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Genocide Jack started to free herself with a swift move of her arms. That action caused the rope to get pierced by the Genoscissors she still was wearing in her underwear. She was highly amused by the fact that these wannabe-torturers did not even properly check her for weapons, but decided against laughing out loud. Slavomír had not noticed the change of personality and was preparing to kick her again. She steeled her stomach muscles and bore the brunt of the attack.

„How long are you gonna resist?" he shouted angrily. His victim only reacted by rolling sidewards, chair included, pulling at the rope. Finally, she managed to pull the rope apart enough to free one hand. Continuing to roll, crushing the cheap chair under even her modest weight, she immediately grabbed the scissor. Rolling back in her original direction, she managed a slight cut against the other leg as Marquess Slavomír was getting down to continue his assault after her escape attempt. As he shrieked in pain, Genocide Jack immediately applied a few cuts, giving her enough space to wiggle out of the ropes.

Just in time, as it turned out, as the woman at the side of the marquess had drawn her rifle and was aiming at Jack. One thrown scissor forced her to duck and abort the attempt at a shot. Jumping up in a swift move, Genocide Jack grabbed the first piece of the plastic chair her alternate self was sitting on she could find, tossing it in the direction of Slavomír. Her enemies thus distracted, she knocked the armed woman to the ground with a well-placed knee strike, kicking her gun out of reach. Completely fired up, she easily avoided a punch by the traitorous noble before assaulting his groin, knocking the wind out of his sails.

Genocide Jack was in her element, sweating not merely from physical exhaustion, but from pure stimulation as well. This was something she had missed for so long, something she had denied herself for so long. Now, however, she was justified in her deeds. An artist on a one-off comeback tour. However, an artist needs tools: she ran over to the Genoscissor she had thrown earlier. In the same movement, she kicked the rifle further away from the soldier, that was just about to recover it. The blonde could only look on, as Genocide Jack retrieved her second scissor. Both of them painfully found a way into the soldier's ankles, causing a terrifying scream.

"Aaah, I like that sound," Genocide Jack said, laughing afterwards, "that means I can do my art without trouble."

Whilst her victims usually did not have the luxury of personal protection, she had actually dealt with bodyguards before and she thought those were her finest murders. Art truly is best when made against the odds.

Slavomír had gotten up despite being in severe pain. He tried to punch the woman that had overwhelmed him despite being a weakling before. His punch actually connected, but unfortunately it only caused the fiendish woman to howl in laughter for a few second before putting an aroused smile on. She had experience in dealing with her victims resisting. It was surprisingly common, almost like the cute boys didn't want to get murdered. Who knew?

"You are a fiery one, aren't ya?"

The tall raven-haired man could not answer, as he was interrupted by a tremendous pain. With the expertise of a serial killer, Genocide Jack had struck one of her scissors with force right between the third and fourth rib. As blood started to run down his grey shirt, Genocide Jack gave him a lustful kiss. He tried to push the murderous fiend off him with what little strength his body had left and Genocide Jack actually gave in and instead took her second scissor, brutally forcing it in the left side of his body, piercing the colon. As more and more blood left the body through the wounds, Genocide Jack noted the disturbed looks the king and the woman gave her. It really didn't matter right now, she was not going to stop for these two.

Taking out the last two scissors from her skirt, she pinned him to the walls. Once she was sure he was not going to move, she let her hands run all over his body, feeling the wetness of the blood soaking his stylish outfit, careful to avoid the crotch. Her thoughts quickly drifted to master and Makoto, pleased that she was now able to keep her promise now. This one was going to satisfy her for the rest of her life.

"I'm sorry, love," she said seductively, "but I will need one of these back. For later."

With that, she pulled out the scissor that had penetrated the man's heart and wiped the blood off with her hands. Normally, she was not going to pull out a scissor, but she had no idea when she could replenish her stock nor did she think there was going to be much of an investigation so she could afford to be a bit more careless with any evidence.

"Any last words, you sexy, sexy man?"

"… for the kingdom, for Novo...," was all he could manage before his consciousness abandoned him.

"A patriot, huh? That's actually … sickening," Genocide Jack said, her face souring. As she dipped her fingers deep into his open wound, she shook her had.

"Almost killed the mood, didn't you?. I forgive you, because I am the nicest serial killer you will ever meet. KYAHAHAHAHA~!"

With swift movements, the letters B, L, O, O, D, L, U, S and T were drawn to the wall, as she heard the sound of puking. A witness could not handle the beauty of her art, so be it.

