Episode Seven: Anthony vs Aize T, a pyschopath with two stands?!


'Well aren't I shit out of luck?' Anthony clutched his right arm in an attempted to prevent the loss of blood. He peeked out from around the corner but whipped it back behind the corner, if he were a millisecond slower a .45 would've been lodged inbetween his eyes. 'Shit...I need to think of a way around this. The moment I pop out he's going to kill me...unless I can distract him. All of this fuckin fire and smoke is really starting to get to me. But first I need to figure out what his stand abilities are. I have a feeling at least one of them has something to do with that gun, when he "summoned" his stand the gun started glowing. So it's safe to assume that-'

"Gotcha." The sound of the Officer's voice broke Anthony's train of thought, before he could even blink a bullet was ejected from the pistol. He pushed himself off the ground and dodged the bullet, the .45 round grazed his right cheek and clipped part of his ear lobe. Due to the pure adrenaline he was running off of he couldn't feel the pain of the bullet.

'Shit...what am I going to do?'

"Right where I want you! Law!"

Suddenly in a burst of light cuffs appeared on Anthony's wrist and ankles, he was racked with confusion.

'Wait...I thought stands only appeared as ghost people? This cock weasel's stand is only appearing as cuffs, what the hell is he-'

"I thought we were fighting? Hurry up and hit me before I get bored." The officer taunted.

It hadn't occurred to Anthony that this was a trap, he was getting more and more hotheaded as the fight dragged on and on. He reeled back and prepared to deliver a right hook to end his life. As he approached the man did nothing but smile sinisterly. Right before Anthony's fist could connect to the man's jaw, his are was suddenly pulled to the concrete below. His knuckles smashed into the ground with a bloody crunch, Anthony's eyes widened in pure shock as pain surged from his knuckles. He pulled his hand up to lower lip, looking closely at the four bloodied knuckles on his right hand. Silently cursing the police officer in front of him, he took a moment to study the man's features.

'Ugly pale fucker...scar above his fat lips...sunken features...bug eyed.' Then his eyes trailed lower and he came across the Officer's name tag. 'Officer...Ai...Aize T? What the fuck kind of name is-'

"Officer Aize T, also know as the Terminator to punks like you on the streets!"

[MENACING]

"I've killed urbanized little shits like you before and I plan on continuing so. Thanks to Sir Borgia I found work as a member of the Elite Execution Squad. The NYPD are in the pocket of the Borgia family, and soon the entire state of New York once we get the Mayor on our side. But I don't really care about their plans, the Borgia family are nothing but a bunch of filthy immigrants stinking up the city. If only we gentrified the Bronx...oh well, at least I can kill little shits like you in Brooklyn."

Anthony was too busy trying to plan his next move than to be angry at Aize's statement. But he couldn't help but think about the influence of the Borgia Family, the NYPD was working for them. He began to back up as Aize stepped closer and closer to him, Anthony then heard the crunch of class, under his left foot was broken glass.

"You're not gonna hit me, I'm standing right in front of you. Don't tell me you're scared, I know your people hate cops anyway."

An idea had suddenly popped into Anthony's mind, perhaps he could use this guy's stand against him. He lunged forward for a left hook this time, as he thought the cuffs made his fist denser and pulled it to the ground. 'Yes...as I thought!' He when the weight went away he grabbed a shard of glass, he brought it up to stab at him. But then his hand was forced down again, a blunt force knocked into the side of his head and he tumbled over on his side.

"I'm untouchable, the sooner you learn that the better." Aize's mouth stretched into an inhumanly large grin, his eyes widened showing off his beady dead pupils.

'How am I going to beat this asshole if I can't punch him? Shit...I need to gain distance from him.' Anthony attempted to push himself up but what knocked back down due to a baton striking him on the back of his head.

Aize plants a foot on Anthony's spine as he went hysterical with laughter, tears began to spill out from his eyes and his condescending laughter only seemed to get louder and louder. "You should've just let me kill you when you had the chance, now I'm going to beat you till you don't even resemble a corpse. At first I was thinking of stomping your face until you're nothing but grounded meat under my boot. But I think I'd much rather grind you skull into the ground until it pops like a grape. Which one sounds more appealing to you? Slow and painful? Or much slower and-" While Aize was looking up at the sky and very distracted, Anthony stabbed the glass shard into Aize's ankle, causing the man to stumble onto his rear and allow Anthony to escape.

