Hey people, time to update again. This chapter is going to be full of vengful acts and torture. I did nothing but listen to Linkin Park shile writing this damn thing. Such an awesome band. Please review.

Chapter 21

Johnathon and Imnotsa sat on a street corner waiting for a certain car to pull into view. Imnotsa wore his German WW2 leather trench coat and his purple shemahg. He and Johnathon sat outside, enjoying tea and viewing a certain number of files that were "given" to them by the Metalbenders.

One Hour Earlier

Johnathon, Imnotsa, Justin and Korra sat around the apartment table in silence. Korra reached over and gently rubbed Justin's shoulder while Imnotsa and Johnathon whispered amongst themselves. Justin looked at the two of them. They had mischif and vengeance in their eyes and the bloodlust on their faces. He knew what the two of them were going to be doing in the next week, and truthfully, he was touched. He hadn't felt this loved since before his older brother was killed. He felt much better knowing that he had friends that were looking out for him. Korra looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed deeply.

"Look guys, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you at the Gala event tonight." said Korra, getting up and giving Justin a hug. Justin was unresponsive and didn't even realize that he was being hugged. Dayton, Edward, and Shana walked in as Korra walked out and sat around the table. They all looked to Johnathon and Imnotsa hoping for a plan. Johnathon looked to Justin and waited for the pale boy to look him in the eye.

"Justin, we want you to know that even though you've only been with us for a short time, we're still your friends and your family. We promise to find this guy and make him suffer." said Johnathon. Justin looked at him and then back down to the table and stared, almost like he spaced out. Everyone watched him as he got up and went back to his room and locked the door. Everyone turned back and started planning.

"Okay, what's the plahn?" asked Edward.

"Emo and I are going to the police station today and are going to try and see if they'll hand over the information on the Red Monsoons to us. If they don't," said Johnathon looking to Imnotsa, "we imporvise." Imnotsa smiled devilishly and rolled his eyes. Shana looked around and back to Johnathon.

"Und vat about zhe rest of us?" she asked.

"Edward needs to start making me some nail bombs. Shana, you'll be outside in case things get roungh and Dayton, will be on the building directly across from the police station with a fifty. I don't want to take any risks. If we have to go toe to toe with the MB's today, I want to make absolutely sure that we don't leave any witnesses." said Johnathon. Everyone looked at him like he was going insane.

"Right, in this is all happening if things go south right?" asked Dayton. "I mean, for all we know, the Chief 'ud probly jump at the oppritunity to be rid of a triad." said Dayton.

"Yeah. That whole...scenario, was only if shit hits the fan." said Johnathon. Everyone nodded and got their gear while Johnathon and Imnotsa left the apartment and left for the police station. The two men walked in and were immediately greeted by a messenger from councilor Tarlock with matching badges of the task force. Johnathon swept him out of the way with one movement and continued to Chief Bei Fong's office. They both walked in and Chief Bei Fong looked the two of them up and down.

"What do the two of you want? I've already briefed you on tonight's security measure's." she said.

"Look, we need everything that you have on the Red Monsoons. Preferabley now." said Johnathon. Imnotsa shut the door behind him and stood by it.

"And why do you need this?" asked Chief Bei Fong. Imnotsa looked around and caught a drawer that was labled Triads. He stared at it and then abroptly left the room. Johnathon and Chief Bei Fong watched him as he left and then looked back ot each other. Chief Bei Fong was now very uncomfortable. She wasn't used to having someone as young as Johnathon giving her orders in her own office. Normally, she would have merely sent them on their way to the jail cells in cuffs. But there was something different about Johnathon today. Something much darker and colder than she had seen in anyone in a long time.

"Because, I want to destroy them all." said Johnathon, as if it were that simple. Chief Bei Fong actually laughed and then saw that Johnathon was in fact very serious. She sighed and tapped her desk.

"Even though we have the same goal of cleaning up the scum of this city's underbelly, I'm sure that your way is much much farther outside the law. You need to remember, Johnathon, that you're in my city. So whatever you've said here today, I'll forget about, but if you would just tell me what has-" a loud explosion and alarms were heard outside. Chief Bei Fong swore under her breath and ran out the door, leaving Johnathon sitting in the office. Suddenly, Imnotsa came through the window and got to the filing cabinet.

