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The Bloody Battle at the Ishii Manor

Mission 34:

Eliminate O-Ren Ishii and the Crazy 88

Garcian Smith walked up to the front gate of Ishii Manor, in the high class residential district of upper Tokyo. It was night.

"Master," A figure, in a red gimp suit with sown eyelids, holding a finger to his lips spoke to Garcian in a hissing, barely understandable voice. He hung from a wire in the sky. "We're in a tight spot! Though, I think their suits are really cool, like something out of a movie. If only I could get in. Maybe four-eyes is cool enough to get us through. In the name of the Harman." Iwarazu zipped back up.

Garcian looked up into the security camera atop the gate. The picture on the display became fuzzy and then came back into focus, when it did the towering man was gone and was replaced by a hunching, pale, white haired man, wearing dark sunglasses, no shirt, and a pair of black leather pants with a studded belt.

Kevin Smith

With a quick motion Kevin removed his glasses and then disappeared! Invisible to the naked eye, he jumped the fence and easily dashed through the motion sensors leading up to a veranda on the side of the huge mansion. Kevin climbed up the steps an stopped abruptly. Suddenly his body exploded into a million particles of blood and came together again to form a slightly taller man. He had jet black hair, and a scowl on his face, he wore a black three piece suit and carried a large revolver.

Dan Smith

"This should be easy," he spit on the padded dais and knocked at the door.

Inside, a man in a similar suit (except he was wearing a mask) was walking down the hall to the bathroom to brush his teeth when he heard a knocking at the side door. 'Must be some asshole who went out for a smoke and locked himself out,' He thought to himself. "I'm coming, you..." He opened the door and was welcomed by 45. bullet to the face. He fell backwards on his heels, a smoking hole coming from his forehead.

"Didn't put up much of a fight did ya?" Dan Smith plucked the mask from his face, it was covered in blood and had half a hole in it, but no one was going to be close enough to him to notice. He put it on, it smelled like gray matter. Dan laughed to himself. "I'm one sick son of a bitch to know what brains smell like." He continued walking down the hall where he met up with a herd of 88's, swords drawn.

"What happened? We heard a gunshot!" One of them exclaimed.

"Well..." Dan was interrupted.

"He looks white!" an 88 screeched.

"I can't understand what you're saying, but I guess I've been found out," Dan said, shrugging his shoulders.

A man with spiky orange hair stepped up, "KILL HIM!" About ten 88s rushed at Dan some with swords, a couple with guns, and one with a pair of nunchucku. Dan dodged an initial slash and shot the attacker in the heart. The first row of suits chopped in different directions driving Dan back. He shot them down as he stepped backwards before reaching a dead end. The 88s slowly walked towards him, weapons at the ready.

"Fine, I guess I've got no choice," Dan dropped the remaining shell cases from his gun, and put bullet shaped vials of blood in the chambers. "Collateral Shot!" As if making a tiny deal with the devil, Dan pulled the trigger, the vials exploded in a blinding glow, and a ball of light rocketed towards the mob, exploding on impact. Blood and detached body parts rained down as the light faded. "Disgusting," Dan said, spitting on the ground in front of the pile gore in front of him. He reloaded him gun and ran down the hall.

"Miss O-Ren,"

"Yes Go-Go,"

"A strange man is here for you,"

"Take care of them, won't you dear? I'm verry tired,"

"Okay, good night Miss O-Ren,"

"Good night, Go-Go,"

Dan shot his way across a sitting room, enemies coming at him from all sides. He settled into a groove of shooting, walking, and reloading. A trail of bodies marked his route through the house. He was almost to the staircase, as he walked around a corner into the front lobby he was greeted by a hail of bullets. Dan ducked back behind the wall.

"Damn!" Dan exploded into the blood particles and transformed into a large man, wearing a suit, cape, and a Mexican wrestling mask over his head. He held two mini grenade launchers.

MASK de SMITH

"Don't worry, I'll just set them on fire." Mask stepped out from the wall and pulled the trigger on the grenade launchers, causing chaos and destruction in the finely decorated lobby. Mask quickly reloaded and unleashed another wave of explosions. Everyone in the lobby was dead and the walls were aflame. Mask ran up to the main staircase. At the top was a pretty, young girl in a school uniform.

"You'd better get out of here chica, it's dangerous," Mask said to the girl.

"I'm well aware of how dangerous it is, Mister," Go-Go took out a large ball and chain.

"So, you're looking for a fight..." Mask de Smith raised his grenade launchers. "Let's do this."

Second chapter over, hope you liked it R and R please!