Hey guys! Hope you enjoy. This chapter's going to be really... gross. My mom read it, turned to me and said "If I ever need to plan a murder, I'm coming right to you." She then left. Yeah. I kinda freaked myself out. Anyways, enjoy!
"You boys ready?" Riley called to her brothers, pulling on her second boot. The fourteen year olds were on a very important mission. This was the first time they would be seen in public, to get their image out there. People already knew the four, the first true team to come from the Chasseurs, and with ninety-eight hits as a team (all four marks let at the scene to prove it), plus around seventy-five induvidually, they were the best the Chasseurs had produced in years. They had never been seen before, and people made up stories as what they could possibly look like.
Most had the image of dangerous men and woman, probably serious all the time, and terrifying constantly. Maybe in their early thirties. For Hyena, well, everyone knew she was insane (and she was).Riley would leave messages days in advance, and would often allow her targets to run for days on end-them hearing her fear inspiring cackles the entire time- before she ended it, leaving grisly scenes of blood behind.
The boys were cleaner about it, but they would scare the shit out of their targets before ending it as well. And if all four of them came after you, you were likely to die of fright before the assassins ever actually got to you.
They had created a name for the assassins on T.V, Death Walkers, said to bring death wherever they may go.
Now that they had a name, people needed faces to go along with the name. So, their first public killing commenced. They had planned for weeks, going over every possible variable (they even had one for the chance of an alien invasion, and dead serious about it), and checking everything a thousand times.
It was going to be… Thrilling to say the least. Tony was most excited to see how people would react when they figured out they were no older than fifteen.
"Coming Hyena!" Three voices chorused. Riley laughed at them (not in the creepy way), and scooped up her bag and walked out the door, boys scrambling after. Jace for once to nervous to try and be the 'mom', and the family had dubbed him, despite his protests at the name. Riley, seeing his nerves (and getting nervous once in a blue moon herself) took over the job of keeping everyone in line. They got their horses, greeted Raven at the airport, and took off to New York (where their target was).
It was only a few hours later they landed. They had worn full dress for this, wanting to look their bests. Normally they wore their mask, black pants, a dramatic oversized hood/coat that went down to their black combat boots, covering their ripped black jeans in the back, but it was shorter in the front, showing up to their thighs. (I have a problem discribing clothing. Sorry)
Their dress clothes were almost the same, mask, hood, and combat boots, but the boys wore tight dress shirts, instead of the underarmor they usually wore, and Riley wore a nicer shirt, a tank type thing, but flaring out around her belly-button. They all wore tight black pants, nicer than what they were used to. They gloves they wore were long, up to their elbows, but they wore those in warm conditions, otherwise it was just long sleeves. They wore those for normal missions too.
They also had to wear all of their weapons on display. Normally they took one or two, depending on the job, but they had to wear them all in dress.
The quinjet landed, and they walked quickly off, barely saying anything now that they were mentally preparing for the kill, gravitating towards the shadows.
They couldn't just kill any old scumbag in public, no, they had waited for someone special. Someone so awful that some Chasseurs had fought over who got to kill him, but the Mischief Mongers (Death Walkers, you pick which one) won in the end. Mostly because Wolf got sick of their bickering.
The guy's name was Michael Harolds, American scientist, had recently been nominated for the Nobel prize for his astounding research on mutants and the X-gene. People didn't know the 'willing subjects' were actually young men and women (ages six to around twenty-five) being reported as mutants by judging family members, neighbors, or other witnesses to their powers, and kidnapped from their homes and tortured. Harolds called them willing, but a few Chasseurs undercover as his assistants had reported his malicious laughter during the 'procedures'.
The man was a syco, and needed to be put down. Riley was up first, grabbing one of her smaller knives off her arm, she quickly slid under the car (he had the roads blocked for his award… They couldn't be bothered to remember which one) while it was in motion-so fast no one saw- and sliced the tire open with a small gash.
The air wouldn't be let out all at once, slowly so they would be stranded in the exact place Tony had calculated. After the car passed, Hyena stood, so fast you thought the car had gone through her, and stared coldly in the rearview mirror, her laughter ringing out as the men caught her eyes, and sped up, just what they were counting on.
Hyena called over the coms. "Target has spotted me, Harolds is moving at fifty miles per hour, and steadily climbing. He's coming your way, Bear."
Jace saw the vehicle in the distance, almost to him, as he was standing in the middle of the road, he knew that the air in the tires would run out around twelve feet in front of him, casing them to get out, and sprint down the road to the right, where the next stage was ready for them.
"Got it, Hyena. Good work, head to the final confrontation section, stay out of sight until I say." He repeated the last part for the thousandth time, as Riley had really wanted to chase them around the fountain they would be killing him at.
"I still think my idea is better…" She grumbled.