"What the hell are you doing!?" shouted Johnathon.

"Improvising!" said Imnotsa, kicking the filing cabinet in and destroying the lock. Johnathon came over and grabbed the folders that said Red Monsoon on them and tucked them away inside his coat. The two of them were then out the back window and running as fast as they could down the road.

Present Time

The traffic lights turned red for the cars coming towards the two men who sat all alone on the street corner. The day was getting cold already and they were glad for it. If it had been hot, it would have been much harder for the both of them to conceal weapons. Imnotsa had a modernized German MP-40 hanging by a leather strap on the inside of his trench coat, while Johnathon had an M1014 shotgun on the inside of his. Johnathon reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a detonator. A red triad Sato Mobile was speeding towards them at an alarmingly fast rate. Soon, another one was in view right behind it. Imnotsa put his hand to his ear and spoke.

"Eagleyes, zis is Gestapo. Vich car is he in." he said. Johnathon looked at the German who smiled and giggled at him.

"Really?" asked Johnathon. Imnotsa shrugged his shoulders and Johnathon rolled his eyes.

"Gestapo, this is Eagleyes. The car in the back is your main target." said Dayton.

"Eagleyes, pop the one in the front as he reaches the traffic light." said Johnathon, rolling the detonator in his hand. The front car came to a stop at the light. Suddenly, a loud crack could be heard and the inside of the front car's winshield was stained red. Johnathon flicked the safety off of the detonator and pulled up his shemahg over his face. Pressing the button down firmly, a loud explosion was seen under the car, sending the front car into the air and smashing down onto the rear car. Johnathon and Imnotsa ran to the rear car that was now attepmting to make its escape. Imnotsa dropped to his knees and skidded to cover behind some news paper stands while Johnathon took cover behind an adjacent car. Both of them had their weapons drawn. The driver got out and looked at the two of them and started to run the other way.

"Eagleyes! Oxide. Rubber round, NOW!" said Johnathon, loading a beanbag round into the shot gun and running after the man. Police sirens could be heard in the distance, signaling Johnathon and Imnotsa that they were losing time fast. Johnathon shot at the man, but missed as he ran behind a car. He stuck his head out and was forced behind the car again as Johnathon squeezed the trigger and sent a bean bag round wizzing by his head. Imnotsa jumped over the hood of a car and got on the other side of the car that the Red Monsoon was hiding behind. He looked to Johnathon and nodded. Police sirens were getting much much closer and traffic was starting to clear on other streets. From opposite buildings, Edward and Shana took out ICS-191 grenade launchers, and fired smoke grenades into the four way intersection and creating a thick cloud of smoke/fog.

"Oxide, zis is Todlich (tude-li+hiss, German word for Lethal). You have three minutes to grab him and get him into zhe van across zhe road." said Shana. Imnotsa jumped over the car and slammed the bottom of his feet into the Red Monsoon's chest. Imnotsa took his chance while the crook had the wind knocked out of him. He smacked the man between the eyes with his MP-40 and stood up.

"Alright, ve're good." he said, holding a thumbs up sign. Johnathon ran over and flipped the man over and bound his hands together with a zip tie. He then picked up the man on one shoulder and flicked his shotgun up and tucked it under his right shoulder. Imnotsa put in a fresh magazine of rubber amunition into the MP-40 and ran to a swerved car. "Ready!" he shouted.

"Eagleyes, displace, we have him." said Johnathon.

"Roger wilco." said Dayton, going silent. Edward and Shana were already out on the streets. The first police car that pulled up crashed into a civilian's car due to the smoke. A white van, driven by Christian, pulled up and skidded to a hault beside all of them. Dayton wrenched the sliding door open and hopped out and pointed his rifle at the smoke cloud.

"GO GO GO! COME ON, LET'S GO!" shouted Dayton. Johnathon ran back and threw the man into the van and got back out by Dayton. Shana and Edward ran and got in, followed lastly by Imnotsa. Johnathon got in and tapped Dayton on the shoulder, signaling him to get in.

"Christian, drive it like you stole it!" shouted Johnathon. Christian was happy to comply and he quickly spun the van around and floored it down the road. The man under all of them began to stir.

