I still don't own anything. This is the sequel to my story Lycanthrope. It takes place ten years after the last chapter of Lycanthrope.
Lycanthrope 2: The Prophecy
Chapter Eleven: Scheduled Demise
Shinji had long considered himself something to be feared, but now he truly knew the meaning of fear as he pushed the door to Kensuke's apartment open. "Not a peer," he whispered.
"Shinji!"
"Holy shit!" Shinji yelped as a red-haired cannonball zoomed around the corner and slammed into him. The next few moments were a blur and Shinji found himself staring at the ceiling. Then a red-haired, golden-eyed face came into view.
"Hello Shinji!"
"Hi Asuka," Shinji said. "Can you get off me please?"
"Why?" Asuka whined from her perch on Shinji's chest.
"Because I can't breath," Shinji managed. Asuka quickly scrambled off of him and stood up.
"Here." Shinji looked up and saw Jen offering her hand. It was almost ridiculous.
"I appreciate the sentiment," he said as he climbed to his feet. "But I probably weight three times as much as you do."
"How much do you weight?" Jen asked.
"One hundred and seventy kilos," Shinji said.
"How can you weight that much?" Jen asked as she stared at him. "There is no way. You aren't big enough to weigh that much."
"Have you ever noticed how a marble is heavier then a ping pong ball?" Shinji asked.
"A marble is denser," Jen said. "You're saying that you're denser."
"Well at least his skull is," a rather ragged-looking Yuji said. "You left me here with her!"
"You're alive," Shinji pointed out. Yuki stalked up to him and glared at him. He had enough time to feel a moment's fear before she grabbed his ear and began dragging him towards the back bedroom.
"You're going to make this up to me right now."
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Jen sighed as the noise in the back bedroom started up again. "They aren't human."
"Obviously," Mana said as she took a drag on her cigarette. "Of course I'm pretty sure that Shinji isn't a normal male lycan either."
"I am jealous." Jen stared at the blue-haired woman calmly reading a newspaper on the couch.
"Same here," Mana said.
"Yeah," Jen admitted. "When are we going to kill this guy anyway?"
"As soon as Shinji gets out of the bedroom," Mana said.
"When's that going to be?" Jen asked.
"This is where I would have made a crack about how he'd be out in a couple of seconds, but then I looked at my watch," Mana said. "Although, he can't last much longer, can he?"
"I don't know if Yuki can either," Rei said. "This is your entire fault."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Asuka demanded.
"If you and Commander Katsuragi had been more supportive then Shinji would have never meant Bob and he would be mine," Rei said.
"Like hell!" Asuka declared. "He would have been mine if I hadn't. . .made. . .him. . .so. . .miserable."
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Shinji stumbled out of the bedroom and managed to make it to the living room before he fell on his ass. He looked at the various women staring at him. The look in their eyes made Shinji learn a whole new meaning of fear. "What?"
"You were in there for eight hours strait," Jen said.
"It was our first time in a bed in a couple of years," Shinji said with a shrug. He lay back on the floor and stared at the ceiling. "We decided to have some fun. What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock," Mana said.
"I'm starving," Shinji said as he climbed to his feet. "It's food time, who's with me?"
"You're going to go out and run around after that?" Jen asked.
"Yeah," Shinji said. "So?" Okay that look was back and it was really creeping Shinji out. He fought the urge to run away. "I'm out of here."
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Shinji leaned back against the side of his SS and checked his watch. "Where the hell are they?"
"They'll be here," Yuki said. "Was it a good idea to send Asuka with them?"
"I had a little talk with her," Shinji said simply. "They're ten minutes late."
"Since when were you such a clock watcher?" Yuki asked.
"Since we got a schedule to keep," Shinji said simply.
"What schedule?" Yuki asked.
"The schedule for Andrew Reynolds' demise," Shinji said.
"There's some blood there," Yuki said.
"Where?" Shinji asked, reaching up to wipe it off. Yuki's hand caught his wrist. She leaned in and her tongue traced his lips.
"Got it." Shinji ignored her comment and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned happily as Shinji's tongue invaded her mouth and then gasped as he hands grabbed her ass and lifted her up.
"They're going to be back soon," she complained half-heartedly.
"I doubt it," Shinji said as he set her down on the SS's hood. Then a black van pulled around the corner with a shriek of brakes. "Damn it." He sighed and stepped back as the occupants of the van climbed out. "What the hell took you?"
"Asuka has to kill some prick who groped her ass," Mana explained. "We got the van."