'Jackpot!' He thought to himself.

Anthony left the alleyway and ran back to Kirby's smoldering home, he had to rescue Giselle and get the hell out of here. As he was running, that familiar feeling of dread returned as he got closer to Kirby's house. The sound of shattered glass came from his right side and quickly following was an explosion of pain in his right shoulder. He was fully aware of the bullet lodged in his shoulder, but one thing he was confused about was how exactly he was shot? Another explosion of glass was heard, but this time across the straight, luckily the bullet was off and just barely missed his head.

'Where is he shooting from? Unless he has multiple shooters?'

He took a second to look back, he could see Aize holding his smoking pistol at a car window. He watched Aize fire into the window but the glass didn't break, however the glass of the window next to him shattered as a bullet grazed his back, tearing the fabric of his jacket.

'Motherfucker! This is one of my favorites!'

Anthony came to a screeching halt and took cover in between two cars. Their battle up and down the street miraculously attracted no attention, the amount of broken glass left behind would alert Anthony of his approaching enemy. He needed to go over his recent discoveries and plan out his next move, but he couldn't sit here for too long.

'Alright...so I know what his stands are. Law is a pistol that allow bullets that're fired into glass to exit out of glass somewhere else. I remember Luigi telling me something about all stands having limitations, so if I had to assume...Law's limitation has to be bullets only being able to pass through glass. However, Order is a whole new thing problem. Order is a pair of cuffs...that can just magically appear on you, and I can't avoid it at all. If I try and attack him, the cuffs get more dense. How do I combat that? Last time I tried to use his ability against him I was still in close range. How about I try attacking from a distance but use the same sort of strate-'

The sound of crunching glass was now even closer, he didn't have time to fully develop a strategy. It was do or die time, he came out from his cover and charged Aize head on. 'This loser is full of himself, if I lure him into a false sense of security and make him think he's winning, I'll catch him off guard. Wait...that's Law's weakness!' Once he was in attacking distance he thrusted the glass shard he held at Aize's neck, as he was planning the man activated the ability. Anthony's right hand dropped to the ground, Aize whipped out his baton and readied a swing for Anthony's head.

"Man you just keep getting dumber and dumber!" He exclaimed as the baton came down on Anthony.

"Oh really?" Anthony threw himself onto his back and chucked the glass shard, the shard embedded itself into Aize's shoulder. He stumbled backwards and he collided into the car. 'Alright, I've figured his stand out, this thing only works in certain circumstances. I thought if I attacked in general the ability would trigger. However that's not the case, it only triggers when I'm in arm's length of him, which is why he taughted me into punching him. If I'm outside of an arm's length distance, I can chuck as many glass shards as I want, and since Order's ability only works with glass I have as much ammo as I want.'

Once Aize recovered, he gave a murderous look of pure killer intent that could only be rivaled by Niccolo himself. He summoned muttered out "Order", and loaded a fresh magazine into the pistol then pulled back on the slide. He aimed at the car window he stood next to, this confused Anthony since there was no glass on either side of the street that could hit him. Aize then whipped the pistol to the right of him and emptied the entire clip into the concrete wall next to him. He looked at the wall, no bullet marks were left by it, which meant that he wasn't limited to glass! Anthony lunged forward as bullet broke through the concrete wall on his left, he reeled back his right arm ready to deliver him the hook from earlier. Another flaw in the design of his stands was he had to switch inbetween the two, which left Anthony a window to beat his ass!