"This is heaven," she thought as she completed her art piece. Only one part was left: as her hand finally and delicately fondled the dying man's private era, Genocide Jack turned the Genoscissor against her own leg, cutting a mark in it. As the pain combined with her satisfaction, she pondered whether this was better than intercourse. Of course, being a pure maiden, she had no idea either way, but she could not see any realistic way that stuff can feel this great.

She gave herself a minute to compose herself before turning to the king of Novoselic, who was the one who lost his food, if the puddle next to his seat is anything to go by. Four well-aimed cut with the scissors freed him from his prison. He stood up and shook the rust out of his bones before grabbing the weapon that was kicked in his direction by the murderer he just saw doing her thing. Coldly, he grabbed the gun and aimed at the woman who was injured by Genocide Jack earlier. Her grey eyes had turned into a blank stare, traumatized by the brutality she just had to witness.

"Honestly, we are doing her a favor", said Agent Democracy, more to himself than anybody else. He aimed the weapon at her head, shooting her. His motions betrayed that he had done similar actsbefore. Genocide Jack raised an eyebrow at him and the king shot her a look back that denied her any right to complain about his actions. Suddenly, a loud sneeze was heard.

Toko Fukawa woke up in a nightmare. Her eyes darted across the room and saw a dead woman, but much more importantly, a dead man. A dead man massacred in the same way her dark side had done so many times. She thought she was free from this suffering. She thought it was over. The only thing that was over was her life. As she dropped to her knees and began to cry, she realized that she had broken her promise. She had lost control, she let her demons run free again. Master would hate her. Just as importantly, Makoto and Komaru would never want to be with her again. Maybe she would end up locked up, maybe she should be locked up, maybe her parents were not wrong, maybe...

Her self-destructive train of thought was interrupted by a hard, painful slap to the back of her head.

"Hey, focus," the king said with natural authority, "she acted in self-defense. We will have the extra stuff buried, I promise. I really can't afford to have you go mental now."

Whilst rubbing the back of her head, Toko was glad that that pain distracted her from the burning feeling of the fresh cut in her leg. Despite her misgivings, she got back up and wiped away the tears and the blood as much as possible. Meanwhile, Ladislav XIX began to study documents lying around in a small room, hoping to find more information. Suddenly, he waved Toko towards him. She made her way over to him, finding him pointing at a sentence in Cyrillic script. Before Toko could point out that she could not read a single word, he said the words "Future Foundation captive".

"Komaru!"

"She's apparentely held at Subpop Palace," he said, "Unfortunately, according to these documents, a platoon of soldiers loyal to the house of my aunt is stationed there. We will need backup to get in there."

Toko nodded, unsure of what to do next.

"D-do you know where we can find aid?" she asked.

The king rubbed his neck and sighted, which did not fill Toko with much confidence.

"We need to find out where we are, then we can see."

Ladislav pushed a couple of folders into Toko's hands and together they made their way out of the cottage. Toko was content that she could get away from the scene of Genocide Jack's latest massacre. The ache of the cut in her leg was not willing to stop reminding her of it, though. The two made their way to the postal truck that got them here. Fortune proved to be on their side, as the keys were left in the lock. Toko had to avoid fainting, as she saw the corpse of the driver. Whatever awaited her, she was happy to be out of this place. She took her place on the front passenger seat, silently strapping in.

The king took the wheel, driving the truck out of the small forest the cottage was built in. Rejoining the road, he suddenly looked very thoughtful. Toko hoped that this meant he was recognizing where they are.

"Yes, now I know," the king said confidently, "I know where we are. We are lucky, there is a military base only an hour away."

At first, hearing that made Toko happy. Her paranoid side piped up, however, and pointed out an obvious problem.

"But what if they are on the side of the traitors?" she asked herself, just loud enough for someone else to hear.

"Unlikely. The base commander is both a descendant of a loyal house of nobles and she personally helped me in bringing down the former queen. I consider her a personal friend. If the conspiracy against my rule was this deep, then they wouldn't bother with such a complicated plan. They would just shoot me and justify it with a made-up crime against the country."

Toko didn't have the energy to argue anymore. The day, whilst barely three fifths over, according to the clock on the dashboard, had taken a lot out of her. Her eyes dropped like shutters and a deep sleep overcame her.

The car stopping awoke her from the slumber, which was marred by incoherent disturbing imagery. She collected herself and looked at the clock. 16:11. She had slept for a bit more than 45 minutes.

"Alright, follow me," the driver next to her said.

"Had he been waiting until I woke up?" Toko asked herself. She was unsure whether to appreciate the consideration or feel creeped out. Regardless, they both exited the truck. Toko followed Ladislav to the guards at the entry. Both immediately saluted as soon as they recognized their sovereign. The king gave them a few orders, speaking the local language. One of the guards asked something whilst looking at Toko. She did not want to know what they were asking about. Whatever it was, the king provided a short explanation, which satisfied them.