"So what's the plan?" Jen asked. Shinji grinned. Jen flinched noticeably.
"It's a good plan," he said. "It's just me and you though."
"How come?" Asuka whined.
"Because Jen is highly trained with weapons," Shinji explained.
"Where did you get that duster?" Mana asked. Shinji looked down at his old black leather trench coat.
"What is with you and black leather?" he countered.
"Careful," Yuki added. "You're drooling." Mana absently reached up to touch her jaw and froze.
"That's not funny."
"What do you want me to bring?" Jen interrupted. "I mean do you want me to bring my rifle?"
"Do you have a sub-machinegun?" Shinji asked.
"Yeah," Jen said.
"Get it," Shinji said. "We'll meet you at the airport."
"See you then," Yuki said. Shinji climbed into his car and started the engine. Jen appeared a moment later cradling an FN P90 in her arms. She climbed into the car and quickly buckled her seat belt.
"How many extra magazines do you have for that thing?" Shinji asked.
"Five," Jen said, "not including this one."
"Good," Shinji said.
"You two be careful," Yuki said as she leaned against the side of the SS. "Don't do anything incredibly stupid. What's that smell?"
"One joke and I'll kill you," Jen said, patting the box weapon in her lap. "I mean it Shinji."
"Just don't make me put plastic down every time you drive with me," Shinji said. He turned to look at the smaller woman in time to see her fist flying towards his face. The sheer kinetic energy slammed his face into the driver side window. "Ouch."
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"This isn't a good plan," Jen said as she followed Shinji around the SS.
"It'll work," Shinji said as he opened the trunk. "That means it's a great plan." He reached into the trunk and pulled out his new toy.
"A lot of innocent people could be hurt," Jen said.
"A lot of innocent people probably will be hurt," Shinji corrected as he pulled back the Thompson Model 1928's charging handle and checked it meticulously. Finally he clipped a fifty-round drum to the sub-machinegun and pulled back the handle again. "Just remember, in this world there are killers, targets, and those who forget to duck."
"You're an asshole," Jen spat.
"It'll be fun," Shinji said as he led the way to the edge of the parking garage. "Trust me."
"I trust you about as far as I can throw you," Jen growled.
"You can't throw. . .oh." A black limousine pulled up and Shinji watched as the doors opened. His near perfect night vision allowed him to pick out his target. "There he is."
"Right," Jen said.
"Empty all your magazines," Shinji said as he raised his Tommy guy and flipped the fire selector to full.
"You're going to hell."
"I know," Shinji said. "The devil's been bother me for years to join her." His finger wrapped around the trigger and squeezed.
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Jen watched as Shinji showed his ID to the guard at the gate and drove out onto the private airport. "There it is."
"Right," she said quietly.
"What's wrong?" Shinji asked in annoyance.
"That wasn't a good plan," Jen said angrily.
"It was a great plan," Shinji argued as he drove up the ramp to the private NERV jet's cargo hold.
"How is emptying three hundred 5.7mm rounds into an old man, his car, and his entourage a good idea?"
"Plus five hundred rounds of .45 auto," Shinji said absently. Jen glared at him. "It looks like a mob hit."
"I know," Jen said. "How does that do anything for us?"
"That man had been tied to the American mafia, but never convicted," Shinji explained. "This looks like a mob hit, so the other members of SEELE will probably think it's a mob hit."
"So they won't expect us," Jen said in awe. Shinji nodded and climbed out of the car.
"Exactly."
"Maybe I don't give you enough credit," Jen said as she climbed out of the car as well.
"Shinji!" Jen winched as a red haired blue slammed into Shinji and knocked him to the floor.
"If you're going to give me credit," he growled. "Give me credit for getting this far without killing her."
"You don't like me?" Asuka asked with a pout.
"Of course I do!" Shinji said quickly
"I take it back," Jen said with a sigh. "You don't deserve any credit at all."
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Kensuke pushed the door to his apartment open and sighed in relief. All of his equipment and furniture appeared to have made it through in one piece. "Well that's a relief," he said as he sat down on the couch and turned the television on. He managed to catch the evening news halfway through.
"Andrew Reynolds was killed when an unknown number of gunmen opened fire on his limousine," the news caster said. "Investigators estimate that almost a thousand rounds were fired from the five level parking garage across the street."
"That sucks," Kensuke said. He paused and frowned. "Why does that name sound so familiar?"
-End
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-Author's notes. Here's just a short chapter to move the story. So here's the story. And yes, I will be milking the Jen/car gag for a while.