"La-" Aize was cut off by the knuckles colliding into his jaw, the punch wasn't enough to knock him onto the ground but it was enough to daze him. He cocked his left arm back to deliverer a follow up hook to Aize's face, he continued to wail on Aize's face. Left, right, left, right, left, right, left right, left, right. While he was bashing Aize's face in, he didn't notice the magazine entering the pistol until it was pressed into his gut, he pushed the pistol away from him at the last second. A bullet fired into the ground and left an impact on the concrete below, which meant the ability didn't work if it fired into the ground. Anthony readied another hook but then an unexpected strike from Aize's baton hit him in his knee, his collar was grabbed by the officer and the boy found himself pulled into a punch. The bridge of his nose crunched under Aize's second knuckle, he opened his mouth to let out a cry in pain and was immediately silenced with a forehead slamming into his face. Aize kneed the boy in his groin which was enough to drop him onto his knees, he pulled out his baton and began to pound mercilessly into Anthony's head. He grabbed a hand full of Anthony's hair and pulled him up so the two were eye level.

"You thought you won, didn't you? Well look where being cocky got you, now I'm definitely going to stomp your face in!"

"And you should've summoned Law while you had the chance!" Aize's eyes widened when he realized his mistake, before he could act, Anthony sprang to life and two finger poked the man directly in his right eye. Instinctively the man shut his eye and let him go, Anthony took this moment to exact revenge on the corrupt cop, so he grabbed the largest and sharpest glass shard he could find.

"This is for kneeing me in the balls you jack cunt!" Anthony plunged the shard into Aize's groin, resulting in the most bloodcurdling scream he'd ever heard in all of his seventeen years of living.

Acting off of nothing but pure adrenaline, Aize rushed Anthony and wrapped his hands around the boy's throat, he strangled him with the tightest grip he could muster. Anthony did everything he could in an attempt to break free of this grip, he began kicking at him, attempting to claw at his wrist, and even trying to wiggle free. Aize gave a wicked smile and showcased those large eyes of his, the one bloodshot eye did well to emphasize how crazy Aize looked. "Law!" With the cuffs now on him, the boy was now powerless in his attempts to break free, every punch and kick was immediately forced down. As his consciousness began to fade due to the pressure on his wind pipe, it was time for one last act of desperation. Anthony cocked his head back and conjured up the largest mass of saliva and blood in mouth then projectile it straight into the man's bloodshot eye. With his focus on Anthony being shifted to his eye, and the grip being loosened he easily broke free of his grasp. His hand easily found another glass shard and charged forward letting out the fiercest war cry he could muster, with all of his strength put into this thrust he forced the shard through Aize's hand. The same hand he used to cover up his right eye.

"That was also for hitting below the belt! You never should've shot out all those windows!" In one swift motion, Aize ripped his hand from his eye, taking it with him. Now with only one eye, the officer saw nothing but pure fire and fury. He emptied the remaining clip into the wall, and the paralyzed with shock Anthony was surprised with three bullets lodging into his leg. Aize mounted the boy and attempted to poke out his eyes, Anthony began to thrash around like a fish out of water. One of Aize's finger got too close to Anthony's mouth and the boy took that as an opportunity to chomp down on his pointed, Aize attempted to strike him but Anthony caught his hand at the last second. With one final chomp he bit off Aize's finger and brought his knee into Aize's groin once again. He managed to crawl out from underneath him, after struggle to his feet he punched Aize as hard as he could in his left eye. In the cop's confusion he summoned Order and began to blindly fire at anything around him. Anthony dove into the street and crawled to the other side, four cars were parked in a line alongside the side walk. The local gas station was across the street as well, four cars filled with gas and a gas station with a store, why didn't he think of this sooner? He stumbled inside to find the man behind the counter filled with bullets, he was a very unlucky bystander to all this. He grabbed the lighter behind the counter and looked around for anything else he could use, an empty bottle of beer, and a jerry can by the door. Rushed over to the jerry can and began to fill the bottle while ducking from bullets. Limped outside taking cover alongside a station wagon. He peeked up to see Aize stumbling towards him blindly firing in front of him.

"I need to act fast." He muttered to himself, Anthony elbowed the car window and triggered the alarm. As he silently worked he went over his plan in his head, while Aize continued to blindly fire around him.

'The cars close enough to each other that if one explodes they all will. Surely that'll drop this fucker this time.' He placed the jerry can on the ground and ran inside the gas station, all he needed to do was lure him over here. "Hey officer nasty! I'm right here!" Aize stumbled over and right when his foot planted next to the jerry can, Anthony lit the rag and chucked it at the can.

