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Bastard, shooting at a defenseless woman like that...His death will be that much more enjoyable when I make sure every drop of blood is squeezed from his body. I watch as the bullet barely flies over Faye's head. I tipped the gun barrel up with my katana so it flew into the book cases instead of it being a shot to her head. Books and bookends collapse off the broken shelf and one hits her at the base of her neck knocking Faye unconscious under a small pile of books. Her violet hair splayed on the cold floor, her normally alert eyes now closed with thick lashes. Something inside me boils; I find my self slowly loosing control of my rage and anger. I had suppressed it when I figured out the truth behind my parents not ten minutes prior…
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'Blade you know why I am here, you killed my father…I must avenge him before I die.' I narrow my razor blade eyes as he looks at me with a smug expression painted on his tanned features. His favored elite officers are flanking him, Bruce and Daemon; both looking at me with false confidence.
'I am sorry Vicious, but I actually had nothing to do with your father's untimely death…maybe you should have asked Mao and Spike before you killed them.' His words strike me oddly. Mao could have easily been behind the assassination, he was at the time an officer of some decoration.
'Why should I believe your tongue? You have guilt written across your fiery eyes.' I ask carefully and he looks at me in slight amusement. I have never liked the way he acts towards me, always trying to demean me. His tricks will no longer work…I have a job to do and that is to kill him.
'I have never lied to you Vicious…Mao Yenrai led the revolt against your father and used your close friend Spike to get information. Remember dear step brother, children are quite expendable in the Syndicate, so instead of hiring some agent; he just sweet-talked Spike into getting the information to murder your father for him.' I saw a superior gleam come across his slimy face; the two elite members flanking him snicker condescendingly at me. I could care less, however. There is a second emotion underlying the smugness, jealousy.
'I doubt Spike had a choice in the matter Blade, let alone knowing what the information was going to accomplish. Although, having Spike do it instead of you was a wise decision.' I frown, but smirk with my steel eyes. I knew I hit a nerve with him I see his eye twitch. He then turns and starts to laugh a deep, hollow, broken laugh. If laughter could have a color, it would be black. I know what he is going to say next, but it does not stop me from feeling the rage rumble through my arms and chest
'Yes, my father needed to be taught a lesson on who was his true son. So I killed his wife, your mother. Oh, he was not happy about that, but there was nothing he could do. He could not tell the Syndicate that his only son killed the Lady of the Red Dragons now could he?' He smirks, I can tell that he is replaying the scene in his mind about how he went on of sabotaging my strong, beautiful mother and her zip craft. I feel my sharp eyes narrow. I photo of my mother flashed before my eyes and I can no longer forget her.
'You will pay your dues Blade. I shall kill your for murdering my mother for an unjust cause. Of all the reasons I can think of, jealousy of Spike is by far the most idiotic. How could you want to be that man's place? Even if your stupid father coddled him that is no reason.' I unsheathe my katana and take an offensive stance beside the table of drinks he placed in front of me. The action caught one of his guards by surprise and he fires at me, shattering the glasses and spilling their alcoholic contents about the carpet. I back flip behind a couch, my blood leaving a small trail on the upholstery.
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"Did I anger you Vicious? Did beating your whore around make your muscles burn? Did tasting her irresistible strawberry skin make your blood boil?" I see his dark slit eyes flash as I slip my body around and slash back at him, we deadlock, his gun with my katana. They both shake with the intensity of the pressure, I see the veins in his neck and muscular arms bulge and the sweat drip from his forehead. I push him into the back of the couch, his body bending slowing over the wooden couch where my bloodstain is.
"She is not my whore, but you will pay for thinking with your cock and not with your brain." I slam him in his crouch with my katana and he retaliates by taking his free hand and punching me in my wounded side. I take a few steps backwards and he stands upright again, aiming the barrel of his gun at me. He takes a few steps forward, thinking unwisely that he is going to take control of the fight.
