Grins evilly Let the Blood shed commence!


Requiem of Blood

The girls run up after the straggling squad, Heinkel having her twin pistols drawn already. "Yumiko, its time to vake up Yumie."

Hesitation shown on the young nun's face. "But…" "NOW YUMIKO!" "Alright…" A glazed look comes over he eyes, but is replaced by a look of ferocity. "Well Hello Heinkel. People to kill Already." The berserker tossed off her abbot her long black hair falling down. She tossed away her glasses and produced a katana. "Let's Kick some ass!" They followed the squad up two levels before they reached the first battleground. Seven cultists and ten mercenaries were in a firefight with Ten Iscariot members. All around them were mostly littered bodies of Vatican agents. Heinkel opened fire, killing four of the intruders. "Amen." Yumie, cackling insanely, rushed them, slicing a man in half. The arriving squad opened fire, taking down the remaining men. Of the original ten men, three remained, Joining Heinkel, Yumie and the other seven Iscariot members.

Heinkel's boot crushes a cultist's corpse's skull. "Zese foolish heathens dare attack us in our own home, zey vill pay dearly for zis!" "Yeah Heinkel, we'll make 'em pay with their own blood as we send 'em to Hell!" She laughed evilly, wiping the blood from her katana on her dress. "Miss Heinkel, Miss Yumie, we're moving on." The two women look at the twenty year old, blonde soldier, being ripped from their delusions of revenge. ""Ve are coming Sgt. Andrews" Nicholas Andrews had been with Section Thirteen for over a year now, quickly moving up in the ranks. The run up the stairwell, coming onto a group of thirty intruders, the Vatican forces here already dead. Andrews' men open fire before they can react, taking down several men. Blood splatters everywhere as Yumie's sword severs arms, heads, legs and disembowels a man. A Vatican operative goes down, several bullets transforming his head into a disfigured mass of blood, flesh and goo. Heinkel lets off round after round, splattering the floor with blood. Another man goes down, a round penetrating his stomach, another going through his throat.

This fashion continues until they reach the first level, right below the ground floor.

Meanwhile……

Brother Blood walks over the corpses of tourists, moving towards the center of the Vatican with an armored guard of ten cultists and ten mercenaries. A psychotic grin twists his lip, beads of sweat on his brow. Though very confident that the battle was his, the wards and the sheer immensity of the Holy energy the place contained made his heart slightly sink. It was by pure luck that he had over come the original wards and it was good fortune the Pope had been evacuated. If the Holy man had stayed, he was afraid he would have lost the fight against him. He would be no match against such a being who could tap and use such immense energies. His breath becomes ragged as they reach the nexus of all this power, the center of the Vatican. He breathes in deeply as he enters a trance, beginning to draw in all this power into his body.

Back to Yumie and Heinkel………

The blood shed is great as both sides take heavy losses. Sadly, for every intruder that goes down two take its place, but with ever agent that is lost, none can replace him or her. Heinkel's face is lit up like the devil fore she fires her pistols nonstop, barely pausing to reload. At her feet lay dozens of body, men and women mowed down before they knew what hit them. Yumie is no better. The girl is drenched in blood, it matting her hair. She darts in and out, killing with a single slash. Her blade is like a scorpion's tail, going in and then out in the blink of an eye. Seconds later, three remain in the room. Andrews moves towards the two women, quickly reloading his Long arm. "You two all right?" Heinkel, turns to him, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Never Better Sgt." Yumie merely grins evilly. "Never had this much fun, so many people to kill, so little time." She wiped her blade on her dress, succeeding only in putting more blood on it. A bang rings out and Yumie screams in pain, her right knee being torn away by a bullet. A dozen more men had entered, one instantly sniping Yumie. "Scheiße!" Andrews returns fire, Heinkel lifting up Yumie and dodging behind some debris Andrews follows, dropping his gun after he runs out of ammo. "I'm out. How's she doing." Heinkel looks up at him. "It doesn't look guut. The bullet completely shattered her kneecap und she's bleeding wery badly. Und I'm out as vell." She ripped some fabric from her shirt, tying it over the wound. The nun winces as this is done. "Hang in the Yumie, don't give up!" The nun's eyes open, having lost their dark nature, her voice softer and kinder as well. "Hein…kel…" Heinkel grasped her hand. "Yumiko!" The nun winced again. "Yum..ie….. went back…. Couldn't…take the pain." The nun fainted then and there. "YUMIKO!" She held Yumiko close to her, tears running down her cheeks. The men drew closer, guns aimed at their hiding spot. Andrews closed his eyes, thoughts running through his head. Damn it! I'm too young to die! I've been here only a year and I'm going to die! It wouldn't be as bad if these two lovely women weren't going to die with me! I'll never forgive myself! I 'm so useless! He feels something warm sticky hit him. Great! I'm such a useless fucker! They've killed them! Those bastards killed Yumiko and Hienkel! What happened next confused him, a split second after the blood splashed on him, something heavy fell in his lap. He opened his eyes, seeing a severed head with a look of confusion and terror froze on it. "What the fuc…" His voice was drowned out by the gunfire. But something could be heard above the gun fire….. it was a voice of a man.

"In th' nam ay th' faither, th' son an' th' holy ghost...amen!"