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"Victim to the Streets"
Written By MissaSmoke
Rated M for violence, strong language, heavy drug use, and some crude humor and sexuality.
Author's note - This story is based on the TGS saga. It occurs after the events in "Tengu" and CSHayden's prequel/continuation of Tengu, "Ronin".
----------Chapter 5 - Invasion, Part1 ----------
Chris gave loud grunts as he slammed his fists into the heavy bag. The bag recoiled, and he delivered a hard right hook to it. He continued to pound on the bag, as he had been doing for the past fifteen minutes. Zack was at the other corner of the room, bench-pressing around a hundred-and-fifty pounds. That was a considerable amount of weight, for someone his size. But, growing up in the Bronx had made him strong. The gym they were working out in was actually a room in the castle, which had been turned into a gym by the clan. The two boys were going about their business, when the gym doors opened. The boys stopped what they were doing. Kirin waslkd into the room, carrying what appeared to be two long sticks. Bo staffs. Chris knew them when he saw them. He watched as Kirin flipped one of the staffs around, before throwing it in his direction. He caught the staff with both hands. "Last time we fought, you had unfair advantage." Kirin explained. "I'd like to see how well you can defend yourself." Chris chuckled at this, and replied, "I'll take that challenge. You willing to get your ass kicked" Kirin himself gave a small chuckle. "I am a Weapons Master. For you to defeat me would be a miracle." Chris shrugged, and got into position. "I guess I better start praying." He lunged at Kirin with the staff, swinging it around the underside of his arm as he whipped it out at Kirin's head. Kirin narrowly dodged the staff, visibly watching as it passed right over his muzzle. He counterattacked with a hit of his own, a sweep attack aimed for Chris's legs. Sensing this move, Chris did a jump-
kick to both dodge the hit, and attack Kirin's unguarded face. Kirin's staff made the wind whistle as it went under Chris's elevated body. He didn't even notice Chris's heel coming towards his right temple. The kick hit him hard and fast, leaving him stunned momentarily. Zack, who had been watching from the other side of the gym, ran off to inform the others.
Zack ran through the stone hallways of the castle, to the den, where the whole clan was relaxing and enjoying their sunset meal. When he reached the den, he stopped to catch his breath. "Hey everyone!" He called. This got their attention. "Chris and the green dude are having a stick match in the gym!" This definetely got everyone's attention. They immediately took off towards the gym.
"Feel like giving up!"
Chris delivered another hit with his staff, only to be blocked by Kirin, who reversed the hit, and slammed the upper part of his staff into Chris's jaw. Groaning, the boy fell back. But he wasn't done yet. Just then, the whole clan entered the gym. They watched with both concern and awe as the two continued their match. Kirin leapt into the air, and brought his staff down, aiming for Chris's head. Chris raised his staff, and blocked the hit, countering with a roundhouse kick, which Kirin nimbly dodged. "Who trained you!" The gargoyle shouted, in-between hits. "You first!" Chris replied, swinging the staff once more towards Kirin's head. Kirin tried to duck, but this time, Chris was ready. He flipped the staff, and the underside part of it smacked Kirin in the side of the head. Kirin let out a roar of pain, but quickly regained his posture. "I was trained by Master Setsu of Ishimura." he grunted, blocking an overhead swing from Chris's staff. Unexpectedly, Chris delivered a sweep hit, which slammed into the back of Kirin's knees, bringing him to the floor. Chris positioned the staff at Kirin's neck. "Well, I was trained by two gangs, a prison, and a broken home." Kirin dropped his staff. Chris had won the match. He let Kirin get back on his feet, and they both took the time to catch their breath. Chris admired his handiwork on Kirin's face. "You gonna be