"You don't get it Vicious, you are washed up. You have nothing to live for. When I am through with your sorry excuse for fighting, I'll make sure Shin and Faye are dealt with…accordingly." I see his eyes cloud over with unmistakable lust. I have almost forgotten that the bastard is bi-sexual. He killed my mother, and destroyed my chances of gaining my father's glory of ruling the Syndicate. He also thinks he can take advantage of my…Faye, or anyone else he chooses. There is no way I will let him live, I must kill him. This son of a bitch is a sociopath and I will make sure the walls leak blood when I am through.
"I may have nothing to live for, but that does not mean I do not have anything to die for." I charge at him and zigzag my body to the left and right thrashing my katana across his torso as I do so, catching him off guard and blood squirts from his chest. I jump and swing down at a diagonal, but miss as he dives to the left of me, firing rounds which I dodge by diving behind the side of the couch.
"It looks like Faye is a touchy topic…with you…isn't she?" He breaths heavily as blood seeps from his wounds. I grit my teeth as I remember what he said before Faye arrived.
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'Bruce, Daemon please. Let's not bloody our guest before his whore arrives.' I inwardly wince, how does he know about Faye?…wait I didn't mean that…she is not my whore, but that doesn't explain the quickening of my blood in my slowing heating veins.
'Oh, yeah her. Yeah boss I hope she comes. I wanted to take her back at the apartment but Shin stopped me, but here is good too.' I hear Bruce gloat on about his stupid male hormonal whims; for some unprecedented reason, besides the fact that he is a scum pawn of my step brother, I want to make sure he cannot utter a single word when I am through with him.
'She is not coming you senseless bastard, draw your weapon, let's make this quick.' I step foreword and the agents around him step foreword as well, clicking their safeties. I take a defensive stance, preparing to dodge the oncoming bullets when a beeping noise followed by a small blinking light on the intercom turns on.
'Blade sir, we have an approaching aircraft coming from SouthWest. It is a new assault model codename 'Red tail'. We examined it and wouldn't you know that it appears to belong to a Miss Faye Valentine.' I feel something inside of me sink deep within me, something that was like the feeling I had back at the apartment. Fear.
'Good, make sure she enters unharmed.' He looks at me 'I bet you would like to know how we know who she is, Vicious. We ran a nice background check on her when Bruce…introduced himself to her on Callisto. I never knew she and Spike were so close. I wonder if something went on between the two.' The grip on my katana tightens as the words register in my head. He is trying to play with my emotions. I wont let that bastard's meaningless words take hold of me. I must believe that Faye means nothing to me…because she doesn't…at least I don't believe she does.
'I wouldn't be talking Blade; you are the one who envies a dead man because he was loved more than you by that idealist Yenrai.' I feel my eyes glass over with lack of emotion 'You are the one who is pathetic enough to hunt for a man who is already dead, and now you take your superficial frustration out on me when you figured out I killed him.' I see him loose control as he throws a glass of wine at my head; I tilt my head to one side effortlessly dodging the glass as it shatters against the wall.
'Leave us. Bruce, take care of Faye, Daemon you make sure Shin doesn't leave. Try to at least have them half-alive. I like them to feel what their torture is.'
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"Faye is not a touchy topic Blade; you just can't help but to change the subject when you know you are going to loose." I see his dark eyes burn with a black fire as he straightens himself and three rounds at me, two of which I dodge, one hits me in my lower left arm, rendering my arm almost useless. I grimace, now it will be a challenge. I have to wield my katana one-handed. I should have anticipated that attack better, but now I can use my left arm as a shield for the rest of my body because I can't do much else with it anyway. Make your weaknesses your strengths…adaptability is key in battle where you are against even odds.
"Ha, now you cant even hold your own will, let alone a katana with your left arm, this battle is over for you Vicious. The serpent missed his chance to strike at the buzzard and now it will suffer it's own demise!" I see him sprint at me, gun drawn, safety clicked, thinking he has the upper hand just because I am down an arm. I rush at him back, my katana clasped in my right hand firmly as I bring the sword out perpendicular to my body. I swing my long sharp katana as he parries with his gun.
