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Chapter 26: Push too hard and they snap
I sat in silence for a few moments as I 'considered' the Merovingian's offer. In reality, the chances of him actually letting us walk out of the door seemed slim. It was more likely that he'd simply kill us all when I delivered the heads, or perhaps, he'd keep them alive assuming he had more tasks for me.
I had no strong desire to kill the Oracle, I also knew that she would be needed if humanity was to be saved and this 'Neo' guy was to be restored to his benevolent self. I also had no delusions that I could defeat Seraph; I'd seen him fight when the programs came through the wall of the Oracle's apartment, I had about as much chance of severing his head as I did of shitting out of my hands.
When all around you seems hopeless, the mind can do some pretty strange things.
I shot to my feet and at the same time extended both swords. The guards were quicker then I expected, but they presumably believed that I was going to make a last ditch lunge for the Merovingian; instead, I jumped up and sprang backwards off the end of the table, this resulted in their guns facing the wrong way as I lowered my swords and sliced the front two's heads in two.
As I landed, the other two quickly pointed their guns at my head, after a quick swipe of my left hand sword, the guns, and the hands holding them, fell to the floor. The resulting screams of pain from the programs were abruptly halted as I buried my swords into their chests. They fell to the floor in almost perfect symmetry.
I wasted about three seconds feeling surprised at my unexpected success, I half expected to wind up as a graceless, bullet riddled heap on the elaborate marble floor.
After I'd sufficiently recovered, I prised one of the guns from the surprisingly tenacious grip of the severed hand and pointed it towards the Merovingian who was, at the time, making his way quietly towards what looked like an escape route intended for such situations as this one. He paused abruptly and shot me a facial expression that was as much anger as it was fear. The woman was inhaling more quickly now with obvious panic, but at the same time, somehow, she looked as if she was ready to burst out laughing. This didn't do much to improve my tense state of mind.
"Sit down." He did so, and I tried to suppress the feelings of sudden blood lust and power that were coursing through me.
"Remember," the voice was disturbingly calm, "your friends are still downstairs."
"Yes, we'll have to do something about that won't we?" My voice sounded ridiculous in my own ears. I never felt right making threats, I always preferred slicing people, "have them brought here, intact, conscious and armed, now."
The volume of the final word was louder then I had intended; it did make him flinch however.
"By the way, if one person walks through that door," I gestured behind me with one sword," I'll put three bullets in your face."
The Merovingian slowly pulled a suave looking mobile phone from one of his pockets, pressed a few keys and started muttering into the device in French.
I sighed and shot him in the arm.
The phone fell to the table and he screamed in pain and what I believe was fury. This didn't seem like the kind of person who was used to getting shot.
"English please." I said in a soft tone of voice, "I'd like to know what you're saying."
He groaned and looked up at me.
"Quickly," I said, my voice lowered somewhat, "before they send a rubber coated security team through the door."
He moved his working arm to the phone and once again began to speak into it.
"Razor," his speech was frequently interrupted by hisses of pain and heavy breathing, "No, I said. No, don't worry about it, everything's fine. This will all be sorted out soon. Look, get the Ascended foo", he paused and cast a worried glance to me, "the ascended ones their weapons and send them up here. No security, no, listen to me. You stupid fuckwit, I said no security. I told you, this will all. Be sorted out soon."
In the corner of my eye, I noticed that Persephone or whatever she's called was watching on with what was now calm amusement. She seemed to be overjoyed at the Merovingian's pain and humiliation. This was creepy.
It took almost ten minutes for the others to arrive, when they did I snapped my head around to make sure that this wasn't a team of goons come to shoot me. At first they stood in the doorway, staring at me with what I can only assume was surprise; they were too far away for me to determine their facial expressions.
"Come on, whilst we're young." I tried for an amused calm but I was too tinged with relief, which consequently slipped into my voice. I have expected to see bloodied, beaten shells. Instead they all looked healthy and ready to rip the Merovingian apart with their bare hands.