"Ugh, you won't get away with this. My boss knows all about you and your little weapons. You don't know what you're all getting yourselves into. If you let me go now, I'll tell my boss so that she'll make your deaths nice and qui-" the man was knocked out cold by a single punch in the head from Johnathon. They sped across the crowded streets of Republic City, dodging and weaving through any problems with the roads until they were finally out back and dragging the still unconscious man into the building and slamming the door down behind them.

Hours Later

"Why'd you do it?" asked Johnathon, holding a large whip in his hand. The man in front of him didn't even look close to the man that they'd picked up earlier today. He had been horribley disfigured by the torture methods that Johnathon, Imnotsa, and Shana had inflicted on him. He hung by his hands from the cieling, dangling back and forth. He openly sobbed and persisted with the lie that he ahd no idea what Johnathon was talking about. "Don't bullshit me you little prick. I know your face. You're the one that I missed last night because I have an over developed trigger finger. I know your voice because your shouts are the same as last night when I killed your friend right in front of you. You're the one who raped my friend. And I swear to God, if you don't admit it, you'll lose everything that identifies you as a man." said Johnathon, motioning to Shana who took out her large combat knife. The man openly sobbed and cried his eyes out in pain.

"Please, I don't know what you're talking about!" sobbed the man. Johnathon whipped him across the chest and rellished in the shout of pain that swiftly followed. He turned around to see a video camera set up on a tri-pod. He walked over and turned it on and started to let it record every minute of suffering. Johnathon kept his back to the camera at all times but made sure that it got an earful. He was going to be sending this to a very special person and he wanted to make sure that every shout of agony, every drop of blood and tear shed from this suffering rat was caught on tape.

Johnathon picked up the whip again and flicked it in the air. He whipped the man across the chest and body again and again and again as he dangled and twirled in the air, suspended from the cieling. Cries of pain and agony were heard throughout the basement.

"You know, I never understood all of the elaborate torture methods that I was taught. It is the simplest thing to cause a man more pain than he can handle." said Johnathon, whipping the man across the face and leaving a scar the began to trickle blood down his face. "The only obstacle that truely remains is will you yield to my methods in time?" said Johnathon. "I want to know why you did it. I want to know what thought was going through you're head when you jumped my friend and dragged him into an ally way and defile him."

"I wasn't thinking." said the man. Johnathon now felt like he was making progress.

"Ah, so you admit yourself to the deed now." said Johnathon, whipping him across the side of his face and taking a small piece of his ear. The man screamed in pain and the other people in the basement were now letting out cheers and whoops of encouragement to Johnathon.

"Yes, YES! I admit it. I raped that boy in an ally way because he looked like a woman and none of us had gotten any in a while an-" the man was whipped across the back repeatedly and his screams stopped him from speaking. Johnathon was snarling with rage each time he let the whip claim a small peice of flesh every time it touched the man's body.

"Is this what all of you people in the Red Monsoons do? I can't imagine that you're the only one in this catagory." said Johnathon, whipping the air to get all of the bits of flesh off of the ends of the whip.

"How do you know I'm a triad member?" he asked.

"BECAUSE OF YOU'RE FUCKING TATTOO YOU RETARD! NONE OF US ARE STUPID, WE CAN READ CHINESE SCRIPT WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW WHEN SOMEONE HAS TATTOOED A GANG NAME TO THEIR BODY!" screamed Johnathon at the top of his lungs. The man now cried out towards the camera.

"Please forgive me Hong Huanghou! I didn't mean to betray you like this!" shouted the man. Johnathon was slowly becoming more and more satisfied with the coming results now. "I showed an act of weakness once, I will not do it again by betraying my own." said the man. Johnathon's satisfaction had now shrivled up and died.

"So, you're not going to tell us anything?" asked Johnathon. He shook his head. Johnathon smiled so evilly that Satan himself would have shivered at the sight. "Take him down from the cieling. We'll see how long he lasts." said Johnathon. Shana came up and cut the restraints that were keeping him on the cieling. He fell to the ground in a lifeless mass. Shana picked him up and threw him in a chair and moved him behind a table and cuffed his hands to the top with the fingers spread out far. Johnathon picked up a hammer and began lightly smacking the table with it. It was at this point when everything was starting to click for the man. Who was trying desperately to curl his fingers up. He found it impossible because of how tight the cuffs were to the table.

