A.N.- This chapter may have a lot more blood and gore than all my other chapters (you'll discover why the rating is why it is now) I would not suggest this chapter to vegetarians 'cause it is a butcher shop he's going to. I wouldn't recommend this chapter to non-violence enthusiasts (but I don't think any would read this fan fiction any way).

This chapter's also got a cliffhanger, you'll see why though later.

11

THE PEKING DUCK

I drove as fast as I could to the Peking Duck. Angry rap music blasting on my speakers along with my police sirens and lights. I kicked on the last of my NOS as I drove at top speed to the butcher shop. As soon as I saw the street I pulled a sharp turn and turned off my lights and sirens. I didn't want to draw attention to myself, not yet anyway. It didn't take long for me to find The Peking Duck. I parked the car and I went to the door of the butcher shop and went in.

It looked like a normal Chinese butcher shop. With meat in cooling refrigerators to keep it from going bad, chickens sat in cages, and a variety of slaughtering knifes hung on the wall near the door and behind the counter. Halfway on the counter a Chinese man lay sleeping.

I let my anger boil as I grabbed one of the butcher knifes off the wall near the door. I went to the man on the counter, my rage had reached it's peek. I grabbed him by the wrist and raised the knife, and sent it crashing down upon his fingers. The knife sliced through easily, cutting off a few ofhis fingers.

"AHH!" He yelled as he awoke from the pain. He jerked up, his finger's flying.

"WHERE'S MY BROTHER,CREEP!" I yelled at him.

Blood from his finger stubs stained his crisp white apron. His face had gone deathly pale.

"Tá zhèr! He here!" the man yelled backing into the door behind him, blood now oozing from his fingers. "Shāsi tā! KILL HIM!"

He disappeared to the back room. Two other Chinese butchers came at his calling, one carrying a hatchet the other a meat cleaver.

I turned to them.

"IF CARY'S HURT I'LL FLAY YOU BASTARDS ONE-BY-ONE!" I yelled to them getting into a fighting stance.

"Your ass is so dead!" One of the butcher's yelled.

I went at the butchers, angrily swinging my butcher knife at one of them. They dodged and swung their knifes at my side.

I dodged and jump-snap kicked one of them in the stomach. He stumbled back and I threw my knife at him. He dodged the knife but he couldn't dodge the 'tiger sweep' I gave him in the legs.

"Roll up!" I yelled bitterly at him. "Roll up Bitch Roll up!"

He jumped up just as the other butcher went at me with his meat cleaver. I dodged and punched him in the stomach. He stumbled back I grabbed him by his head and gave him four murderous punches in the face. The to finch him off I grabbed him by the hair and knee kicked him as hard as I could

Now the other butcher, I thought.

I swung around….

Just in time to see the other butcher throw his hatchet at me. I narrowly dodge it. It landed in the wall with a THUNK!

"Bad move, Asshole!" I yelled. "You play with fire, you're gonna get burned!"

He ran at me with a shuffle-kick. I front blocked it and gave him a shuffle-kick of my own right in the chest. Then I went at him with two of my hard punches. He fell to the floor, out cold.

Suddenly, I could hear one of the two doors behind the counter open. I swung around to see three more butchers, two with meat cleavers, and one with a machete. I ran to the hatchet that was stuck in the wall I pulled it out of the wall with a yank. I turned to the butchers (who where coming at me at that moment) I chucked the hatchet as hard as I could. It landed right between the eyes of the first butcher.

I went to the second butcher and grabbed him by the arms got down on the floor and threw him over my head. He hit one of the cooling fridge's, shattering the glass. I jumped up to face the last butcher, the one with the machete. I quickly snatched up a meat cleaver and swung around to face him. He ran at me, machete swinging at my side. I blocked it with my meat cleaver. I punched him with my other hand. He fell to the floor.

I heard a slight shuffle behind me. I swung around to see another one of the Triad scumbags. A big bald guy who could probably go for sumo wrestling, if he wanted to.

"Damn, ever thought of the Atkin's Diet?" I asked.

As soon as I said that I realized I probably said the wrong thing. He went at me with a drop-kick that if I had been standing still he would of flattened me.