The soldiers motioned the duo to follow them closely. Toko did, although she was uncertain whether doing so would lead them to their doom. They were lead into an improvised office, where they were greeted by the base commander. Like Ladislav, the woman looked much older than she probably was. Toko wondered just how horrible the last couple of years in Novoselic must have been. She saluted his king, who told him something, pointing at Toko. He was mocking her, right?

"Ah, I see. The 1st Infantry Regiment is pleased to welcome an ally of our king, Ms. Fukawa. I am Tatjana Blew, Countess of Subpop, at your service," she introduced herself in Japanese. Despite her grandiose introduction, Toko Fukawa could see humility in her features. Seeing the countess like this made Toko feel safer.

"The situation is as follows: Slavomír Nevermind has turned against the crown. He has illegally imprisoned foreign citizens at Subpop Palace and has at least a platoon at his disposal. Our mission is to free the prisoners and kill all traitorous forces," Ladislav explained, "We will need a change of outfit for Ms. Fukawa. Could you also give her a pistol?"

"What about Marquess Slavomír?", Countess Tatjana asked.

"Dead. He was killed in a struggle whilst trying to personally execute us."

Toko was grateful he had a cover-up story ready.

"Very well, your majesty. I will prepare our best platoon and take care of everything else,"

"Let's just use a fireteam. With an element of surprise, we should be able to take them out despite the numerical disadvantage. We do not know just how many soldiers support Slavomír's cause, even here. Plus, I will need two of your most trustworthy engineers to blow up a building whose address I will tell them personally. Anything that they will find there is classified prísnejtan. Inform them of that fact. Prepare everything, I plan on striking as soon as possible."

"It will be done, your majesty. You can rest here until we have prepared everything," the countess said.

Toko was anxious as they waited. She pondered whether Komaru was okay before scolding herself for believing that. These animals talked about killing people like they were taking an order at a takeout. These soldiers supporting the marquess will undoubtedly be cruel to her. Her feelings told her Komaru was still alive, but she could only imagine just how miserable she was. Maybe she was raped, maybe she was beaten. Maybe both.

"Hold on, Komaru. Please don't give up", she thought.

Suddenly, a young man entered the room. He handed Fukawa a set of clothing. She nodded and went to a small alcove in the room to quickly get changed. Her new "outfit" was a uniform undershirt and a neutral brown pair of pants. She quickly noticed the outfit looked just different enough to ensure nobody would confuse her for an actual soldier. She left her bloodied clothes lying around, being well beyond the point of caring about them.

As she changed, the young man had left. Just as she was done, he returned and handed her a pistol. He explained to her that this was a Heckler & Koch SFP9 SK and how to use it. Toko tried her best to pay attention. Unfortunately, being disinterested in weapons in and of itself and being worn out made that challenging. As part of the founding of the Special Operations branch, Toko received an introductory course into small arms. That would help her do what must be done. She had to get it done. Komaru needed her. Someone needed her for a change. Failing Komaru was not an option.

After that explanation, Toko saw the Countess return. She was flanked by five scary-looking men, fully armed.

"We are ready, your Majesty!"

"Very well. Let us go."

Quickly, the unit entered a transporter. Being squeezed in a tight room brought back unpleasant memories that Toko found hard to repress. Indulging in dreams about Byakuya failed to bring her much relief. Thankfully, she found some calm in listening to the plan. To her surprise, the "palaces" in Novoselic were actually office buildings, similar to town halls. The strategy was simple: King Ladislav and his men were planning on storming through the front and engaging the traitors. Toko was told to use a staff entrance and move up to the top floor.

"Why the top floor?" she asked.

"Our military strategy is keeping prisoners of war in the top floor of buildings to discourage enemy bombing raids," the Countess explained.

Toko nodded and prepared herself to follow the path explained to her. The vehicle came to a halt and the fireteam stormed out towards the entrance. As explained, she took a path on the right of the building. Unfortunately, one problem of the plan became obvious. With the staff having left, the staff entrance was closed. Toko tried to shoot the glass, but she only punched two holes with it. Despite fracturing the glass, she was unable to punch it open.

Her hand hurting, she looked around desperately for a solution. Fortune was on her side as she saw a charman having a smoke near an open cellar door. She walked toward the door. The man looked at her questioningly before seeing her gun and hearing the sounds of the gunfight that had ensued in the main building. He raised his hands fearfully.

"I'm s-sorry," she muttered quietly before walking past the terrified man, entering the cellar.

There was no time for consideration now.

"Komaru, hang in there … I'll be there soon."