okay with that cut?" he asked, pointing to the gash on Kirin's left temple, which was bleeding. Kirin shrugged. "Wounds will heal. And what of your wound?" he replied, motioning to Chris's jaw, which had a bleeding bruise on it. Chris nodded. "It's not broken, so it'll be fine." He handed over his staff to Kirin, Who caught it, and held out a hand. "This was an interesting fight." he remarked. Chuckling, Chris shook Kirin's hand, and replied "Yes it was." Kirin went to put the staffs away. Zack walked over to Chris, and tossed him a towel. "You all right, homie?" he asked, patting Chris on the back. Chris nodded, and used the towel to wipe the sweat and blood from his face. "I'll be cool. DAMN that dude hits hard." Zack chuckled, and took the towel back when Chris was done. "Hey, you held your own, right?" he asked. Chris nodded. "Damn straight. Won by three hits." Just then, Kirin re-entered the gym. Zack tossed him a fresh towel. Kirin thanked him, and used it to wipe away his sweat and blood. Ariana rushed to her mate's side, and checked the wound. "Wow." she commented. "He hit you pretty hard." Kirin shrugged. "It will heal. Perhaps you could help it heal..." he suggested, wrapping an arm around her waist, and pulling her closer. They locked lips in a kiss that only a mated couple could share. Zack took a remote from his pocket, and used it to turn on a radio in the corner of the room. Cypress Hill's "Lowrider" blared loudly from the speakers. The clan didn't seem to mind. Ariana, Graeme, Lucy, and Brooklyn were genuinely listening to the music. It was only fitting that it appeal to the younger, and some of the older, generations. Ariana and Lucy moved their bodies to the beat. Their mates watched in awe, as both of the girls started a little 'Girl play' routine. "Why are you doing this?" asked Kirin. "Yeah. Why?" Graeme agreed. The girls laughed. "Because we can." Ariana replied. "Yeah." Lucy agreed. "Now everyone besides our mates, Exit stage right." Chris and Zack chuckled, and slapped high-fives. They followed the rest of the clan out of the gym, hearing the doors lock behind them. The music got louder.
-----Meanwhile, outside the Castle-----
"Boss? This is Cypher One. Ready to launch Project Throwdown. Is the payment ready?"
"Yes"
"Good. Me and My Crew'll take em' out in one sweep. Those kids and monsters don't stand a chance."
"Shall I have the amount wired to your Swiss account, Mr...McArthur?"
"Yes, and make sure you transfer half the amount to Mr. Charles Steele, who is assisting me in this matter."
"Done. You may proceed. Boss out."
"Got it, boss. Doing the deed."
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"Dude? What're you doing?"
Chris shrugged, and set down the metal casing. He twisted two of the copper wires around back of it, and inserted them into the connecting points on the block of C4. "Since when are YOU the bomb scientist?" Zack repeated, still unsure of what his friend was doing. Chris sighed, and rose to his feet. He yanked off the safety goggles, and grabbed the papers on the end table. After comparing his bomb to the plans, he found he was only missing one crucial ingredient - Plutonium. Cursing under his breath, he put the bomb and plans away, and used the remote to switch on the Stereo, which was playing 2pac's "Changes." He sighed, and fell onto the bed, pulling his black beanie over his eyes. Just then, the window shattered. The two boys leapt behind the bed. They watched as a man entered the room through the shattered window, and another one followed. They exchanged expectant glances, before turning back to the men. At Chris's count, the boys flipped the bed over, revealing their guns. Zack kicked the mattress, knocking one of the two men over. He and Chris grabbed their pistols and opened fire, making sure the men were dead before checking them. Zack holstered his pistols, and grabbed one of the dropped M4's. Chris did the same, and they both went out to the den. The clan had heard the commotion, and wondered what was going on. The two boys quickly filled them in on what had happened, when--
:EXPLOSION:
"Oh, SHIT!"
