Later that night, Chipp woke up again to several knocks. These seemed to be louder. Either this was a very angry landlord or something a lot worse...
Chipp immediately got up, and readjusted the clothing he was still wearing. As he did this, he noted the smell of it. He hadn't washed it for a while. In fact, he couldn't remember the past few days too well. It had begun that the drugs nearly took him over. But there was no time, destiny awaited.
He went to look through the eyehole. He could tell already that he was in trouble - four men in suits were outside his door. Chipp felt a chill run down his spine. These were only a few of the mafia members he worked for. And sending four after one man meant only one thing...
The silver-haired man slowly took a couple steps back and opened the door. The four men filed in and formed a curve around the man.
"So I see you all came for my cheap ass, eh?" Chipp said, cracking a grin. This was his last chance to fight back and break free.
"You've been stealing from us," One of the men said. "So now we're going to take it back. Don't hesitate, it will make everything easier."
Chipp winked at the four of them and as one pulled their gun out, he jumped up to the broken ceiling and grabbed onto a loose pipe. He took the pipe in both his hands and ran at the man with the gun. Before any shots could be fired, Chipp ducked low and ran past him, shoving the blunt end of the pipe through the man's stomach. Without any hesitation, the other men in the room drew their knives while the gun holder fell face-first to the ground bleeding to death, the pipe sticking out of his back. Chipp stood right next to the door, with three men still staring at him.
One man lunged at Chipp and took a large swing, but Chipp evaded and the man's fist ran straight through the plywood wall. Chipp swung around the back of the man and with his entire body, shoved the man straight into the wall. His head slammed into the brick part of the wall, and with the concussion fell down to his knee, bleeding and unconscious.
"You want more? Come on and get it, suckers." Chipp said, still grinning in his confidence. Only two men remained, and the first two seemed so easy to him.
This time both men ran at him with their knives. Chipp grabbed one man's arm and held it in the air while the other swiped at Chipp's abdomen. He managed to get one cut out but immediately Chipp swung backhanded straight into the man's face, sending him spinning onto the floor. Chipp then glanced at the man whose arm he held, spun him around and head butted him in the forehead, sending him stumbling backwards.
Chipp examined his cut quickly, seeing it wasn't too bad, but when he looked up, the two men had gotten up and were charging at him. He immediately ducked down, kicked out their legs, sending them straight into the wood floor. Without thinking, Chipp took the two long daggers that were in their hands and pierced them into the hearts of his two fallen enemies. As he removed the two knives, blood began to spurt out of the men's chests.
Chipp looked down to see his shirt was covered in blood. Killing seemed almost natural to him, and it didn't even occur to him that he had actually just killed other humans.
"Survival of the fittest, ya dickheads." He said, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
Chipp then headed for the door, but saw more men with suits coming down the hall. This time, all equipped with guns. Chipp's jaw dropped.
"Holy sh--" a gunshot flew by his head. "Time to go! Sorry fellas!" He said as he ran back in his room and tried to open the window. But just as Chipp suspected it would be, the window was jammed. He had never fixed it because he never needed to, but now he needed an exit. The men were already at the door.
"Come with us, Zanuff."
"Christ, guys. Enough's enough." Chipp said with a big smile. He ran at the window on the opposite side of the room that was now filled with the sound and smoke of gunshots and jumped shoulder first into the glass, shattering it as he fell into the alley behind the building. He started running out of the alley, but a figure came around the corner just as he was about to leave. The narrow alleyway would not allow him to get past this person. Chipp looked up at him in the moonlight. The figure stood taller than Chipp who was already rather tall himself, with short black hair and an evil look on his face.
"B-b-boss... how great to see you!" Chipp said slyly.
"There's no way you're getting out of this one, you little bastard. You're mine!" Boss Jiro said.
He reached out for Chipp, but he only jumped backwards. The Boss continued to walk towards him slowly, as Chipp backed up. Soon Chipp's back was to a large wall, completely impassable. He at this point would not have given up hope, but now he prayed on the inside for some salvation. For one moment, he left his body for what seemed an eternity.
