Chapter 25: Yaznokov's Gauntlet-Part 1

(Opening A/N: This is it you guys the final push forward, it seems that in the light of the whole deal...Yaznokov has called out the devil himself. And for the same reason, it seems that Otaku has decided to do the gauntlet alone, he doesn't want anyone else to get involved, including Revy since she's pregnant. And it turns out that Yaznokov wants to settle scores with our protagonist as well. Plus I'm getting geared up for doing a prequel as well to show how the character descended into being who he is today, which is an anti-hero. But first things first. I gotta bring closure into this story as well. So without further ado, here's the next chapter.)

With a dismantled M4 carbine, along with having plenty of gun oil...I was cleaning my rifle so I can have the ability to fight fluently luckily Pops taught me how to use guns, but he isn't really my dad and we don't share any blood relations, he just took me in when I was separated from my family. But I thank all of those around me for being there with me, especailly Revy since she had my back. But if Yaznokov wanted to settle things between me and him, then I'd better save the sword just for him and I also did a little research on the enemy, it turns out that he also fights with a sword. His sword of choice is a cutlass. I also had a pair of hatchets that screamed, "Use us please." as well. Revy steps in and gets a smell of the gun oil.

"I'm surprised that you're preparing for a one man war. I'm really jealous." Revy stated as she placed both of my Glocks onto the table. I also had a recurve bow and a quiver of arrows as well, here's a little fact about me, I happen to be Navajo Native American and I'm really good with using a bow and arrow.

"I'll be sure before the day is done, he will die by my hands, whether it's by the blade or the bullet, he will see his final sunset." I said as I put my assault rifle back together.

"Oh yeah before I forget, sis says, 'Whenever you're ready, just go see her and she'll take you over to Yaznokov.'" Revy said, and I had placed all the weapons I was going to use on the table and I reassembled the M4 back to it's original glory.

"Duly noted." I replied, I also made a makeshift Garrote out of some steel wire and a pair of sticks.

As soon as I strapped all the weapons onto my body and outside was a white van and Balalaika smoking her cigar.

But I needed to add some finishing touches, not only am I Najavo Native American, but I also carry both Scottish and Irish in my blood, and as a way to appease the gods of war...I applied face paint to show my true battle/murderous intent. As soon as I had everything ready, it was time to go to war.

"So, are you ready to fight the final fight? This is the point of no return." Balalaika stated in her cool devilish tongue, and I knew that I was on a one way trip to retribution and respect.

"Got any bourbon?" I asked, and she opened the door showing a lowly unopened bottle of Jim Beam, now it was time for me to get violent!

As soon as I grabbed the bottle and got into the van, the door closed, and I began to isolate myself in the darkness getting my violent self out and ready. I pulled out a rosary knowing that this could be my last fight. So I gripped it in my right hand and said a Hail Mary.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee, blessed are thou women, blessed upon the fruit of thy womb Jesus, holy Mary, pray for us sinners, now and an hour before our death, Amen.

I then pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, showing that I was still clinging onto some humanity, and the only thing that made me human died five years ago at the hands of a Triad boss, then one of her dogs gets killed and I get dragged back into the fold. Yeah, this is surely becoming a red letter day for me, killing people, doing harm unto others, getting the woman you love knocked up...story of my life in paperback and hardcover.

I then took a swig of bourbon and it made me become more violent. As if a demon is going to awaken. I took another drag from my cigarette, and got lost in the need of violence and hatred. But here we are, a violent, buzzed, American mercenary looking for a very high body count. I know for a fact that there's going to be a whole lot of soldiers between me and Sergei Yaznokov. Just then the van stopped, we must at Yaznokov's hideout. As soon as I opened the door, it turns out that it's a nice mansion but it's all coming down!

As soon as one of the guard's had his back turned on me, I snuck up behind him and slipped the garrote around his neck, then I whispered into his ear in Russian...

*Даже не думайте о борьбе смерти, вы и ваши друзья будут все направиться в глубины ада вместе.*

[Translation: Do not even think about the fight against death, you and your friends are all heading in the depths of hell together.]

As soon as the guard expired from me choking him to death, I dragged his corpse out of sight where the guards couldn't see him.

"Is anyone there, please respond." The radio said, and I picked it up.

*Через меня, лежит великий город горе через меня, лежит путь к вечной боли. Оставь надежду, всяк сюда.*

[Translation: Through me, lies the great city of woe, through me, lies the path to everlasting pain. Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here.] I said quoting Dante's Divine Comedy in Russian.

Sergei then knew that I was going to come for his life, so he pulled out a bottle of fine vodka along with some rocks (Ice) and poured himself a glass.

"And now, it begins..." Sergei said as he took a sip of his alcohol.

I pulled out my iPod and decided that since no one is going to pray for me, I played the following song...

[Song: Nobody Praying For Me Artist: Seether Genre: Rock]

I then clinged to a wall and pulled out one of the Bowie knives, there was only one guard patrolling the interior yard. But it all seems too simple, there had to be more guys hanging around somewhere, but this just gave me an idea. It turns out that the guard had other guys inside the mansion were probably waiting for me. But when the guard came to my position, I let out a small whistle letting him know that I was nearby. As soon as he came over to me, I stabbed the Bowie knife through the guard's neck, but I wasn't done there...with a mighty tug from the Bowie knife, the head came off, I pulled out a grenade and placed it into the mouth of the decapitated head. After tossing the head into the area. The armed ambushers came out knowing their comrade has been killed by me, but coming out and ambushing me was a really big mistake, I pulled the pin on the grenade and tossed the head, as soon as the head made contact with the ground. The explsion killed the ambushers and their corpses laid on the ground from the impact of the explosion. And as they laid there, this just put a smile on my face.

"You bastard!" One guy said, as he charged at me from the right having a knife in his hand.

But I drew a Glock and without looking let alone blinking, I aimed at guy and squeezed the trigger blowing the guy's brains out.

But I had one goal in mind, to find and kill...Sergei Yazonkov.

[To Be Continued...]

(A/N: Well guys, here's another chapter, and to the guest that keeps bombing me, do yourself a favor, and shut the hell up about me needing mental help, being sexist, and having rape fantasies, if that's what you're going to preach then I'll tell you this, it's going to be a cold fucking day in hell. Besides, it's starting to really get on my nerves, in fact you might say you might be the best at what you do, please, don't make me laugh, all you do is annoy the shit out of the writer. So shut up already! Anyway to everyone else feel free to drop a review, (no more rape fantasy bullshit!) faves and follows are still optional. So, until the next chapter...this is the master of chaos, the commander of the legion of corpses, BloodyDemon666 signing off!)