Everybody fled for their lives as the stone wall caved inwards. A force of around eighteen men came in through the wreckage, and opened fire at the clan, which had hidden behind the stone walls. "GUN!" came Brooklyn's cry. Zack answered it, sliding his pistols into the gargoyle's hands. "GO!" Chris yelled. He and Zack jumped from behind their stone blockade, and opened fire with their M4's, ripping through both the intruders, and the stone area surrounding them. The men retaliated with bursts of machine-gun fire, to which the boys jumped back behind the walls. Brooklyn rushed out, and emptied his pistol clips at the men, wounding at least three of them before going back into hiding. Ejecting his empty clips, he groaned in frustration. "I need some mags!" he yelled over the gunfire, hoping the others would hear him. In response to his cries, Chris tossed him two clips, and they all resumed their assault, taking out the men one-by-one. Just then, Chris's gun clicked empty. Seeing his chance, he threw it down, and ran up to one of the men, who was busy trying to reload his gun. Screaming, Chris delivered a sharp roundhouse to the man's right temple, knocking him out cold. Seeing this, one of his partners pulled out a knife, and swung it at Chris, barely missing the boy's neck when he dodged. Chris threw a straight right punch, which caught the man in the jaw. The man stumbled back, stunned. Using this to his advantage, Chris leapt into the air, and delivered a spin kick directly to the man's neck, shattering it. The man dropped to the floor dead, with a trickle of blood coming from his mouth. One of the other men grabbed Chris, and pinned the boys arms behind his back. "HELP!" Chris screamed. Seeing his best friend captured, Zack lost it. He opened fire on the man holding him, blasting him a new hole in his head. Chris broke free of the dead man's grip, and ran to Zack's side, drawing his pistols. They both opened fire on the rest of the men, downing a total of five. Counting the bodies in the room, there were ten men left standing, from the twenty-man crew. And they were all out of bullets.
"MOVE ON, MEN! KICK THEIR ASSES!"
The boys took this as a challenge. They dropped their guns, and took fighting positions. Seeing this, Brooklyn's family also took up positions. Drawing their knives, a group of five men started towards them. Chris jumped from his position on the floor, and took down one of the men. Another tried to free his comrade from Chris's grasp, but Zack quickly took care of him. The two boys beat down the group one by one, killing some, knocking out others. The clan simply stood by and waited for the other men to try something. Suddenly, one of the men drew his gun. He aimed it directly to Chris's head. A loud roar shook walls, as Brooklyn tackled him down, snapping his neck with his hands. Finally, the rest of the group ran into the fight. Brooklyn's family went into action, and the entire group was immediately subdued. Everyone picked themselves up from the floor. They thought it was over. But it wasn't. Another section of the wall blew away, as two new men entered. They were both large, well-built men, with an array of weapons at their sides. Chris and Zack recognized them immediateky. "HOLY SHIT" Chris screamed. "It's the hitters!" He and Zack scrambled for their guns. Seeing this, the men drew their own guns, and opened fire. Brooklyn and Kirin gave loud roars of pain before falling to the ground. The rest of the clan quickly gathered their wounded, and went for shelter. Chris cocked his pistols, and blasted one of the men twice in the chest. He groaned when he heard the bullets 'THUD' against the double-vest. They gave a clatter as they bounced onto the stone floor. The two men erupted in laughter.
"Sorry, kiddies, looks like your toys are broken!"
"Yeah!"
Chris snickered. "Not just yet, bitches..." The two men stopped laughing. Chris nodded to Zack. They ejected their clips, and produced new ones from their belts. Cocking his guns, Chris fired a shot at the wall. It ripped a hole clear through the stone. The men stepped back. "Shit..." one of them remarked. "Cop killers..." Now it was the boys' time to laugh. They took aim, and got ready to fire. Just then, one of the men swung a knife towards Chris, who let out a scream as it sliced through his hand. He dropped his guns, making himself vulnerable. The man rushed in, and shoulder-tackled Chris to the ground. Zack was about to blow his head smooth off, when the man's partner gave him a hard right to the jaw, causing him to fly backwards. Growling, he jumped to his feet, and delivered a left hook to his attacker's face. The man stumbled back, but quickly regained his senses. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Chris was wrestling with his attacker, who had him pinned down and was punching him hard in the temples. Grunting, Zack shoved off the roundhouse that his opponent had delivered. He jumped and countered with one of his own. His man managed to duck, and gave him a sharp kick in the back of his knees, which brought him to the ground. Zack groaned in pain, his kneecaps hurting. The two men brought the boys to their feet, and pressed their guns deep into the boys' temples. They were about to pull the triggers, when--
"--Let em' go."