Making sure the camera was pointed towards the man, Johnathon looked him in the eye as if to say "Last chance." The man returned with a gaze of complete defieance. Johnathon blinked twice and smashed the hammer down on the pinky on his right hand, separating it from the rest of the finger. The man screamed in pain.

"What's your name sir. I just got so caught up in the excitement that I forgot about formalities." said Johnahton. The man tried to catch his breath and looked Johnathon in his psychopathic eyes.

"My-my name is Xu, (Shoo)." said the man. Everyone in the room let out more whoops and cheers again and Johnathon laughed to himself.

"And, Mr. Xu, are you comfortable right now?" asked Johnathon. Xu looked at Johnathon, making sure it was a legitament question. He took very long to respond, knowing that either answer was going to lose him another didget of finger. He slowly and solumnly shook his head. Johnathon put a look of surprise on his face. "Really?" asked Johnathon, sounding genuinely surprised. "Well then, is there any way that I can make you feel more comfortable?" asked Johnathon, smashing the hammer down onto Xu's pinky causing him to lose the second didget of his pinky. Xu tried not to scream but it wasn't enough. Johnathon was having the time of his life and was really enjoying himself. Xu began to sob uncontrollabley again and this time someone could be heard in the background imitating the sounds of Xu's sobs of pain. Laughter was heard as a response to the imitation.

"What do you people want!?" cried out Xu.

"I want the names of all your friends and associates. That's all I really need." said Johnathon. Xu contemplated his previous decision but then looked up and spat blood and saliva into Johnathon's face. Johnathon stood speechless for a moment and the whole room was silent. Johnathon scoffed and reached into his pocket and pulled out a hankerchif and wiped his face off. Putting his hand back in his pocket, Johnathon pulled out his switchblade knife and flicked the blade out. Xu briefly saw his reflection in the blade before Johnathon stabbed it into the center of his left hand and dragged it away from Xu. The blade came out cutting the last little bit of skin between Xu's middle and ring finger.

Xu screamed and bled and everyone else could be heard shouting "OOOOHHHHHH!" and they were cheering Johnathon on to continue.

"Fuck you. I'm never telling you." said Xu. Johnathon signaled Shana to walk over, and when she was at Xu's side, she took out her knife and put it on top of all of the knuckles on Xu's right hand. Xu could already tell that the blade was sharp enough to cut through him like a hot knife through butter. Johnathon gently laid the hammer on top of Shana's knife and looked Xu in the eye. Xu was really regretting spitting in the man's face now.

"You give me names, or I start taking apendages from all four limbs of your body...then we cut your dick off." said Johnathon. Xu was still persistant. This was fine by Johnathon who raised the hammer and lightly tapped the top of the knife. The sharpness of the blade was enough to go a quarter of the way down through the knuckles. Xu grunted and teared up. his eyes were starting to burn from the combonation of blood and sweat bleeding into his eyes. Johnathon lightly tapped the blade again and it went to about halfway through Xu's knickles on his right hand. Shana, to get her own satisfaction, reached around Xu's face and grabbed his nose. With a snap, Shana broke his nose one way, and then snapped it into the opposite direction. Getting her fair share of screams from the man, she went back to holding the knife in place for Johnathon.

"Wait, please! Please stop I'm begging you! Please!" screamed Xu.

"Did you stop ven Justin begged you people to stop. Nein, so zis is payback." said Shana. Johnathon lightly tapped the kinfe again and this time the knife almost all the way through. A few small slivvers of skin were keeping them attatched.

"There was Cheng! He handled the girls when we brought 'em off of the streets. Then Deshi and Dishi would get them adicted to drugs and then get them on the streets." said Xu. Johnathon was finally getting somewhere useful with this man.

"Good, good. Now was that so hard?" asked Johnathon. "Are there any more crews like your's?" Xu didn't waste any time nodding like a bobble head. "Who?" asked Johnahton.

"Three others. Fu-han's crew, Qi-shi's crew and Shaozu's crew. I can give you there addresses." said Xu. Johnathon shook his head.

