Disclaimer: HOW STUPID OF ME!? Last chapter I deliberately made Megumi Lee and Riyu Tanaka almost direct carbon copies of the characters O-Ren Ishii and Gogo Ubari from the greatest movie of all time Kill Bill and didn't disclaim them. Also, the whole set up is based on the movie as well in this chapter, including her entourage and Rin is based on the French-Japanese bitch Sophie. Sorry Quentin Tarantino! They're all yours!
Gothic, you asked where Monica was, so this chapter is almost all about Monica kicking ass with a katana! Oh, and Skinner comes back, but it's almost all about MONICA! READ!
"They'll never see,
I'll never be,
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger burning deep inside of me…"
Evanescence, Lies from Origin
Chapter 19: Brides Attack, Monica Loses It, and Nobody Knows what side Darcy's On
Megumi Lee waltzed from their hotel room, dressed in her somewhat ceremonial white kimono, a large red bow wrapped around her slender waist while her jet black hair was pinned in classic tradition, two chopsticks sticking out from the left side of her scalp, holding her beautiful jet block locks still. Her katana was on her back, hung from the sash about her waist and ticked into the bow, but always within reaching distance. The whole hotel staff dared not approach her and her entourage.
Following close behind was Riyu, dressed in her classic Japanese school girl attire, her red nails clashing horribly with the dark blue colour of the skirt and the jacket. Her almond shaped eyes followed every person standing in the lobby off the hotel, her hands clutching a small wakasashi, the traditional suicide blade of the samurai. In the backpack she carried was her secret weapon, the long mace she could wield as a whip when she wasn't using her hands to inflict pain.
On Riyu's right side was their personal lawyer and shopper, Rin Hotaru, a proud pure blood Japanese who handled all legal and fashion affairs. It was she who was responsible for making them look as great as they could at the cost of Ryan Trent and the payers back in Tokyo. She was also in charge of taking care of the Tokyo affairs, making sure their legacy and other delegates of their Underground business were behaving themselves in Megumi's absence. She was very good at what she did as well.
Behind them were eight of her samurai guards, following close in pairs, making frightening looks at the men and women in the lobby. The hotel manager did not even try to stop them. He simply watched the party leave to the limousine outside, all eleven ready to begin their massacre to win back Trent's other 'wife', Morgan Warren.
Of course, Megumi had no idea of Morgan's purpose in Ryan's life. She was under the impression that she and Riyu were the only women in Trent's life and that Morgan was just another mislead agent. To her, Morgan Warren was only not being killed off because Ryan had told her not to, and had Ryan's hand not handed her paychecks so often, she would be sure that Riyu would be slurping her blood within minutes.
They marched into their limo, she, Riyu and Rin sharing one and the other eight trailing on motorcycles behind her. Rin grabbed her ringing cell phone, answering quickly and smiling at the sound of her lover's voice. She spoke about how happy she was to hear from him but that she was very busy at that time and couldn't talk long. When he continued pushing the conversation, Rin did something that was very unexpected, stringing together a thousand obscenities in a row before finally hanging up. She brushed a lock of hair from her face.
"Bastard." She spat in her native tongue. Riyu laughed to herself, sliding her blade out of the sheath.
Monica had debated it over and over again before she cocked her gun and walked to the basement with every intention of ending the black haired bitch's life in the basement before the day was through. She marched angrily to the stairs, the only though in her mind of her daughter and her husband, one being held against her will by a killer who was more terrible than she felt a human being could be, and the other was following a assassin who was possibly the daughter of agent Scully. The day, in her opinion, could not get any worse.
She grabbed the door handle when she heard the doorbell ring. Her eyes moved to the sheer curtains on the door, the silhouettes of several people standing outside. She ignored them anyways, but they rang again. The second ring issued a frustrated conversation in Japanese, one she could not possibly understand. She could distinguish a female voice however, giving a stern order for one of the males to follow. There was a moment of silence before the door was kicked open again.
Megumi walked in calmly, her feet soft on the stone tiles of the floor and making barely any noise. Riyu followed, the wakasashi in her hand and the sheath in the other, fully ready to make use of the weapons she held with a bloodthirsty gleam in her eye. Rin waved the men through the house, still on the phone with whoever she entertained with her time, talking with a large grin.
"Rin." Megumi said clearly, halting the conversation. "Get off the phone or I'll cut out your tongue." Rin's smile faded and she immediately hung up without saying goodbye. Megumi smiled softly, lips together as she called out to the empty house.
"Bring us the woman you are holding captive and I will let you keep your lives." Megumi said in English that was thick with her Japanese accent. "If not, I will kill you all."
There was nothing the resembled a response from the house. Riyu was growing impatient and thirsty, licking her lips so they were glossy with saliva. Megumi stood very still, drawing her sword. The blade hummed as if touched the air, ringing shrilly as she moved it from its home and held it with both her hands. She switched back to Japanese.