"Now," I said, turning back to the Merovingian, my voice sounded even more ridiculous now that the others were here, "How would you suggest we go about…"
"You'll never make it out of here alive." The voice was a fusion of anger, pain and pride. "Even if you kill me, the others will cut you to pieces."
"Then it seems I have nothing to loose."
I extended my arm and pointed the gun at his face.
"Wait!" A surge of sick satisfaction went through me as I sensed the fear in his voice.
"I wasn't going to ask you how we leave; we can just smash in that window and jump to the nearby roof. I was going to ask how we go about finding Neo."
"I can take you to him." He knew I was going to kill him; his only chance to survive was to make himself useful to us.
"We don't need him," this was Manticore talking, the others had all fanned out and were covering possible entrance points, "the Oracle will direct to Neo when its time, if we have to go after him that is."
"Thanks Manticore, now I look like an idiot."
We both sniggered at that. The Merovingian apparently decided that he had nothing to loose and darted for the door that was a few meters to his right. I quickly took aim and fired three bullets into his back.
The silence that followed was a little unnerving. Everyone looked at the floor's latest corpse with disbelieving eyes, as if the Merovingian being dead was a paradox, after a few minutes, this subsided.
Persephone's grin soon erupted into a maniacal laugh. Like I said, creepy.
Right, now for replies:
Angel-of-lightness: All wrong, I never actually saw the second Harry potter film, and I never think about the Backstreet boys as long as I can avoid it. Anyway, thanks for your reviewings.
Agent Josie: That sounds like one evil crow. Thanks to thee, I've now found a nice thing to say about Martham, there are a fair number of owls and bats, and hardly any pigeons. You do get seagulls though, they usually lurk around Flegg High School which is a shithole anyway, oh well, thanks for reviewing.
Tai Wilson: Damn scholarships, envy inspiring things. Oh well, like I said yesterday, enjoy Jacksonville. By the way, I'm ahead of you hour wise, I think. Thanks for reviewing.
Chapter 26: Push too hard and they snap
I sat in silence for a few moments as I 'considered' the Merovingian's offer. In reality, the chances of him actually letting us walk out of the door seemed slim. It was more likely that he'd simply kill us all when I delivered the heads, or perhaps, he'd keep them alive assuming he had more tasks for me.
I had no strong desire to kill the Oracle, I also knew that she would be needed if humanity was to be saved and this 'Neo' guy was to be restored to his benevolent self. I also had no delusions that I could defeat Seraph; I'd seen him fight when the programs came through the wall of the Oracle's apartment, I had about as much chance of severing his head as I did of shitting out of my hands.
When all around you seems hopeless, the mind can do some pretty strange things.
I shot to my feet and at the same time extended both swords. The guards were quicker then I expected, but they presumably believed that I was going to make a last ditch lunge for the Merovingian; instead, I jumped up and sprang backwards off the end of the table, this resulted in their guns facing the wrong way as I lowered my swords and sliced the front two's heads in two.
As I landed, the other two quickly pointed their guns at my head, after a quick swipe of my left hand sword, the guns, and the hands holding them, fell to the floor. The resulting screams of pain from the programs were abruptly halted as I buried my swords into their chests. They fell to the floor in almost perfect symmetry.
I wasted about three seconds feeling surprised at my unexpected success, I half expected to wind up as a graceless, bullet riddled heap on the elaborate marble floor.
After I'd sufficiently recovered, I prised one of the guns from the surprisingly tenacious grip of the severed hand and pointed it towards the Merovingian who was, at the time, making his way quietly towards what looked like an escape route intended for such situations as this one. He paused abruptly and shot me a facial expression that was as much anger as it was fear. The woman was inhaling more quickly now with obvious panic, but at the same time, somehow, she looked as if she was ready to burst out laughing. This didn't do much to improve my tense state of mind.
"Sit down." He did so, and I tried to suppress the feelings of sudden blood lust and power that were coursing through me.