Both weapons fly across the room in different directions from the connecting deadlock. My katana flips blade over hilt and plunges itself into the upholstery of a couch behind me; his gun spins as clatters clumsily to the floor to my right.
"I wouldn't get cocky if I were you Blade, the battle has only begun." I roundhouse him in his ribs with my left foot and take my right fist and connect to his square jaw, catapulting him backwards into the couch that mirrors the one that my katana is stuck in. I see his eyes narrow darkly as mine glisten in triumph that his mouth is now streaming with blood. He spits on the floor and takes a hasty stance.
"Vicious, you know I am a better fighter than you when it comes to fists. I have more powerful muscles; I am stronger than you, more powerful. You have really gone off the deep end if you—" I take two quicksteps and jab him in the gut then sidestep-turn to my left, coming to his backside and power kicking him, with a deadly grace, across the room. He barely catches himself before he comes in contact with the wall near the entry doors.
"You talk too much." My icy voice hisses through his ears like a rattling snake as his eyes ignite. This is working according to plan; he is soon going to loose control. Once that happens, I will be victorious in no time. I feel the blood course through my veins as my wounds become less and less irritating. I feel my left arm become numb, then my upper body, then my legs.
Feeling leaves my body as it is replaced by the syndicate substitute, bloodlust. I want to see my step-brother's blood spread on the walls of his study; I want to see his eyes roll back in his head when I deliver the final blow. I want to show the Syndicate that there is a price for crossing the line, a price for messing with me and living to tell the tale. I want to show the Syndicate that instead of priding themselves on medals of useless status, that they should pride themselves on their integrity, honor and power. Spike stripped me of my integrity, Blade took away my power, and all I have left is a shred of honor and…I snatch a quick look at Faye through my peripheral vision.
"Vicious you will die!" He comes at me punching and kicking sharply and blindly, I have trouble dodging. I manage to get in a few kicks and punches, but my left arm is now unmovable although I disregarding the pain in my side to dodge correctly. I see the anger and rage in his dark brown eyes as I pierce through them with my icy steel ones.
I miss a block and a power-kick gets landed in my gut and I fly backwards across the carpet, my body thumping against the couch where katana is. My blood spurts freely from my split open side and my left arm is now fully scarlet. I feel a heel of a boot press against my bullet wounds and I wince uncontrollably, showing the pain I now feel.
"How does it feel Vicious? How does it feel to die? I wouldn't know considering that no one will ever be able to kill me." I see him smirk triumphantly at me with his gun pointed downwards, He has one bullet left; he only needs one. I narrow my glassing over eyes into his I only have one shot at this.
I feel my two throwing knives in the tattered portion of my left cloak, I have been saving them for an emergency and when he would forget, but I only have one chance I need to distract him somehow. Then I hear a noise from behind the couch, a shuffling of books and a soft moan.
"Vicious!" I hear a shrill cry come from Faye, though I cant see her I wish I can. I sudden prick of my heart makes me realize that Blade's eyes advert upwards, looking at Faye who is in the room behind the couch that I am pinned against.
"Don't worry Faye it will all be over shortly." I hear Blade's sickening voice for the last time. Before he has the chance to react I deftly grab both throwing knives and launch them expertly into his throat. The blood gushes from his jugular, onto my body and splattered some on my face.
I manage to suppress a laugh; I slowly raise my self to a sitting position as I look at Blade, his cold body is not as appealing dead as I thought it would be. I think it is best if I left his blood in a pool around his body, to remind the crack-pot syndicate drones who not fuck with. I hear frantic footsteps come towards me as I lean up against the couch on the floor. I felt my heart speed up a bit from the slowing pace it was taking from the lack of blood.