"I only wanted names. And now that you've given them to me, I don't have any more purpose for you. Emo! Get the cross!" said Johnathon, smiling evilly.

Justin's Room

Justin sat with his knees up to his chest and loud death metal blaring into his ears. He didn't want to see anyone. He just wanted to curl up and die and forget that this ever happened to him. A knock was heard on his door and he looked up as Johnathon quickly picked the lock and walked into the bedroom. He was dressed in his tanktop and jeans. The thing that actually startled Justin was the fact that Johnathon was covered in blood that probably was not his own. Justin shakely got up and looked Johnathon up and down.

"What happened to you?" asked Justin.

"Oh, nothing. Just getting to know your rapist a little bit better." said Johnathon. Justin was surprised at this. He knew that they were going to avenge him, but he had no idea that his friends would actually resort to, whatever they were doing to him. Justin was overwhelmed with feelings of thankfullness. He wrapped Johnathon in a hug and then realized that he was hugging a bloody part of Johnathon's shirt.

"Ah!" said Justin, wiping it off of his face.

"Wanna come finish him off?" asked Johnathon. Justin couldn't believe his ears. Johnathon motioned for him to follow which Justin did. When they reached the basement, he saw that all of the vents had been opened and that a nice little pit was dug into the ground where Imnotsa was currently placing Xu onto a wooden cross. He then got a hand full of rail road ties and placed one of them onto the inside of one of Xu's wrists. Holding it steady, he slammed and nailed it to the wood, securing Xu to the cross. Xu screamed in pain. Justin was both disgusted and content with what he was watching. Imnotsa then nailed his other wrist to the cross and then moved to his kneecaps. Imnotsa didn't waste any time in nailing Xu to the cross. He and Johnathon them hoisted it up and balanced it until it was standing freely upside down. Johnathon stood at the top of the pit with a jug of gasoline and began pouring it down on top of Xu. When Johnathon was sure that Xu was thuroughly soaked with fuel, He began pouring a trail all the way back to Justin's feet. He then threw the jug back into the pit and looked at Xu.

"Xu, this is Justin, the boy you and your friends took advantage of." said Johnathon. Justin stared at him, his eyes becoming more and more filled with rage and anger. Johnathon walked up to Edward and took his cigarette lighter.

"Please, I didn't mean any of the things I said . I didn't mean any of the things I did. I'm sorry for everything that I did to you." said Xu.

"Don't listen to him. He's a coward and he can't take responsibility for his actions." said Johnathon. He opened the zippo lighter and flicked it on to a constant flame, putting it in front of Justin. "Finish what he started." said Johnathon. Justin took the lighter and looked at Xu again who was frantically shaking his head. It was at this moment that he felt the pain of where he had been invaded. It was then that whatever chance that Xu had of escaping this with his death being quick was gone. Justin bent down and lit the small portion of fuel at his feet. The trail went up and flames flew towards Xu who let out a blood curdling scream as flames consumed him. The smell of roasted flesh and burnt hair filled the air. Johnathon watched Xu as he lived his last moments in unbelievable pain and he stared, mezmorized by the flames.

Johnathon's POV

A deep voice began to speak to me in my head. It was dark, and yet so comforting.

"Well done my Child of Darkness. You are truely a servant of my black hand." said the voice.

"Who are you?" I thought, not startled, but not entirely confortable.

"I? I am all that was, and all that is. I am the void of dark and cold that lies in the hearts of all of my children. I am Sithis." said the voice. "And you. You are my Listener. I want you at my side, Child of Darkness. When you have returned from your journey, make your way to Terra Markarth. Meditate with me and I will show you the ture power of the Assassin. But for now, a taste of the power will be given to you in the mean time." said Sithis.

"Thank you my Dread Father." I thought, without even realizing what I had thought.

"You are welcome my Child of Darkness. Live by the Creed. Empower yourself by it." said Sithis. And just as abruptly as he appeared, his presence from my mind vanished. I shook my head and saw that Justin was looking at my funny.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." I said.

Well, that's it. I hope that I didn't disappoint all of the people who were hoping for a good reveng scheme. This is only the first of many Red Monsoon Chapters. Anyway, please review my chapter.