"Kill them all." She ordered. Her men moved through the house.
Monica ripped open the door in her basement, meeting the dark and sadistic stare of Morgan Warren who had regained consciousness and was perched on the bed, giving up in the process of opening the door. She didn't have much time or energy to do anything as Monica aimed quickly, tightening her finger on the trigger. She jumped off, tackling into her captor, knocking the gun from her hands.
They scrambled for a moment, punching one another with all their strength. Morgan bashed her forehead into Monica's collarbone, satisfied when she heard the bone snapped. The adrenaline was so high in Monica's bloodstream that she barely noticed the pain and quickly flipped Morgan off her and into the wall, causing the dry wall to crack from the force. She wasted no time in getting to her knees and crawling to the gun, taking aim on her assailant with dead accuracy.
Two of the samurai raced down the stairs, catching sight of Monica and immediately rushing for her with sword drawn. Angrily, Monica killed them both with deadly shots to their heads, pieces of skull blasting off behind them in their wake. Their bodies fell and more arrived, surrounding her and Morgan.
"Get off the ground!" They ordered Morgan in Japanese. She nodded and followed orders, easing herself to her feet. Monica sneered and tripped her, Morgan's head slamming into the wall and knocking her out cold.
By now, Monica was beginning to grow very angry. Already today her home had been broken into twice, her daughter was kidnapped, her husband was God knows where, and she had a broken collarbone. She vowed right then that none of the men would live to see their mistress again, and she would take all their lives and the lives of the women upstairs before she would allow herself to die.
Riyu slumped on the stairs, picking her nails with her sword blade. She glanced up at her mistress, kneeling in the centre of the floor in traditional position, waiting for the deed to be done downstairs. Rin returned from upstairs empty handed, shrugging at the absence of residents in the home. Riyu finally got to her feet, storming off angrily.
"Riyu." Megumi's voice stopped her in mid stride, causing her young apprentice to turn slowly. All the while, Megumi's eyes had not opened. "You will stay here and wait."
"I will not."
"You will." Her mistress's eyes were burning in anger. "You will stay here or I will collect your head."
"Empty threats." She said, turning on a heel. Megumi growled and swung her sword to point at her apprentice.
"They are promises, Riyu, if you disobey me." She growled like a beast as Riyu turned back and slid the wakasashi back into the sheath. She stormed back into the foyer just as Monica came up and stood in the archway, immediately shooting at Rin who was coming down the stairs. She turned her gun to Megumi but found the clip empty and tossed the infernal weapon away, drawing the stolen katana from the basement on Riyu who came close to her. The teenager laughed, mocking her in Japanese. Megumi silenced her, coming forward.
"Where is the black haired woman?" She asked, holding her katana at rest.
"Downstairs." Monica said.
"And my men?"
"Also downstairs." She said. Megumi sneered, looking over at Riyu.
"Then you won't mind if you fight my apprentice." She said coyly, moving away from the battle to over see from upstairs. Monica held the sword awkwardly, having no experience with it but knowing it was the only weapon she would get her hands on for now. Riyu was young anyways, right?
The small girl giggled and dropped the small dagger on the ground, pulling off her bag and grabbing the chain from inside, lifting the heavy weapon from inside and coiling the chain from her hand. Monica took a very deep breath, her shoulder in agony, the adrenaline starting to wear off.
It kicked back in as Riyu started to spin the mace, gaining momentum. Monica breathed heavily and didn't wait for a warning before she attacked.
Ridder was waiting in his office, Meredith handcuffed and asleep on the couch, the drugs still wearing off in her small body. He looked at the clock on his desk, glancing back at the door, and then back to the clock. He was growing worried and impatient, seeing as how Darcy had left no time for conversation when she called. She had said what she needed to and hung up, leaving it at that.
He looked at the girl on the couch, her blonde hair pasted to her face and around her head like a great golden halo. David Ridder was not a pedophile like others in the business. He was a respectable gentleman when it came to woman. He was intrigued by the girl, her angelic features as only genetic engineering could produce. She resembled nothing of her mother, her skin too fair and hair too light. As for her father, it was in the way he had heard her speak, her methods of 'persuasion' that he had noticed John Doggett. She was forceful and resourceful, working off her surroundings. He thought that perhaps he could use her when it was all over, hiring her on into the 'family' as Darcy's protégé. Of course he'd have to rid the world of John Doggett and his wife first, but that wouldn't be too hard.
Oh please, Ridder. You just lost your best assassin to them. You're not invincible.
I AM INVINCIBLE. He reminded himself. I am Invincible and I am immortal. Agents like John Doggett come and go, but I will always stay the same.
Darcy opened the door and tossed in her cargo, John Doggett landing on his knees and hands, his wrists bound with rope that Darcy had found lying around. Her red hair swung around her back, the blood covered locks touching her skin and clashing terribly with her white face. Ridder got up and smiled, seeing blood dripping from John's head.
