Finally the next chapter is finished! –does victory dance- w00t! Fawruh me n00bs! Sorry you had to see that. I'm not going to be doing separate points of view anymore so it's all going to be third person viewing!
Chapter 3: A Dead Bird Goes A Long Way
A look of supreme shock came to Vincent's face at the pure and unadulterated swiftness that the silver man showed. It only took a couple of seconds and even fewer steps before Vicious was inside of his guard and thrusting forward with that mirror bright katana. Two quick pistol shots snapped off both missing but coming close enough to their mark to make the assassin sway his aim just a little. Vincent's rough cotton trench coat was cut as easily as a hot knife through butter as he spun to his left around the outside of the blade. It was an odd irony that the hand gun in Vincent's left hand was too large to fit into the narrow angle of shot that he was presented with so instead the ex-soldier drove the butt of the hand gun, twice, into Vicious's shoulder before a wide swipe forced him to back away from him. The fanatical grin that had been crested across Vicious's face had been replaced by a set frown of concentration, the look of someone who had underestimated an enemy and had just learned a painful lesson in caution.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Vincent's gravelly voice broke through the quickly rising battle lust, adding its own thrum to the battle. The pistol was still up and aimed towards Vicious though only 4 bullets remained in the barrel. It was obvious that the ex-soldier knew he had to place his shots carefully or he would be in a tight spot, so he edged his foot closer and closer to one of the two chairs in the room.
"Don't know. Apparently you've done something to raise the ire of the Red Dragons. Don't take it personally Vincent but I'll have to kill you now. But don't worry, it'll just be a quick hiss of steel if you'll lower the gun." Vicious replied casually, holding his katana in his right hand almost lazily in a slack wrist. All of his intensity was focused unto Vincent's face, looking for the small twitch that usually precluded an attack. "However…if you tell me something I want to know…then I'll be more then willing to just leave and tell my bosses that you're dead." It was then that he noticed something peculiar coming to his ears. It sounded almost as if someone was coming up the stairs towards this floor. A red haze of anger obscured his vision some as he imagined one of those goons from the Syndicate interrupting his personal matters. If one of those men where in here then he wouldn't be able to get the information he needed out of the ragged looking man in front of him! He still planned on killing Vincent even if he got the information out of him but first he needed to get Vincent to talk to him. One could almost hear him gritting his teeth together at the thought of killing the man before he had too.
"Not interested. I'm more curious about how you know my name assassin…if you're even real!" The gruff words drew Vicious's attention back to his prey more then what he actually said and he became quite surprised to see the ex-soldier hooking his foot on one of the chairs. A moment of curiosity and then he understood, eyes narrowing as Vincent kicked it up into the air, grabbed it in his free hand and launched the feeble missile at the hit man. As the gaunt man expected that brilliant katana came slashing up and into the chairs seat. Inexplicably, probably because Vicious was so distracted, there was not enough force behind the strike to finish cutting through the chair, so instead it stuck fast. Vincent took advantage of the opportunity to leap forward and grab the back of the chair. A twist of the wrist ripped the katana out of Vicious's hand and sent the chair flying away.
Vicious knew what a disadvantage he was at, especially since Vincent still had that mammoth pistol in his left hand. Surprisingly the pistol hit the floor as a savage right hook came across to plant itself in Vicious's cheek stumbling him back. The Titan soldier pressed forward with a back hand across the other cheek which Vicious managed to duck under….right into the plain leather shoe rising up towards him. The tangy taste of blood filled Vicious's mouth as he bit his own tongue and slammed against the wall behind him. Vincent on the other hand was flexing his right hand like an animal does an injured claw. A steady trickle of blood leaked down unto the floor and a pained grimace was on the man's face. To Vincent the world had become a kaleidoscope of swirling golden butterflies that seemed to be focused primarily on the blood that was seeping out of him. It was then that a truly malicious idea occurred to the tormented man and he stepped up to the dazed assassin carefully. Vicious was breathing a little hard and his reflexes had slowed some due to the throbbing in his head and the constant need to spit out blood. Too quickly for him to dodge in his slowed state, the injured hand of Vincent closed around his face and gripped him tightly. Vicious could feel those long fingers digging into his skin with all of Vincent's strength. Both of his hands came up to grab Vincent's wrists and to claw at the skin when he heard a noise that chilled him to the very bones with fear. The faithful crane that was always oh so quiet was squawking as if it life depended on it. Vicious knew for a fact that it only did that on two occasions, when Vicious was in a fit of rage or when Spike Spiegel was near. The hardened hit man began to tremble as the much louder foot steps approached the door and thrashed and kicked all the harder at Vincent.
For his part, Vincent had turned towards the door in confusion at the foot steps and his eyes widened as a familiar bullet shot rang out and the bird's squawking ended. On instinct Vincent's mind categorized what he could gather from the sound alone and could only come to the conclusion that it could only be from IT. He didn't know why but the thought of IT terrified him so much more then the thought of death or of never learning the truth of his existence. From the way that the both of them where situated only Vincent could actually see through the doorway and Vicious could only guess. What Vincent saw awakened strange feelings in him terror and the most powerful yearning that he had ever felt in his limited memory, but he could remember feeling it before in the times he had forgotten. A purple robed woman with tanned skin and sorrowful eyes strode threw the wrecked doorway, a small arm pistol in her right hand and a cloud of oily black feathers preceding her in…
Well there it is! Ta da! I know Kendra will be happier now that Electra is involved even more and I can also bet that some are wondering if I'm going to kill Vicious off. Too bad cause I ain't telling! Alright unto the two more important things. First I need opinions on the fighting in the story and if it was done well or not. And two….-drum roll- the VOTE!
Elektra chases one of the two from the fight and proceeds to hinder or talk to the one remaining.
Vincent abducts Vicious and the two proceed with something I think I have planned out
Vicious takes Elektra as a hostage and escapes back to the Syndicates headquarters and discovers some useful and terrifying information.
Choose wisely or Cerberus shall devour thee! (Not really.)