The two men paused, and took the time to check their surroundings. Two pistols cocked, and the command was repeated, this time with more anger in the tone of voice. "LET EM' GO, OR I'LL GIVE YOU ANOTHER HOLE TO THINK OUT OF!" One of the men nodded to his comrade. Then he felt the gun barrel bury itself into the back of his neck. In a move completely unexpected, he let go of Chris, and whipped out a knife, swinging it at the person behind him. Adam nimbly dodged, and, at the same time, pulled the trigger of his gun. The shot rang out, and the man fell dead. Adam had, as promised, torn a hole through his head. The other man was petrified. It was evident in his shaking. Zack saw this, and smiled. In one movement, he broke free of his attacker's grip, and delivered a sharp kick to his scrotum. The man groaned, and fell to the floor. Jackson aimed his gun at the man's head. He turned to Zack.
"Is it over?"
Zack looked to Chris, who nodded. "It's over." Understanding, Jackson holstered his gun. Chris tossed him some duct tape. "Tie this bastard up! Yo Adam... If he so much as blinks wrong, you take him out." Adam nodded, and proceeded to help Jackson tie the man up. The clan came from their hiding places. Brooklyn went over to the boys. He had a bandage wrapped around a new hole in his left shoulder. Chris noticed. "You okay?" he asked. Brooklyn merely nodded. "I'll live..." He then turned to the bound man on the floor. "What about him?" Chris chuckled. "Let the boys have him. Give em' about an hour. He'll crack" Brooklyn had a confused look on his face. Sighing, Chris explained. "These fools know what they're doing. With one hour, some fists, and a knife, we can get whatever the hell we want from him. Your body can only last so long before it breaks. The mind can break, too." Brooklyn then understood. "Just make sure they don't kill him." was all he said. Chris chuckled. "Please. Jack's known for his sick fantasies. And none of them include KILLING the target." At that, Jackson walked up to them. He turned to Chris. "I got this all planned out. Where's the glue gun and the stiletto?" Chris pointed to the room. "They're on the floor. Get rid of the bodies if you can." Jackson nodde, and went to get his stuff. Chris and Zack led Brooklyn away from the scene, to his own room. Chris whistled when he saw it. Brooklyn's room was a treasure trove of books and clothes. For a gargoyle, he had enough clothes to fill five closets. Zack found it funny. Brooklyn sat down on his bed, which was a WATERBED, if you can take the hint. Zack sat next to him, and took out his suture kit. Chris paced around the room for a few seconds, before pulling out his pack of cigarettes, and sticking one in his mouth. Brooklyn reminded him that smoking was not allowed inside. Chris shrugged, and opened both of Brooklyn's bedroom windows. Then, he stated the fact that there were bodies in the castle. "That's enough trouble." he said. "Why you worrying about some smoke?" When Brooklyn said nothing, He lit up the cigarette. Just then, screams rang out through the halls. Brooklyn got up, and was about to go check it out, when Chris shoved him back onto the bed.
"You don't wanna go see that shit."
Brooklyn thought it over, before agreeing. More screams followed, until someone began to plead for their life. Chris was halfway done with his cigarette, and Zack was patching up Brooklyn's wound. At that moment, the door to Brooklyn's room opened. It was Adam. "Y'all better come see this." He said, before heading back out, with the others at his heels. They rounded the corner, and went into the den. The man was tied to a chair. Brooklyn grimaced when he saw it. The man had cuts adorning his arms and chest. There were bumps across his forehead. Brooklyn noticed that they weren't bumps, but drops of hot glue. Jackson stood facing the man, with the glue gun in hand. "YOU WANT MORE!" he shouted. The man shook his head 'no'. "Well, you better start talking!" Jackson replied. The man sobbed, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. Jackson gave him a hard right to his temples. The man grunted in pain. His cry of 'NO!' could be heard beneath the duct tape. "I'll tell you everything..." came his muffled words. Jackson looked to the others for an answer. When Chris nodded, he ripped the tape from the man's face, taking some skin off with it. "Talk!" he instructed. "And it better be good." The man groaned painfully,
before speaking.