"Sorry I asked."

I went at him with my meat cleaver. But every slash he narrowly dodged. Then he sweep kicked me to the floor. The meat cleaver flew out of my hands.

"Okay, now I'm gettin' pissed," I said leaping up.

He went at me with several punches. Luckily, I was able to front block all of them. Quickly I gave him a shuffle-side kick that connected with his chest. I then went at him with several punches. He stumbled back. I gave him a 'flying dragon' kick he fell to the floor.

He was just about to get up when I body slammed my elbow into his chest.

All the wind left his lungs with a great whoosh!

I looked to him.

"That's what happens when you test the strength of street knowledge," I told him.

Then I gave him an elbow across the face that knocked him out cold.

-

I went through one of the backdoor to the back rooms of the butcher shop, as soon as I did a smell hit me in strong wave. The smell of blood.

On hooks and on metal tables where dead and skinned raw cattle flesh. It's fleshy vivid red color was the only other color in the drab gray room. Crimson blood dripped from the meat into small pools. It would of nauseated anyone.

"Ew," I said looking at all the dead cattle flesh. "This sure ain't kosher."

"Nick?" echoed a voice off the walls.

I knew that voice. At once relief filled me.

"Cary!" I yelled. Amazed he was still alive.

"NICK!" He yelled. "HELP ME!"

Suddenly the meat on hooks started to move like on assembly line. I turned to see a Triad butcher, hand grabbing a hold of the meat hook and pointing a Sig. Sauer .266 at me. Suddenly another butcher appeared with a Thompson machine gun. Both started shooting at me.

"Aw Shit!" I yelled.

I quickly ran, bullets narrowly hitting my sides, and got behind a plastic container of God-knows-what for cover.

I pulled out my Desert Eagles.

"I'm coming, Little Brother!" I called to him. "I just gotta tenderize some meat first!"

I jumped out from behind the container firing at the guy with the Thompson and the guy with the Sig. I could tell from the blood that was coming out of their gunshot wounds in the chest I got them. I ran up to the body of one of the butchers. I quickly put away one of my Desert Eagles and took up the Thompson. As soon as I did, I heard a faint shuffle behind me. I swung around to see another butcher.

"It's good day to shoot someone, eh?" I called to him and started to fire off my Thompson.

His blood flew onto the door he had just walked through. I quickly put away my other Desert Eagle and picked up the other Thompson. I went through to bloody door to a long hallway. Cattle meat still moved on the assembly line. But it wasn't long until I saw that wasn't the only thing on those hooks.

Dead bodies hung from those hooks as well, hooks through their chest, through their hearts their, blood dried on their chest. It, almost, made me sick.

"Jeez," I said disgusted. "FDA would have a friggenfield day in here."

As soon as I said, that another Triad goon appeared with asawed offShotgun.

I quickly fired off a few bullets until he lay, bleeding, on the floor. One of my Thompson's where out so I went to the dead body and picked up the shotgun. I ran down the hallway to see another Triad goon. He went to fire his rifle at me, but I was quicker, I kicked the gun out of his hand and grabbed him, using him as a human shield.

And it was a good thing I did too. 'Cause as soon as I walked through the door at the end of the hall way I was greeted by several, Triad bastards with machine guns. As soon as they shot the shit out of my human shield I let him fall to the floor and went at the men, shooting off a few rounds. It wasn't long 'til they lay like their comrade.

I ran through the room. Firing off bullets at the Triad jackasses that stood holding on to the hooks and cattle meat on the assembly line.

"Cary!" I yelled. "Where are ya at, Little Brother?"

"Back here!" cried Cary's voice.

I swung around. It sounded like he was in the meat fridge.

"NICK LOOK OUT!" Cary yelled.

As soon as he did. Three Triad goons came rushing out of the meat fridge.

I went to fire at them with my guns.

Click! Click!

OH SHIT!

Quickly I threw my empty guns at them and jumped behind a meat counter. I pulled out my Desert Eagles and reloaded them.

Waited for them to reload their guns when I jumped out from behind the counter Firing off bullets. I landed with a side roll as the Triad goons fell dead to the floor. I ran to the meat fridge. To get Cary out of this mess.