, washing out all feeling, and started to empty the magazine.
Benni's POV
I woke up, watching as the smoke consumed my body. I got up slowly. I looked around the laboratory. Nobody else was inside. I walked out of the door, fearing the worst. My qualms were confirmed by Kazuya smiling against the door.
"How is defeat?" He asked. "Does it sting more when you know you didn't lose?" I didn't care what I was doing. I attempted to stab him. I wanted to smash his fucking skull. Break his fucking bones. Anything. My hand was stopped by his. He threw it away.
"What did you do to her?" I snarled. Kazuya smiled.
"She's a great fighter. Better than you." He lifted up his grey shirt, and the fresh wounds were all over him. His body had holes, scars and gashes so deep, I was sure she had ripped a piece out of him. "She's alive. But your friends may not be for too long." I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer than ever.
"No matter where you are, or how long it is before then, or even how much stronger you are then, next time we meet you will die." I said. He smiled.
"And your parents will be proud of this?" He asked. I stopped. He had struck a chord. He pressed on, seeing a weakness. "Would they really want you gallivanting on vengeance when your main concern should be your sister?" Each word stung, but it made my resolve only stronger.
"This isn't for them." I spat. I walked to the lift and pressed for the ground floor. "This is for me." The doors closed slowly and I descended to the ground floor.
Fritz's POV
The exchange of fire was tiring and painful. The more I killed, the more came. Having two of us firing was making no difference. I soon was out of bullets. I sighed. I looked to Xiaoyu.
"I'm out!" I shouted. She looked annoyed.
"Me too!" She dropped the pistol. I decided to come out and say it.
"I didn't want to kill you!" I shouted. She glared to me. "It was for Liz!" The glower wavered slightly. She bowed her head. "What the hell are you doing?!" I asked.
"Praying." She answered, speaking instead. I barely heard her. I thought she had gone strange.
"You think anything divine can save us now?" I asked. She smiled to me.
"Who said divine?" She asked me. She rolled over to Bill's body. The dangerous fire around her made her look stupider than before. The bullets came closer and closer. She placed her hand on Bill's neck. Somehow, and I don't know how, he slowly got up. Xiaoyu pulled him closer to us. She turned to Bill. "Can you fight them?" Bill looked around the column.
"Yeah." He said. She clicked her fingers. He stood to attention, and walked over to them. It was something out of an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. Every bullet went past him as he walked over. I shook my head.
"I don't believe it." I said. I looked to the girl who had saved my life. "How did you do that?" I asked her. She smiled.
"I know a bit of stuff." She said. I looked into her eyes. A first kill. She had tasted it. There are three kinds of people who can kill. Reluctantly, and they regret it, and never want to do so again. Then there are others, who forget it. Thinking for the safety of them and their loved ones. I fit neatly into this category. And finally, the people who share Mr Drive's sadist qualities. I looked to the eyes of this girl, and despite the weird pink fetish, the flowery, bubbly attitude, the kind smile, the loving eyes, those eyes hid a dark secret. The taste of blood on her lips was soothing. "By the way... about my gun..." She lifted it up to my forehead. "I hadn't run out." She said. "I didn't want you to kill me afterwards." Fear took over me. I was frozen, as she tightened her grip. Her eyes held no humour, or indeed want. She was doing this not for fun, but for survival.
"Goodbye." I said. I grabbed the hand, and kicked her chest. She gasped breathlessly. She fell to the floor, and I stood over her. "...and sorry." I said.
"Can I ask you one thing?" She said suddenly.
"What?" I asked. She gulped.
"What were their names?" She asked. I felt a great weight. I felt guilty, disgusted, and weary. I almost fell apart, dropped the gun and walked away... then I remembered. She had the pistol I held to my head. I pointed it to her eye. A clean kill. Painless and instant.
"Takeshi, Benni and William." I said. Then my killing was interrupted. I turned to the sound of the engine, expecting another Force van. It was Benni. He didn't look happy.
"It's Liz." He said simply. My love destroyed my hatred at once. I dropped the gun. The impact on the floor caused it to fire. Benni grabbed his shin and fell to the floor.
"OH FUCK!" He screamed in pain. I looked to the security camera. It was ruined and shattered, possibly during the fight. I looked to Benni's car. I threw caution to the wind and drove away. Benni's curses were ignored.
I got to the hospital not too long afterwards. I looked to the emergency ward.
"Alizee Julius!" I shouted to the doctor. He looked to me.
"Odd name for a man." He commented. I rolled my eyes.
"No, where is Alizee Julius?" I asked. He seemed to realise. He told me the ward number. I ran up the stairs, past the receptionist, stopping only to punch a poster for Westlife. I got to the ward, walked in; saw Liz's limp, lifeless body connected to the life support...
And my entire world fell apart.
Aim, shoot, kill your leaders,
Aim, shoot, kill...
Oppose and disagree
Destroy Demonocracy
Lose control
With increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
Intend to erase
Whatever they say
These people out torn
A wild and bereft
Assassin is born (yeah)
Assassin - Muse
I personally think we're coming towards the end of this story. But don't worry/cheer/put down your crap-writing-umbrellas yet. There's going to be a sequel, showing that you can't keep a good ship down, but the bad ship will probably crush it when it comes back for more. Read and tell me how sexy I am, or simply review if you want.