"My name's McArthur..."
Chris smirked. "WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE, fucker! GET TO IT!" The man cleared his throat, and continued.
"Anyway... My crew was supposed to take you and your friends out. They were gonna pay us twenty million... But it doesn't matter, 'cause there's around five or six more people who took that job... Including your friend..."
Chris ran up to McArthur, and smacked him in the side of the head. "SHUT UP!" McArthur growled, and locked eyes with Chris in anger. With a loud roar, he tore through the duct tape binding him to the chair, and went for Chris's throat. Chris moved out of the way, and tripped him onto his back. He then drew his pistol, and fired two shots into McArthur's forehead. With a look of disgust on his face, he instructed Jackson to dispose of the body. Jackson got up from his chair, being careful of the wound on his leg. Chris and Adam helped lift the dead body to its feet. They took it to the top of the tower, where they threw it off. "More power to anyone who sees that fucker laying in the street." Chris remarked. They all laughed. Chris led them back into their room, where Zack was straightening things out. He had bagged the other two bodies, and they were propped against the wall. He had straightened out the room, the bed was back in order, as were the guns in between the two mattresses. Chris admired his friend's work. "You do a good job." he said. Zack scoffed in reply. "Just don't expect me to be your maid or something." Chris ignored this remark, and went and got Graeme's laptop. The beaked green gargoyle was out with his family, getting the other bodies checked into the city morgue.
"What're you doing?"
Chris was silent, as he continued his work. He tweaked the logon script, allowing him to access the laptop as the System Administrator. "I'm gonna find out where O.E. is." he replied, still typing. The others crowded aroud him. "And how the fuck do you expect to do that?" Jackson asked, confused. Chris chuckled. "Remember O.E.'s little 'pet bomb'? I put a gypsy under the wraps of the C4." The others were dumbfounded. "WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL US THIS SHIT BEFORE!" Adam yelled. Chris shrugged. "You never asked." He went to Command, and tped in a few lines. It brought up a connection screen. Chris tapped into the Gypsy's GPS connection. After a few more minutes of typing, he came to a map screen. It was an arial photo of the entire Tri-state area, taken just a second before. The computer beeped, and a section of the photo lit up. It was North Brooklyn. Chris double-clicked, and the photo was enlarged to show the whole of the Brooklyn area. Another section lit up. Chris double-clicked once more, and it took him to an apartment complex. A small part of the complex beeped and flashed red.
"Got him."
"Where is he?" asked Zack. Chris typed in a few more commands, and came up with an answer. "The Garden Complex. Brooklyn Heights. Somewhere between rooms 509 and 518. On the fifth floor." The group congratulated Chris on his findings. "So when do we hit him?" questioned Adam. Chris checked his watch. "Not tonight, that's for sure. I'd say... Tomorrow morning, when he's in stone sleep. That is, unless he finished that Magic thing he was working on a couple of years ago." Adam thought for a moment. "So, these guys won't even know we're gone?" Chris shook his head. "They'll know... I found these green crystals in Brook's room. They're gone during the day, but they're always back at night. I think they use em' to stay up late." Everyone groaned. "So how do we get past them?" said Jackson. Chris smiled. "It's easy... we just go full stealth. You know, like back at boot camp." Everyone was still worried. "WHAT?" Chris questioned. "We've done this before. We can do this now." After a quiet conversation, the group reluctantly agreed.
---END---
That was Chapter five, folks. The next Chapter will be Invasion Part 2. Hopefully, you guys/girls will R&R. I've yet to see a review, but I'm cool like that.