In his surreal dream, Chipp confronted a heavenly figure.
"Where am I?" Chipp said, bewildered.
It spoke in a very soft but authoritative voice, "Chipp Zanuff. You are here because you have your one last chance. Change your ways and become enlightened, or remain stubborn and face your consequences."
Chipp looked around and saw nothing. "I don't want to die. Not now."
"Then you will change your ways."
"To the best of my ability, just don't let me die..." He pleaded.
The figure slowly dissipated, and he returned to the scene where he opened his eyes to see his boss looming over him. His intimidating look never truly made Chipp afraid, but Chipp stood in his place awaiting his punishment.
"You're going to pay for what you've done, Chipp," Boss Jiro said, holding Chipp by his collar and raising his fist.
Chipp looked over the boss's shoulder and saw a man standing there in black. He had thin white hair and wrinkled skin, noting to Chipp that he was an old man who happened to be in the right place at the right time. Chipp looked up to see his boss again, hoping the old man could do something.
"Let him go." He heard the old man say. The boss turned around and stared at him.
"Oh, and what will you do, old man?" The boss said, holding his stance.
Before Chipp could dust himself off, the old man threw his fist into the boss's stomach, and with both hands, brought the boss's head to meet his knee with incredible force. Jiro merely toppled over, suffering from the major concussion and bleeding profusely out of his nose. Chipp jumped up in the air.
"Damn! That was amazing!" Chipp said. The old man turned and began to walk the other way. "Old man! Please, come back! You have to teach me your defense and attack! I'll be your student!"
The old man looked back over his shoulder. "Chipp... the art of Ninjitsu is a very strictly disciplined form of fighting. You would be wise to learn it, but a fool to learn it in your condition."
"How did you--- never mind..." Chipp looked flabbergasted. Was this his salvation? Was this his chance to change? Did he really want it? "Then I will choose to be wise." Chipp finally said, and ran to the old man. "Chipp Zanuff, your disciple." He said, and bowed.
"You will call me Tsuyoshi. Let us go, this place is dangerous."
As the walk off under the moonlight, a dark figure passes in the shadows, laughing...
Chipp immediately got up, and readjusted the clothing he was still wearing. As he did this, he noted the smell of it. He hadn't washed it for a while. In fact, he couldn't remember the past few days too well. It had begun that the drugs nearly took him over. But there was no time, destiny awaited.
He went to look through the eyehole. He could tell already that he was in trouble - four men in suits were outside his door. Chipp felt a chill run down his spine. These were only a few of the mafia members he worked for. And sending four after one man meant only one thing...
The silver-haired man slowly took a couple steps back and opened the door. The four men filed in and formed a curve around the man.
"So I see you all came for my cheap ass, eh?" Chipp said, cracking a grin. This was his last chance to fight back and break free.
"You've been stealing from us," One of the men said. "So now we're going to take it back. Don't hesitate, it will make everything easier."
Chipp winked at the four of them and as one pulled their gun out, he jumped up to the broken ceiling and grabbed onto a loose pipe. He took the pipe in both his hands and ran at the man with the gun. Before any shots could be fired, Chipp ducked low and ran past him, shoving the blunt end of the pipe through the man's stomach. Without any hesitation, the other men in the room drew their knives while the gun holder fell face-first to the ground bleeding to death, the pipe sticking out of his back. Chipp stood right next to the door, with three men still staring at him.
One man lunged at Chipp and took a large swing, but Chipp evaded and the man's fist ran straight through the plywood wall. Chipp swung around the back of the man and with his entire body, shoved the man straight into the wall. His head slammed into the brick part of the wall, and with the concussion fell down to his knee, bleeding and unconscious.
"You want more? Come on and get it, suckers." Chipp said, still grinning in his confidence. Only two men remained, and the first two seemed so easy to him.
This time both men ran at him with their knives. Chipp grabbed one man's arm and held it in the air while the other swiped at Chipp's abdomen. He managed to get one cut out but immediately Chipp swung backhanded straight into the man's face, sending him spinning onto the floor. Chipp then glanced at the man whose arm he held, spun him around and head butted him in the forehead, sending him stumbling backwards.
