Chapter 4—Sucks to be them…
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"What did you just say?" Hope blurted out, as the rest of them sat forward, hands clenching weapons, Hopes booted foot ready to propel her spear into a trembling hand.
"You may call me Mistress for now, and if you didn't hear me, I said that you now belong to me. You were sold by your creators to be my elite killing team." She said, remembering when the head professors had come to here with the DNA of the original knights of the round and offering her the chance to by the most elite killing team ever to be made and assembled. She had thought them crazy, but had been intrigued by the suggestion and look were that had gotten her.
"That can't be right. Why would they do that?" Black muttered, his ashen face plastered with shock.
"Because you were born to kill, and you will do that shortly. I will give you the chance to give your creators hell for selling you, and the rewards for obeying me will be fruitful indeed." She said wriggling as if uncomfortable, "accidentally" causing her skirt to fide up farther, showing of thighs and black thong panties, her breasts swaying seductively.
The boys were practically tripping over each other to do as she recommended, and the girls looked at each other and then decided that the professors and their minions were in for a little retribution any way and nodded their consent.
"Ah, very well. Tomorrow they will learn just how well they taught you.
They all sat in another long black vehicle that was floating effortlessly above the city followed and led by hundreds of other vehicles that floated and bobbed past them. Police wearing black and silver liveries and wielding stun pikes rode or walked all over the city, flirting with the ladies and threatening all that looked like they might, or have, broken the law, and if one did then one would find out how well those stun pikes worked.
Their vehicle came to a halt and the door slid open silently, allowing the scant moonlight in to glint off of black armor and sheathed weapons. Mistress sat in the corner, wearing a tight white shirt and short crème colored skirt.
"They await your blades my friends, lets not disappoint them…"she trailed off at her implications and then gestured with her hand and Dante was the first to leap from the vehicle sword ringing free and was followed closely by his brothers and sisters, naked blades gleaming in the moonlight.
The guard that was posted on the roof top ran at them, stun pikes buzzing as they thumbed them on. Dante met the first, sword ringing against his opponents weapon and then turned aside as he swept it away from him and reversing his swing took the guards throat. Blood clouded the air as Winter and Vergil minced another guard and one more fell to an expert toss from Hope. One more remained and he lunged at Roslynn who side stepped and swept her blade across his back, opening a long red gash that severed his back bone. He collapsed in a spasm on the ground as she turned to face her brothers and sister, weapons bloodied, the need for more gleaming in their eyes.
"Shall we?" Rose asked, motioning to a door, her hatchet dripping were she had finished what Hope's toss had begun.
"We shall." Alex agreed running up to the door and with leaping spin kick knocked the door in, the metal slab clanging loudly on the steps.
Dante rushed through the door, followed closely by Alex and the others. Guards barred their way and they were cut down, those that couldn't reach combat, leaping over railings and down levels to engage the enemy in a bloody game of leap frog that left a trail of bloody massacre in its wake.
They reached the professors quarters were more guards blocked their path, stun pikes buzzing in sweaty palms, as the blood soaked party lined up against them.
The professors had been roused from bed and appeared in pajamas and long coats. "Halt or you will be killed." One said, pulling coat closer about him to ward off the ever present chill of the place.
"We'd rather not, you know, might get cramps from suddenly stopping." Alex said bringing his sword up.
"Yeah, we'd hate to loose all the momentum we've built up." Rose said, her ample bosom rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
"Then you must be eliminated." Another professor said and slashed the air with a pale hand, signaling the charge of the guards in front of them. The hall quickly became a whirl of weapons as the knights cut down the on rushing guards in heaps, forcing their companions to crawl over their own dead to get to them, only to be added to the heap of dead.
The last few fell in a few swings and thrusts, leaving the professors to flee. The first, of five, was beheaded by a close line of Dante's sword, his white haired head coming off as his body continued to run, blood painting the walls and Dante's armor.
Another fell to Winter and Vergil's tag team. Vergil took his spectacled head, while Winter split him from breast to balls, blood painting them crimson.
A spear in the back ended another ones days and the last two were cut down by the remaining knights at the lobby entrance, their withered bodies hacked to pieces by razor sharp blades.
When they were finished they returned to the roof top, covered in blood not their own and felling well satisfied at the revenge they had wrought on those that had created, sold and wronged them in doing so.
The black vehicle hovered there, waiting on them, the door open, no doubt Mistress waited in side.
They climbed in to find another, armored and armed, man sitting next to here, handsome features highlighted in the moon light. They all clambered in, bloody messes that they were, the girls as close as they could get to the newcomer and the boys staring fixedly at Mistress, who still wore her half unbuttoned white shirt, having misplaced her bra somehow, her short crème colored skirt riding way up, red thong plain to see.
"I see that tonight was a success, let me give you all your rewards, as she motioned to the man sitting next to her, who slid over to the girls, and her shirt becoming more unbuttoned as she drew in a deep breath. A most fitful night indeed…
Sorry if it's a bit belated. Hope I answered any and/or all questions.
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