Signed Anonymous : Hack and Slash
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I
Kurama couldn't focus. The insides of his arms ached... and his eyes... the colors were too bright and blurry. I've been drugged...
His wrists were bound tightly behind him, and his ankles were fastened to the legs of the uncomfortable chair he was sitting in. The Hacker closed his eyes, his head tilting back. His mouth fell open in an attempt to try and fight the roaring chemicals in this blood.
"Hey." The voice echoed, its slimy tongue dragging across his brain. "Hey, Shuiichi, wake up." The person snapped their long, pale fingers. "Talk."
Kurama's dilated green eyes cracked open, his tongue too big and his mouth too dry. A phone was being pressed against his face.
"Who... who..."
His voice stumbled in the air, dissipating like smoke.
"Say hello to your brother." Kurama was silent, his heart stuttering. A gun was pressed into his forehead, the cold metal relieving his hot skin. "Say it! Beg him to come and save your pathetic life!"
II
Yusuke sniffed. He refused to make eye contact with the weeping Mukuro or the frigid Hiei. He had already called as many troops back from Iraq to help with the currently "Classified" situation. The head of NSA slammed her fist down on the table.
"God dammit, Yusuke, if you don't say anything I swear I'll—"
"What the hell do you want me to say?" He was getting far too old for his. He hated seeing women cry, even if that woman was the tough-as-nails Mukuro. She wiped her eyes, turning away from both men. "I knew those men too. I want to get revenge too."
Mukuro gathered her wits, her eye still puffy and red.
"Well... what about the President?"
The silence that followed made the two government officials' hearts sink. Then Hiei cleared his throat.
"Two boys are going to rescue him."
III
Winston groaned, pulling back the sewer cover. His red hair was matted down with sweat. He wiped his forehead with the back of his arm.
"Ready?"
His eyes shifted to Rick. He watched as the shorter man slipped on a vest loaded with bullets and an assortment of guns and hand-to-hand weapons. His pierced eyebrows were pressed together as he snapped on an equally equipped belt.
"As much as I'll ever be."
Hack nodded grimly, climbing down the ladder. Slash followed, pulling the cover back in its place. The two teenagers fell into darkness.
IV
Botan sat in a van with Youko and Yomi. She hadn't slept in over a day. Her throat hurt, her eyes burned, and every muscle in her body ached. But that wasn't about to stop her. She was The Ferry Girl. Goddess of the Internet.
"Youko... we've got an incoming connection. A private channel is attempting to make a contact."
"Where is it coming from?"
"That police station."
Botan watched as one of her closest friends growled lethally.
"Patch them through."
V
The three men stared, awestruck, at the literally flying Ferry Girl. All of their hands were on the railing, watching her blue hair flutter behind her. The red-head pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes watering.
"She really is real... the Messenger... the Goddess..."
The short boy looked away, his face pale. The girl vanished into the flickering streetlights, leaving behind magic that no one believed true.
Hiei shook his head, speaking against what his heart yeaned to believe.
"It was fake. An illusion."
Rick shook his head, still trembling.
"No... that's real." He turned to gaze out into dreary streets of Washington D.C. "I never thought that she existed... I never thought... I thought all the stories were just myths." He laughed. "That was real."
Hiei let his fist strike the railing half-heartedly.
"Dammit!"
The Mercenary broke the spell. Rick whipped out a pistol, Winston grabbing a gun from the back pocket of Slash's jeans.
"Don't move." Rick's voice was cool and controlled. "If you try and kill us, me and my friend here will seriously fuck you up."
Hiei smirked. They were cute, at best. The astonished look on Winston's face a the word 'friend' was priceless along with the fact that the red-head left the 'safety' switch on.
"Relax, kids. If I wanted you dead, you already would be."
VI
"Two kids? They're never going to make it!"
Mukuro was almost strangling the Mercenary, her eyes glowing with incredulous rage and despair.
"She's right, Hiei. Why would two teens stand a better chance against what a trained and professional SWAT team couldn't handle?"
Hiei looked out the window, the sun heating the concrete city.
"For one thing, they're not going in through the front yard."
"No?"
"No. They're braving the sewers."
VII
Schweee...
Winston's night-vision goggles sprang to life. He looked over to see Rick turning on his own pair.
"I didn't know you had a pair."
Rick smirked.