"Hy, just go, we'll see you in a few, sis." Tony called through the coms, Evan agreeing. They heard a huff, and then the steady sound of climbing and running.
It was just after that the car stopped, out of air in the tires, and Riley had nicked the gas line for good measure. Jace turned on the voice modulator, and watched in mild amusement as the men scrambled away from him.
"You cannot escape from punishment, Mr. Harolds." Jace said, the modulator making his voice menacing, a little deeper than normal, with an electronic edge to it. Each voice was set differently, so no one was confused about who was talking.
He heard Hyena cackling from the rooftops, and evidently the men did too, as they started sprinting faster down the darker street. Bear chuckled at Hyena's antics, but he had to admit, they put on a great show. Already, people walking down the streets had taken out camera's, filming and taking pictures, parents were back their children away, and he heard sirens in the distance, not that'd they'd ever catch them.
They had done their research on the four men protecting Harolds, and knew that they deserved punishment as well. Which is what the next step in their plan was.
Jace ran to a fire escape, climbing it, listening to the gasps and cries below him, and dashed over the rooftops. A helicopter was overhead, and news vans were pulling up left and right. This street though, abandoned, until Harolds ran down it with his guards, and a few people with cameras followed a little while after. It was darker down this street, and visibility was difficult, so Harolds had no idea what he was running into.
Tony waited silently, making the occasional funny comment over the coms, until Bear gave Riley the signal. Then, waiting. It was almost ten minutes later when Bear gave Tony the heads up.
"Panther, coming up your way, ready?" He asked. Tony snorted.
"For a few guys with rape charges the horrible man bailed out of jail? Yes, yes I'm ready." The men each had at least one rape charge, two had assault, and one even had murder.
"I call dibs on the tall one!" Hyena croowned, landing next to him. Tony sighed, this wasn't an offical part of the plan, but everyone expected it.
"Sure, but I get the other three, so you can get to the final position on time, ok?" Panther relented. Hyena nodded, chuckling darkly.
A few seconds later, the men appeared, guns out, one screaming frantically into a phone, a small crowd filming around twenty feet back. Tony raised his gun, firing one shot, not hitting on purpose, to cause them to stumble backwords. Tony flicked out his wrist-knives, and ran quickly, so he was a blur to anyone but Chasseurs, and slammed into the man closest to him, taking him to other side of the ally, slitting his throat in the process. The man gurgled and fell, and Panther disintigrated back into the shadows.
Hyena followed in the sames style, but using her curved daggers to yank the man backwords, cutting halfway through the man's neck in the process. True to her word, it had been the tallest one. He died rather slowly though, which was almost medically impossible, unless you had years of practice, and she did.
She laughed as she melted back into the darkness, causing more than a few screams, and went to the rooftops once more, sprinting over them to get to the fountain, Bear berating her over the coms, Dragon complaining. Tony chuckled, and the men heard, firing in his direction. He dodged all the messy shots easily, and continued the same technique as before, the man hitting the ground with a dull thud, and Tony following as they sprinted away.
But then he ran in front of them, so fast it was like he was just… Appearing there, and shoved the blades through the final guards chest. He died the slowest, life slowly draining from him as he choked on blood. Tony watched him slide off his blade, and looking at Harolds from the corner of his eye he spoke.
"Afraid of the fate you brought on yourself, Mr. Harolds?" He said quietly. He heard the cameras clicking furiously, and he figured he looked terrifying standing over a bloody man, the same bloods on his blades, barely even looking at the man he was about to kill.
Harolds shrieked, taking off in the opposite direction, and Tony was gone, back into the shadows, racing over the rooftops.
"Alright, Dragon, stop complaining, target's on the move, headed your direction.
"Got it, shot lined up. He'll be really sore in the morning. Wait, he won't live that long." Evan was smirking, Tony could hear it in his voice.
"That was horrible, Dragon." Bear said, laughing. The Panther and Hyena laughed too, each complaining about Evan's jokes, true laughter, not the cold laugh they used on missions.
Harolds was needless to say having a really bad day. First, the intern had put too much creamer in his coffee (too sweet, dammnit!), second, one of his ongoing tests had failed and the mutant died, he had been working for almost six months on that test and was furious he had to start again, but when he saw Estra Hyena out his rearview mirror, his heart had almost stopped. It only got worse when Ursa Bear had joined the party, and that's when he knew he was going to hell.
Tagoi Panther had sprung from fucking nowhere, killed his men (and sonofabitch that laughter was creepy), and all he needed now was a bible. He was never a religious man, found it nonsense, but right now, he found himself wishing he could be.
Harolds had almost pissed himself by that point (keeping very little of his failing dignity), and then the shot rang out. Waiku Dragon. The bullet struck his kneecap, tearing through flesh and muscle, hitting bone, and he screamed, falling. When more shots rang around him, stirring up dust, he dragged himself onto his feet, stumbling away from the hailstorm of bullets.