"Vicious…you're alive." I feel warm arms wrap around my blood drenched body as she knelt down on the floor beside me. My mind reels with 'what should I do nows' as I feel my worn right arm subconsciously come up and run through her violet hair delicately. She pulls back and touches my hand with hers. Surprise and amusement controls her emotions as she leans down, our faces are just about a few inches apart.
"For now, I wasn't going to give that bastard the pleasure of seeing me die." I state, though an undetected flash of humor shows through my eyes and Faye catches it, making her grin.
"I thought you would say something like that." She rolls her eyes and then looks at me again "There has been questions eating away at me…why didn't you just let me die in that alleyway in Callisto or kill me on Bebop? I need to know…why." I look up into her eyes, searching my gray ones for some sort of answer. Her soft pink lips purse shut for a moment and I notice a bruise on her jawline, most likely from Bruce. I feel an anger pulse through me. Then the answer formulated itself in my mind.
"I am not sure." I said simply, faint hints of emotion slip through and I find myself wanting something I have not wanted before in my entire life. I feel my heart thump and my gray eyes bore into her soft emerald ones. All my pain seems to melt away as she smiles. All the blood seems to flow back into my body as she looks down at my punctured torso and she touches my numerous wounds with her delicate fingers.
"Vicious, you have lost a shit load of blood I am going to have to get you to a hospital soon." I see concern flash through my face as she looks disdainfully at my mangled left arm and battered left side, oozing blood freely. It is too late now…what am I going to do if I survive this anyway?
"Faye just let me die here…it's what I came to do." I let my eyes fall sleepily…my vision keeps focusing in and out periodically because of the extreme blood loss. I feel Faye's hands on my shoulders, warming me.
"I wont let you die here Vicious. I don't care if it is what you want to do I wont let you." She lifts her head up her full pink lips parted slightly as her eyes glimmer in determination. I sit up more and place my good hand on the side of her face.
"Why do you care? Why did you bother coming after me?" I ask lowly, my voice filled with conflicting emotion and curiosity; does someone actually care about my well-being?
"I guess I don't like to see you get hurt." I see her blush a bit that makes my chest tighten. My instincts tell me to kiss her, my mind screams just leave her here, you don't know what will happen if you do. She could be just like Julia, she could just use you...she could just ruin your life. I look at her eyes and I make my decision.
I take my hand and push it behind her head, running it through her velvet hair,
and lean her into me. I feel our lips touch and a wave of unidentified emotion surges through me. I have never felt this way, even with Julia. This is something different, something more…whole. I feel my tongue slip across hers briefly before I pull back away from her. I contemplate this new emotion that has overridden all common sense and intelligence, making me act on my instincts and emotion. I wonder…what it could be.
-They all fade away-
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Wow…ok ffnet has been acting up *eyes start to glow crimson* and has not been posting my chapters which have been thoroughly annoying!! Also I have not received any reviews for any of the chapters….grrr *balls hand into fist and it catches on fire* O.o sorry...
Ok I am still grounded and updating will be slow…..sorry guys I feel so badly… I feel like I am letting all of y'all down…. *runs and cries* stupid rents... I am so sorry
HAHAHAHHA they kissed! Yay! But if you think that is the end of this rollercoaster you are really wrong. I wasn't going to have them kiss in this chapter but then I decided to....*^^*
PS- I have nothing against Bi-sexuals I just thought it would explain why Shin rose so quickly through the ranks and stayed in the syndicate after Spike and Vicious fought...he was teachers pet- don't worry Blade never did anything to Shin... ^#^ ;; Yeah I know I have a twisted sick mind, but only compared to some ^.~
Anyway there is only 1 chappie left of the first part…..*suspense* what will happen? Where is Shin and Daemon? Is Jet still pissed off…can Vicious remember his dog's name….
I'm an idiot. Sorry.
PPS Pimpin satan...did you fall off the face of earth? I miss your W.O.W....XD please review If I don't get any reviews I might as well not continue.....hahahahaha I threatened you....take that HA *is high on sugar, caffeine and those little potato sticks*
~your *spring fevered* buddy L.O.H.