The moment the Molotov collided with the can Anthony's vision wasn't consumed by a fierce blaze. Next came the deafening sound of the explosion and the force knocking him back into the counter. Thick clouds of black smoke made its way ito the store, he needed to get out quickly and find Giselle. As he made his way out the store, the engulfed corpse of Aize lying at his feet.

"Triple nine." He muttered to himself as he limped across the street he could make out someone's figure. He couldn't see it to well as the smoke was obscuring his vision, but they seemed small. Once he exited the smoke he was met with the familiar sight of Giselle who was shocked by his worn appearance. He looked down at he and smiled weakly, Giselle nearly wept at how bloody and wounded he was. The torn right sleeve gave a clear view of the many cuts and gashes that ran up his arm, then were the two gun shot wounds that Giselle instantly noticed. Her first course of action was to run over and bear hug him till he split in two, but he was barely keeping himself up on two feet. She wasn't sure why, but she couldn't help but get a little misty eyed. Anthony's wounded leg gave out and he fell into a knee, Giselle rushed over to help him not that there was much she could do.

"I'll get Ladybug to patch you right-" Giselle stopped mid sentence and began to mutter something into his ear. "Behind you."

A figure began to stumble out to the fire, Anthony knew exactly who it was stumbling out those flames. He pushed himself off the ground fueled by adrenaline and a will to protect Giselle, he moved her behind him approached the inferno that lied in front of him. Once Aize came out of the flames, his burnt form earned a shocked gasp out of Anthony. Whatever skin was left was now a charred mess and hanging into his face by threads, the only parts that remained was his lower mouth and part of the cheek. Aize was really starting to get in his nerves, so it was best that he ended this fight for good.

Aize didnt say anything, as a matter of fact he couldn't say anything.

The two engaged in stare down that lasted for what felt like hours but was really just a few seconds. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Aize and what followed next was the unleashing a rage he's never felt in his most furious moments. He was blinded with anger, all he could do in that moment was feel. He was punching but after a while he didn't know what at. Anthony couldn't feel what he was hitting but was hitting something nonetheless, he could feel the snapping of bone and the wet feeling of punching through muscle and blood. As he punched and punched, the warm and wet feeling of blood hit him. The world went silent around him and the only noise he heard was the sound of his own fist. Then he heard himself, he didn't know what he was saying at first, even now that he can hear himself he still couldn't underdtsnd it. But it was something he kept repeating and it began to match his punches, it was some sort of phrase that he shouted with confidence. Like he believed in it.

"YURA YURA YURA YURA YURA YURA YURA YURA YURA YURA YURA! YUUUUUUUUUURAAAAAAA!"

That finally blow was enough to snap him out of his murderous blood rage, when he opened his eyes there's was nothing left of Aize. Except for a red paste spread across the asphalt, his hands were covered in blood. That was the grim reminder of what he just did, he stared aimlessly into his hands covered in the remains of the officer. The fire in front of him was continued to rage, seemingly growing more and more intense each second, what had happened to him? What had happened to his world?

That's when he felt someone nuzzle into his back, it was Giselle, he never thought of her as a comforting figure but she was all he had.

"Anthony...I-I'm afraid."

"I'm scared too Giselle."

They sat in silence for what felt like eternity, eventually the sound of embers died out and they were replaced with the sounds sirens.


Being holed up in a dark cell wasn't something he couldn't handle. He's handled worse before and as long as he's serving under Daria he'll do endure more. Though he did lose the trust of Daria, she offered him a chance at redemption. All he had to do was play the prisoner until it was time to act, and he did that very well. He heard the guards pass by, talking about the fires that happened not too far from his home and the other strange happenings. He listened to their stupid conversation, knowing that he'd hear the words, the words that would signify the oncoming war for New York. Two simple words.

The door to the holding cells opened and a guard proudly announced. "Pizza time!"

Kirby's eyes shot open and he exclaimed. "Robot Rock!"


[To be continued]