SLAVE

CHAPTER 3

In the night, the SWAT team had no trouble entering the building. They kicked down the doors and stormed in. Room after room they searched. "Nothing here, sir" said one of the SWAT team members. "Damn it!" said the captain while throwing his fists down on a police car. "Did you search everywhere?" asked the captain. "That's a negative, sir. We're searching the basement now," he said.

"Basement all clear sir," another SWAT team member said. "Check the roof," said the captain. "If there's nothing there, just come out," he finished. The SWAT team headed to the roof.

On the roof, there were about 40 guys with machine guns standing guard. They all wore black. All of them were standing in a circle around FUUMA AND KAMUI! Fumma never gave Kamui a break, he always had him in a chokehold or a headlock! Poor little lamb. Kamui had his hands bound behind him. Kamui struggled to get loose, as he always did, but to no avail. "No use struggling, Kamui" Fuuma said while looking at the door. Kamui looked up, "You're never going to get away with this!" Kamui hissed. Fuuma snickered, "Of course I will. These men are all highly trained assassins. They could take a life in a second. If you don't be quiet, I'll have them kill you slowly and painfully," Fuuma said staring down at his hostage.

The SWAT team had heard voices coming from the roof, so they had to be extremely cautious. On the stairs, they moved slowly, then when the time was right, they ran onto the roof. All the assassins started shooting. Kamui and Fuuma backed up until they were behind the air conditioner vent. Kamui closed his eyes and tried to weed out the sounds of yelling and swearing.

It was a huge mess by the time the gunfire had stopped ringing. Fuuma pulled Kamui out from behind they're hiding spot. The site was so gruesome. It was a blood soaked battlefield. Kamui felt like he was going to vomit, had it not been for Fuuma turning him away form the site. Oh thank God, thought Kamui. "Looks like me and you are the only survivors," said Fuuma. He snuggled his face in Kamui's hair. This disgusted Kamui. Eww! Forget the bloody site, this is even more gruesome! thought Kamui.

The captain couldn't get in touch with the SWAT team, so he assumed the worse. They were all dead, or dying. He pulled out a blow horn and called out, "You up there on the roof! This is the captain of the police," said the captain. Oh, I'm saved! shouted Kamui's mind. Fuuma turned his head to the voice and started moving to the edge of the roof dragging poor Kamui behind him. Fuuma made his appearance to the captain. All the police officers put on the spotlights and pointed their guns at Fuuma. Kamui closed his eyes and turned his head away from the blinding lights. Fuuma chuckled to himself and called out, "well hello down there!"

"What business do you have with me?" Fumma asked. The captain was about to answer but then saw Kamui and gasped. "Oh God!" he whispered. "Everybody lower your guns! He has a hostage!" Everybody did as they were told. The captain sighed, he had to bring in a negotiator. About 1 hour passed. Fuuma had grown bored holding onto Kamui, so he tied him to a post that was sticking out of the building about 4 feet away from the edge of the roof. Kamui had passed out from exhaustion.

"Well?" asked Fuuma to the police. "What are your requests?" asked the captain. Fuuma looked around down below. "Where's your hostage negotiator?" asked Fuuma. The captain grunted. "No one is available," sighed the captain. "Aaww, poor you," Fuuma said sarcastically. "Will you allow me to come up to you unarmed so we can talk man to man?" asked the captain over the blow horn. Fuuma thought it over. "Only you! And you better be unarmed, otherwise the kid gets a bullet," Fuuma said puling out a handgun.

The captain entered the building unarmed. I knew this was going to be a long day, thought the captain while walking to the roof. He finally managed to get to the roof and saw the most awful site. His eyes had widened in horror. All of his SWAT team member were lying dead. Blood had poured out of them. All the other men who the captain guessed were Fuuma's henchmen were also lying dead with blood all around them. "Welcome," came Fuuma's voice. He captain turned his now pissed off eyes to Fuuma, who stood near Kamui who had finally awaken form his nap.

Fuuma was pointing his gun at Kamui so the captain wouldn't try anything funny. "Are you unarmed?" asked Fuuma. The captain nodded his head. "I need your word," said Fuuma, cocking the gun. Kamui and the captain gasped at the same time.

The captain showed him that he was unarmed. "Good," said Fuuma, now uncocking the gun. "Come and let's talk," The captain walked over to where Fuuma had mentioned. they both sat down on the roof a good 3 ft away from Kamui. "So," said the captain, "it was you kidnapping all those teenagers?" Fuuma nodded "For what purpose?" asked the captain. "To sell them!" yelled Kamui. "He sells them as slaves!" he yelled. The captain was speechless. Fuuma smiled and looked over at Kamui. "I think you've said to much Kamui," said Fuuma. He pointed his gun at Kamui and was about to pull the trigger, when another gunshot rang out. Fuuma looked back at the Captain who had a smoking gun in his hands. "It's over," said the captain. "Now do us all a favor and die,"

Kamui said. Fuuma looked down. Blood was coming out of him from where the bullet had entered.

Fuuma stumbled backwards and fell of the roof. He landed on the show light below him. Glass went right threw him stabbing him. Blood splattered. The police officers had taken cover when they saw a body fall. They walked over and noticed that he was dead. He was severely cut, particularly on his face. IT was a sight no one would ever forget. "So much for the fearless assassin," said one of the female officers, examining the body.