"I thought for a moment you were lying, but you really have outdone yourself this time Darcy." He said, nearing her with the air of a father instead of an employer. She did not allow him to touch her at all. "And here's the man who has been giving me a hard time all day. Did he hurt you at all?"
"No." She replied simply. "He didn't."
"Good. Where's Morgan?" He asked her. Darcy cocked a brow. "Yes, where's Morgan? Trent has been breathing down my neck all day about that bitch so where is she?"
Darcy didn't answer. Ridder groaned. She was ordered out of the office and not to return until she had retrieved Morgan. Ridder looked down at John Doggett and to his daughter, and instead of ordering them to be sent away together, he called for John to be taken down to the prison cells in Level 4 until the drugs wore off or he ordered otherwise.
They did so, but Darcy followed close behind, stalking them with a gun in her hands.
Riyu laughed girlishly at Monica's awkward stance. She swung the ball and chain faster.
"I am going to enjoy watching you die." She said in Japanese, making Megumi smile at her apprentice's skill. Monica's lips curled into a snarl.
"Whatever, bitch." She said, rushing up to meet the chain. As if she were doing a dance, Riyu swung the ball to the sword, grabbing hold of it like a whip and tossed it away, swirling the ball in a figure 8 position in front of her, making Monica run around the room, unarmed.
"How do you expect to win?" Megumi called. Monica looked up and Riyu let the ball fly to her chest, knocking her back a few feet, winded but not finished. Riyu snarled, flipping the ball around her neck and letting it soar once more, this time into the waiting hands of her opponent. Monica absorbed the blow with her palms and jumped to her feet, the ball ripped from her hands. She caught sight of the katana not far from her, and darted to it, spinning it up just in time to block off the attack of the mace once more.
It sun at the blade, slashing at it with blades that grew from the sides quickly, before returning to Riyu. Monica got to her feet, batting off all of Riyu's attacks. Riyu smiled to herself spinning the ball around her back and catching the sword once again, catching it and Monica's throat at the same time. It wrapped around Monica's neck once, cutting off air. Riyu grinned and stepped closer, wrapping the chain about her arms and holding it taut.
The katana was still in front of Monica's eyes, held to her face by the chain at her throat. She pulled it from the chain and stabbed forward, getting Riyu in the stomach.
Riyu fell forward onto the sword, her grip loosening. With the next breath of air Monica screamed and slashed Riyu's throat, splattering herself with blood and flesh from the stroke. Riyu fell to the side and Monica stood up, looking at Megumi.
The Japanese half-breed came down from the stairs, clapping slowly.
"You cannot depend on luck to defeat me." She said, clearly and confidently. Monica smiled softly.
"Fine, I won't." She looked just over Megumi's shoulder to the kitchen. Megumi turned and the bullet hit her between the eyes, knocking her over.
Walter Skinner walked out of the kitchen. Monica pulled the cell phone from her pocket and dropped it on the floor, dropping the sword with it as she looked around the foyer. Again it was painted with blood and death, and she collapsed to her knees in despair.
John couldn't breathe when they tossed him inside the metal cell. He recognized the smell of rotting corpses from other cells next to him and he cupped his hands over his mouth, trying to pry his wrists apart.
His surroundings were dark and gloomy, much like the prisons of medieval era or somewhere around there. He could hear soft voices from somewhere off, weeping of women or children. He coughed and tried to push himself from the wall, unsure of how long he had been out cold.
That bitch…he amused himself with thoughts of Darcy's death at his hands for a moment, anger boiling inside him. He heard what he thought was her voice at the end of the dungeons, and if he listened carefully he could hear the sounds of a gun being fired.
Wait a minute…I did hear that…
She opened the door to his cage and walked inside proudly, standing above him with the gun pressed to his forehead. She slammed the tip of a needle into his bicep, injecting the contents quickly enough. John felt the drugs wear off, but he was forced to suppress the feelings of rage as she held the gun to his temple.
"Get up." She ordered gruffly, stepping back. He got to his feet using the wall behind him for support. Darcy handed him the gun.
"Let's go." She said.
"What the hell do you mean? You get me caught only to let me go again?" He turned the gun on her.
"I told you…"
"Who the hell are you working for?" He demanded. Darcy looked behind her at the passage into the prison.
"We don't have time for this…"
"Who do you work for?" He asked again. This time, footsteps answered him, along with Ridder's voice. Darcy breathed heavily and pushed him outside the cell.
"Go down that hallway and through the door. Take the elevator to the top floor, grab your daughter, and take the elevator to the basement where you can get out without being seen." She pushed him. "GO!"
Doggett didn't have time to ask her whether or not she was lying to him. He watched for a moment more, grabbing the handle on the door and shutting it behind him just to hear the sounds of limbs hitting flesh and gun shots.
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