"That's what she said." Winston was not amused. "Killers have a lot of things." Hack bristled at the bold confession. "The ones you have suit you."
"Whatever."
They trudged in silence. It wasn't until Winston stopped for the fourth time that Rick opened his mouth.
"Dude, what are you doin'?"
Winston brushed his hands, putting down a small pack on the side of the sewer. He switched it on, a red light glowing.
"I'm leaving bombs behind."
Slash's heart stopped, his blood running cold.
"What? Why... why the hell would you do that?"
The casual tone had spooked the killer.
"Just in case I ever need to retreat, I leave bombs. It's a good cover."
Rick ran a shaking hand through his hair.
"Christ..."
VIII
"Y-Youko...?" Kurama's voice cut through each of the Hackers' hearts. His voice was the sound of a breaking man that was on the brink of shattering into a myriad of pieces. "B-Brother, are you there?"
"I'm here." The suave and handsome man was pallid, his entire body trembling as if he was out naked in the cold. "Where are you?"
Botan squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the younger man hiccup, his voice cracking as he sniffed loudly. She bit her knuckle, bitter tears leaking out from her eyes.
"T-They drugged m-m-me... God I don't know anything... PLEASE HELP—" A loud collision of flesh on flesh sliced through the air. The occupants of the van flinched. Youko kept on smacking his lips as his shoulders trembled. Yomi's blind eyes were aflame as he heard his best friend's brother fight back hyperventilation. "Slash Zero. They want... Slash Zero."
"Kurama, I—"
Static crackled across the channel as the phone was wrestled away from the Hacker.
"We want /0. Meet us at the Police Headquarters at one in the morning. Bring the virus and we'll give you your brother."
IX
Rick moved closer to Winston, slowly lowering his gun. He took the pistol from the Hacker, his eyes never leaving the mysterious "Hiei".
"Oh. Well, what do you want?"
Hiei shrugged, blinking lazily.
"Nothing much." The Mercenary looked out into the sky. "Who are you guys? You're what, fourteen?"
"We're both seventeen!"
Hack's voice ended on a bit of a whine, his nose wrinkling.
"Interesting."
Rick took a deep breath, his hands still ready to grab his weapons.
"We're going to rescue the President."
"How?"
The red-head pointed to a tube hanging off his belt.
"The sewers. There's a route that we can take to get into the basement of the White House. We'll go from there."
"You got blueprints?"
Rick smirked.
"The Ferry Girl always delivers in times of need."
Hiei nodded his head, bowing slightly.
"I hope Lady Luck is watching you two boys tonight." His blood-red eyes never wavered. Not once. "I'm Hiei Jaganshi, mercenary."
"I'm Winston Patrick, bomber and hacker."
"Rick Costello, hitman."
The three men stared at each other, the chill of their oncoming journeys setting in.
"You better hurry. It will be light in a few hours."
Rick snapped out of his spell. He turned and nodded at Winston.
"Yeah. Good luck, man, with... whatever you're doing."
Hiei smirked.
"Thanks."
X
The line was dead. Static roared.
That was the last thing that happened in the van. Now Botan was wrapped up in a suit, making sure that her chest was bound. Her breathing was loud, her mouth covered in the porcelain fox mask.
Youko was beside her, and Yomi was with both of them, waiting for them in the van but connected with them, his voice guiding them.
"Break through the top window, it's the only once without an automatic alarm."
It was Botan who leaped, carefully cutting the glass so that Youko and herself could slip through. Their feet were light on the tile, their movements silent and swift. Corridor after corridor, they traveled until they got to a door.
It swung open, Kurama's green and bloodshot eyes their first sight upon entering.
XI
"No women, no kids."
Winston stopped trudging, his goggles fogged.
"What?"
Rick kept on moving despite the stare that he received from his temporary partner.
"I don't kill women and kids." The teenager heaved a sigh. "I'm going to hell. I know that."
They continued their trek.
"I didn't mean to call you a ki—"
"It's what I am." The shorter boy shrugged, his sly grin coming back. "Well, what do I care, I'm talking to a bomber."
Winston laughed.
"Eh, what can you do?"
XII
A/N: Sorry that it was so short, but I really had to cut it off there. Did anything strike you as off? Yes? No? Tu ne comprendes pas? Woot! Please review!
-mia