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Assassination 3
"But... you're dead," the red-haired one, Reno, said in disbelief.
"Do I look dead?" Rufus demanded.
"N..not really," said the blonde one, Elena.
"Then, I'm obviously not dead, am I?"
"Appearances are deceiving," Rude, the bald Turk, intoned.
Rufus glared at him. "Why are you all in my office?"
"Investigating your death. Looking for any possible enemies you might have." Rude picked up a folder and waved it briefly at him.
"Well, I'm not dead. Get out."
"Yes sir!" The three Turks saluted, then ran out of the room.
"Morons," 'Rufus' spat. He shoved his hand into his pocket again and pulled out a radio. "Cloud-sama."
"Yes, Damien?"
"Tell Mother I'm in. I think Rude suspects, but otherwise..."
"She's here, Damien. Amber?"
"Dami!" Damien's biological mother took control of the radio. "Do you know where Hojo is yet?"
Damien sighed. "No, Mother. I only just got here. Let me get settled in first, then I'll find him."
There was a moment of silence from the other end. "So, you got what you wanted, didn't you, Damien Shinra Raijin?"
"Yes, I did. You take care of Ally... and once I've cleaned up here, you can come."
"You're an angel, Dami." Amber blew a kiss over the radio, and Damien felt it, although he could see or really hear it.
"Goodbye, Mother." He turned the radio off and pocketed it, then picked up his gun and went to the top of the stairs. He aimed the pistol at Rude, who stood at the bottom. "It's not polite to listen in on the conversations of others."
"You won't succeed in this," Rude said, gazing evenly at the boy from behind his dark glasses.
"You're wrong. I wasn't going to kill you, since you were one of Mother's friends, but now..." The boy aimed the pistol at the Turk. "Are Reno and Elena down there?"
"No. I stayed behind, they went downstairs. I saw the bodies behind the desks. Do what you must, but remember that the spirit of the Turks will live on."
"Yes. Inside my mother." Damien fired, the bullet flying true and hitting home, drilling into the Turk's heart and staying there.
The man's body flew backwards a few feet before he fell, hitting the floor with a dull thud. He wasn't quite dead though, lying there spread-eagled, his chest continuing to rise and fall, although only slightly.
Damien's face darkened at Rude's stubborn refusal to die. "And here I tried to make it easy on you by shortening your suffering." He aimed and fired again. The body jerked as the second bullet entered his body from the new angle, then went limp as the projectile exited through his back and embedded itself in the tile. He was certainly dead this time, his skin already ashen as his blood was pulled down by gravity, the pool of blood forming around him clinging to his outstretched limbs to remind Damien disturbingly of a snow angel made in blood. Blood Angel....
"Damn. Now I have to clean this up before anyone else can see it..."
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Assassination 3
"But... you're dead," the red-haired one, Reno, said in disbelief.
"Do I look dead?" Rufus demanded.
"N..not really," said the blonde one, Elena.
"Then, I'm obviously not dead, am I?"
"Appearances are deceiving," Rude, the bald Turk, intoned.
Rufus glared at him. "Why are you all in my office?"
"Investigating your death. Looking for any possible enemies you might have." Rude picked up a folder and waved it briefly at him.
"Well, I'm not dead. Get out."
"Yes sir!" The three Turks saluted, then ran out of the room.
"Morons," 'Rufus' spat. He shoved his hand into his pocket again and pulled out a radio. "Cloud-sama."
"Yes, Damien?"
"Tell Mother I'm in. I think Rude suspects, but otherwise..."
"She's here, Damien. Amber?"
"Dami!" Damien's biological mother took control of the radio. "Do you know where Hojo is yet?"
Damien sighed. "No, Mother. I only just got here. Let me get settled in first, then I'll find him."
There was a moment of silence from the other end. "So, you got what you wanted, didn't you, Damien Shinra Raijin?"
"Yes, I did. You take care of Ally... and once I've cleaned up here, you can come."
"You're an angel, Dami." Amber blew a kiss over the radio, and Damien felt it, although he could see or really hear it.
"Goodbye, Mother." He turned the radio off and pocketed it, then picked up his gun and went to the top of the stairs. He aimed the pistol at Rude, who stood at the bottom. "It's not polite to listen in on the conversations of others."
"You won't succeed in this," Rude said, gazing evenly at the boy from behind his dark glasses.
"You're wrong. I wasn't going to kill you, since you were one of Mother's friends, but now..." The boy aimed the pistol at the Turk. "Are Reno and Elena down there?"
"No. I stayed behind, they went downstairs. I saw the bodies behind the desks. Do what you must, but remember that the spirit of the Turks will live on."
"Yes. Inside my mother." Damien fired, the bullet flying true and hitting home, drilling into the Turk's heart and staying there.
The man's body flew backwards a few feet before he fell, hitting the floor with a dull thud. He wasn't quite dead though, lying there spread-eagled, his chest continuing to rise and fall, although only slightly.
Damien's face darkened at Rude's stubborn refusal to die. "And here I tried to make it easy on you by shortening your suffering." He aimed and fired again. The body jerked as the second bullet entered his body from the new angle, then went limp as the projectile exited through his back and embedded itself in the tile. He was certainly dead this time, his skin already ashen as his blood was pulled down by gravity, the pool of blood forming around him clinging to his outstretched limbs to remind Damien disturbingly of a snow angel made in blood. Blood Angel....
"Damn. Now I have to clean this up before anyone else can see it..."
Disturbed yet? Bwah... Many more questions to be answered in the next part! ...But, you have to ask the questions first.. so, review and ask!