Before I begin, let me give you the lowdown on the character so far, as it's been a while since I've updated this story last.

Characters:

Hitomi, main character, cloned by madman

Gord Walker, psychopath who wants to create multiples of DOA fighters to fight for him and serve him. A power-hungry freak.

Note: There are currently 5 Hitomis…I know, I can get confusing! One has been brutally murdered by Gord.

There was a brief encounter with Zack the DJ, retrieving his DNA from sweat of his fingertips on a hip-hop record.

I think that should help. I'm gonna try to post this on each chapter, so the story will be easier to follow. Enjoy!

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Dead or Alive: The Gord Walker Saga

Chapter 9: A Grander Scheme

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The damp gravel crunched beneath the feet of the two Hitomis. They were running back to original Hitomi's house, searching for her clones. They rounded each alleyway corner cautiously, thinking that Gord would literally materialize in front of them. They ran as fast as they could, original Hitomi wearing a t-shirt, her clone wearing a blue sweatshirt, they both panted in unison.

Original Hitomi's house at last was in view. Original Hitomi stopped abruptly. Her clone stopped a few steps ahead of her, turning. Her clone wore a worried visage.

"What's up?"

"This is too predictable. This is the first place he's gonna look for us at."

Clone Hitomi nodded.

"Yeah, I'm surprised I hadn't thought of that," said clone Hitomi, looking embarrassed.

"It's ok. We need to wait a while, though."

Her clone nodded.

Original Hitomi glanced at the front door of her house. A figure moved from the right. It was one of the clones. She swung the door open, looking horrified. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran out the door, dashing like never before.

"You two need to ru-"

Click-click, boom.

There was a sshoooo that sounded and the clone running towards them stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes rolled back, and she fell to the ground, mere feet from reaching the other two. The two Hitomis exchanged glances of terror, and took off running the opposite way, not knowing where they were heading. They had to go anywhere but her house. The clone began to sob as they ran, causing her to slow.

"She was right in front of us," said the clone, stopping completely now.

Original Hitomi slowed to a jog, but didn't halt.

"Keep running, he'll get you if you stop," said original Hitomi, her head turned slightly towards her clone. Her clone hesitated, but started running again. They ran onto a public street, past a black BMW. It swerved out of the way as the two Hitomis passed it. The driver, an elderly man, gave them the finger as he passed. They kept running, not looking back. They ran off the road and through a field, past overgrown trees and grass. The two Hitomis would collapse if they ran any more. They stopped, both gripping their sides, and falling to the grass, coughing.

"I can't…I can't…" said original Hitomi, barely able to speak.

"Need…water…" said her clone.

A figure suddenly came into view from up on the hill in front of them, far away in the distance. It came forward with extraordinary speed. It hit them at the same time:

He had found them.

Boom boom clap. Boom bah-clap. The bass thumped the speakers of Zack's H3 Hummer. He bobbed his head as he cruised to Club Luna, at which he was a bouncer until midnight, where he then DJ'd until three a.m.

It was 11:45. He finally arrived, standing outside the main entrance, surveying the crowd. He grabbed the guest list from a co-worker, and checked off their names as each person showed him an ID. He heard a yelp from the back of the line. Then another scream, only louder. He gestured for the front guests to stay there, knowing they wouldn't. He saw a pool of blood as he reached the back of the line.

A young man was murdered. Other guests were screaming, some running, some holding their heads, some crying. A voice said,

"This isn't right."

"Who did this?" Zack screamed, looking around for someone who looked suspicious. Someone with bloody hands, someone running, anything. Anything that could help. He saw nothing, just looks of fear and shock.

"A guy…" a voice said behind him. It was a young girl, probably early twenties. "I couldn't see his face…he had…had some kind of robe…" she said between sobs… "it was just…stab."

Zack had already pushed #1 on his cell's speed dial as it was in his pocket, calling 911. He put it to his hear.

"We need help right now…a dude's been killed, Club Luna, 42nd street," said Zack, his voice trailing. The police were on their way. Zack looked at the stab wound, reluctant. He noticed something odd. There were weird lines on it. Some people gasped as he inched closer to the wound, trying to tell what the lines were. Letters. Some kind of letters.

"The hell are you doing?" a guy yelled from a concealed position.

"EVERYONE CALM DOWN!" Zack barked, a girl nearly falling backwards from the sudden break of silence.

"There's something written on it."

Zack decided to improvise, taking off his tinted glasses. He held the magnified side to the letters. They were definitely letters. TND.

The figure moved closer, however, the two Hitomis had no strength and no will to move. They were exhausted. A laugh began.

"Surrender, surrender…but don't give yourself away…hey…"

Original Hitomi almost puked at the terrible, twisted humor of Gord's voice singing the classic Cheap Trick tune. Gord was wearing a robe, with a sick smile on his face.

"To be honest with you, I didn't think you two would give up. But this," he cackled a laugh, "this…I didn't see coming. I thought you still had more fight left. I must say, it was fun while it lasted. But as they, all good things must come to an end."

He pulled his arm back, gripping the knife firmly.

Boom.

Gord winced, dropping the knife. There was a small hole in his palm, bleeding quickly. He turned. A Hitomi was crouched behind a tree, behind him. It must've been one the ones that had escaped from the lab. It looked like a Desert Eagle. Gord disappeared. The two Hitomis that were almost killed by Gord were speechless.

The three Hitomis frantically turned their heads, searching for his whereabouts from their own positions. He suddenly materialized next to the Hitomi behind the tree, pulling the gun out of her hands, catching her completely off guard.

"Nice try, you bitch."

He smacked her with the gun. She fell. This was time for the other two to act. They got up, using all their might. The original Hitomi tackled Gord to the ground, holding him by the shoulders. The Hitomi who shot the Desert Eagle had gasped in surprise. He laughed, breathing heavily.

"Wow…I must say, master must be proud of you."

He smiled, and vanished.

The three Hitomis gasped, searching for him again. This time, they could feel that Gord wasn't coming back. Not for a while, at least. They were right. But one thing stuck out at them…

…master.