"Remember," the voice was disturbingly calm, "your friends are still downstairs."
"Yes, we'll have to do something about that won't we?" My voice sounded ridiculous in my own ears. I never felt right making threats, I always preferred slicing people, "have them brought here, intact, conscious and armed, now."
The volume of the final word was louder then I had intended; it did make him flinch however.
"By the way, if one person walks through that door," I gestured behind me with one sword," I'll put three bullets in your face."
The Merovingian slowly pulled a suave looking mobile phone from one of his pockets, pressed a few keys and started muttering into the device in French.
I sighed and shot him in the arm.
The phone fell to the table and he screamed in pain and what I believe was fury. This didn't seem like the kind of person who was used to getting shot.
"English please." I said in a soft tone of voice, "I'd like to know what you're saying."
He groaned and looked up at me.
"Quickly," I said, my voice lowered somewhat, "before they send a rubber coated security team through the door."
He moved his working arm to the phone and once again began to speak into it.
"Razor," his speech was frequently interrupted by hisses of pain and heavy breathing, "No, I said. No, don't worry about it, everything's fine. This will all be sorted out soon. Look, get the Ascended foo", he paused and cast a worried glance to me, "the ascended ones their weapons and send them up here. No security, no, listen to me. You stupid fuckwit, I said no security. I told you, this will all. Be sorted out soon."
In the corner of my eye, I noticed that Persephone or whatever she's called was watching on with what was now calm amusement. She seemed to be overjoyed at the Merovingian's pain and humiliation. This was creepy.
It took almost ten minutes for the others to arrive, when they did I snapped my head around to make sure that this wasn't a team of goons come to shoot me. At first they stood in the doorway, staring at me with what I can only assume was surprise; they were too far away for me to determine their facial expressions.
"Come on, whilst we're young." I tried for an amused calm but I was too tinged with relief, which consequently slipped into my voice. I have expected to see bloodied, beaten shells. Instead they all looked healthy and ready to rip the Merovingian apart with their bare hands.
"Now," I said, turning back to the Merovingian, my voice sounded even more ridiculous now that the others were here, "How would you suggest we go about…"
"You'll never make it out of here alive." The voice was a fusion of anger, pain and pride. "Even if you kill me, the others will cut you to pieces."
"Then it seems I have nothing to loose."
I extended my arm and pointed the gun at his face.
"Wait!" A surge of sick satisfaction went through me as I sensed the fear in his voice.
"I wasn't going to ask you how we leave; we can just smash in that window and jump to the nearby roof. I was going to ask how we go about finding Neo."
"I can take you to him." He knew I was going to kill him; his only chance to survive was to make himself useful to us.
"We don't need him," this was Manticore talking, the others had all fanned out and were covering possible entrance points, "the Oracle will direct to Neo when its time, if we have to go after him that is."
"Thanks Manticore, now I look like an idiot."
We both sniggered at that. The Merovingian apparently decided that he had nothing to loose and darted for the door that was a few meters to his right. I quickly took aim and fired three bullets into his back.
The silence that followed was a little unnerving. Everyone looked at the floor's latest corpse with disbelieving eyes, as if the Merovingian being dead was a paradox, after a few minutes, this subsided.
Persephone's grin soon erupted into a maniacal laugh. Like I said, creepy.
Right, now for replies:
Angel-of-lightness: All wrong, I never actually saw the second Harry potter film, and I never think about the Backstreet boys as long as I can avoid it. Anyway, thanks for your reviewings.
Agent Josie: That sounds like one evil crow. Thanks to thee, I've now found a nice thing to say about Martham, there are a fair number of owls and bats, and hardly any pigeons. You do get seagulls though, they usually lurk around Flegg High School which is a shithole anyway, oh well, thanks for reviewing.
Tai Wilson: Damn scholarships, envy inspiring things. Oh well, like I said yesterday, enjoy Jacksonville. By the way, I'm ahead of you hour wise, I think. Thanks for reviewing.