Dragon smirked as he fired, hitting the man in an especially sensitive nerve. He would be fine, wouldn't die for around eight hours without medical treatment, but they only needed him alive for about ten more minutes, so it didn't really matter. The man fell, and he fired repeatedly, grinning when the man limped quickly towards the fountain. He slung his rifle across his back, jumping a few more roofs, and waiting.
People cleared away from the bleeding man, knowing what was about to happen. The small group of camera holders that followed Harolds got the whole thing.
Bear spoke, his commanding voice easily heard.
"Many know Mr. Harolds here as a help to the community, and scientific world. But you have been told lies." People started whispering.
"Mr. Harolds here kidnaps mutants, some as young as six, and preforms procedures on them. With nothing to help with the pain." Panther's voice carried out, and people gasped in shock.
"Is it considered acceptable that men like this are loose in the world? That people can be treated like their live are nothing, simply because they are a little different? Is that ok? Think about it. If it was your child, your mother, your friend, would you be ok with it?" Dragon called, and he could pratically see the cogs turning.
"No, you wouldn't. So, why is it ok for a stranger? They're somebody's daughter, son, mother, father, brother, sister. Somebody's world. And it's ok? You're willing to look past that? Or are you just that blind?" Hyena hissed. People flinched.
"But this man, oh, this man has taken the lives of over forty-eight mutants personally, eighty-six due to his 'tests', and tortured many more in the name of 'science." Tony took over, and They each moved into position.
"We cannot allow that." Bear said, stepping from the shadows.
"So we're going to take matters into our own hands." Panter said, slinking from the darkness. Harolds scrambled away from them both, until his back his the edge of the fountain.
Hyena's cold bone-chilling laughter filled the space. "You don't really think you will get out of this, do you mister?" She asked in a childish voice, the modulater making it all the more creepy. She prowled along the edge of the fountain, on all fours in a really fear-inspiring way.
"'Cause ya can't." She finished, nearly too him, in an almost pitying tone, mocking and scorn present in her voice.
"Many have tried, and they've all failed." Dragon hissed, slinking from the shadows, on the other side of Riley. Jace and Tony a few feet in front, Riley and Evan on each side.
"P-p-pl-please! I-I-I'll do anything, I swear! I'll never do it again!" Harolds sobbed, covering his face with his hands.
"Pathetic." Bear hissed.
"Disgrace." Hyena cooed creepily, fingers dancing along her blade.
"Disgusting." Panther snarled, fingers twitching on the trigger.
"Worthless." Dragon growled, spinning his battle axe menacingly, glaring. Harolds sobbed on the ground.
"Accept your punishment with dignity, Mr. Harolds. You've most certainly earned it." Bear said. When the man continued blubbering out apologies and false promises, Hyena and Dragon each grabbed an arm, hauling the mess to his feet.
"Ursa Bear passes judgment." Jace said, slicing through the man's chest, not too deep, with his blades, before smashing his nose with the batons Bear held.
"Tagoi Panther passes judgement." Tony spoke, shooting the man in the non-injured thigh, and punching him in the same broken nose. The pathetic mess had become an annoying one.
Bear and Panther smoothly took over holding the man up so Hyena and Dragon have a chance.
"Estra Hyena passes judgment." Riley giggle, slicing through the man's tendons in his legs, before kneeing him hard in the groin. Harolds howled in pain, begging them to stop.
"Waiku Dragon passes judgment." Evan said, stabbing his spear through the man's stomach, causing him to cough up more blood.
"The Den des Chasseurs have passed judgment, and Tourra Wolf has ordered your removal of your existance."
"We carry out her orders." They said as one. Each took a blade, ignoring the screams and cries of shock from the spectators, and drove it into the man's skull. They let the limp body fall, staining the ground red, dropped their symbols, and walked into the shadows, no one dare stopping them.
Bear's marker was a beautifully carved bear claw, dipped in red and bronze paint, Ursa Bear carved in one side. Hyena's was odd. A hyena tooth, it too beautifully carved with the name Estra Hyena on one side, but she left odd messages of guilt in the hit's blood anywhere she tooth purple and bronze as well.
Tony left a panther claw, blue and bronze, name Tagoi Panther, and Evan left a sniper bullet, metal bronze, green patterns carved into it, Waiku Dragon carved in one side.
They got on the quinjet, changed into more comfortable clothes, and fell asleep.
Many people watched the news in horrified fascination that night, in awe at the young age and skill, plus the brutal killing and all.
Director Fury was calling every contact he knew. They were currently in the middle of a peace agreement, but if they ever turned on SHIELD… There wouldn't be a fight. It would be a slaughter.
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