Chipp examined his cut quickly, seeing it wasn't too bad, but when he looked up, the two men had gotten up and were charging at him. He immediately ducked down, kicked out their legs, sending them straight into the wood floor. Without thinking, Chipp took the two long daggers that were in their hands and pierced them into the hearts of his two fallen enemies. As he removed the two knives, blood began to spurt out of the men's chests.
Chipp looked down to see his shirt was covered in blood. Killing seemed almost natural to him, and it didn't even occur to him that he had actually just killed other humans.
"Survival of the fittest, ya dickheads." He said, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
Chipp then headed for the door, but saw more men with suits coming down the hall. This time, all equipped with guns. Chipp's jaw dropped.
"Holy sh--" a gunshot flew by his head. "Time to go! Sorry fellas!" He said as he ran back in his room and tried to open the window. But just as Chipp suspected it would be, the window was jammed. He had never fixed it because he never needed to, but now he needed an exit. The men were already at the door.
"Come with us, Zanuff."
"Christ, guys. Enough's enough." Chipp said with a big smile. He ran at the window on the opposite side of the room that was now filled with the sound and smoke of gunshots and jumped shoulder first into the glass, shattering it as he fell into the alley behind the building. He started running out of the alley, but a figure came around the corner just as he was about to leave. The narrow alleyway would not allow him to get past this person. Chipp looked up at him in the moonlight. The figure stood taller than Chipp who was already rather tall himself, with short black hair and an evil look on his face.
"B-b-boss... how great to see you!" Chipp said slyly.
"There's no way you're getting out of this one, you little bastard. You're mine!" Boss Jiro said.
He reached out for Chipp, but he only jumped backwards. The Boss continued to walk towards him slowly, as Chipp backed up. Soon Chipp's back was to a large wall, completely impassable. He at this point would not have given up hope, but now he prayed on the inside for some salvation. For one moment, he left his body for what seemed an eternity.
In his surreal dream, Chipp confronted a heavenly figure.
"Where am I?" Chipp said, bewildered.
It spoke in a very soft but authoritative voice, "Chipp Zanuff. You are here because you have your one last chance. Change your ways and become enlightened, or remain stubborn and face your consequences."
Chipp looked around and saw nothing. "I don't want to die. Not now."
"Then you will change your ways."
"To the best of my ability, just don't let me die..." He pleaded.
The figure slowly dissipated, and he returned to the scene where he opened his eyes to see his boss looming over him. His intimidating look never truly made Chipp afraid, but Chipp stood in his place awaiting his punishment.
"You're going to pay for what you've done, Chipp," Boss Jiro said, holding Chipp by his collar and raising his fist.
Chipp looked over the boss's shoulder and saw a man standing there in black. He had thin white hair and wrinkled skin, noting to Chipp that he was an old man who happened to be in the right place at the right time. Chipp looked up to see his boss again, hoping the old man could do something.
"Let him go." He heard the old man say. The boss turned around and stared at him.
"Oh, and what will you do, old man?" The boss said, holding his stance.
Before Chipp could dust himself off, the old man threw his fist into the boss's stomach, and with both hands, brought the boss's head to meet his knee with incredible force. Jiro merely toppled over, suffering from the major concussion and bleeding profusely out of his nose. Chipp jumped up in the air.
"Damn! That was amazing!" Chipp said. The old man turned and began to walk the other way. "Old man! Please, come back! You have to teach me your defense and attack! I'll be your student!"
The old man looked back over his shoulder. "Chipp... the art of Ninjitsu is a very strictly disciplined form of fighting. You would be wise to learn it, but a fool to learn it in your condition."
"How did you--- never mind..." Chipp looked flabbergasted. Was this his salvation? Was this his chance to change? Did he really want it? "Then I will choose to be wise." Chipp finally said, and ran to the old man. "Chipp Zanuff, your disciple." He said, and bowed.
"You will call me Tsuyoshi. Let us go, this place is dangerous."
As the walk off under the moonlight, a dark figure passes in the shadows, laughing...