Drip and drip, the water spout dripped. Such serene a silence would hold a grievous monster. The little men with their toys would be coming to play and I am waiting to play with them. It is going to be so very fun and so very exciting. I can hardly wait to try out my new weapon. Chop, chop, like blocks of wood, things are going to roll. I can hear the police cars stop outside the building and a grim smile creeps across my face. I look outside and there she is. As usual she sends the underlings to find me first. I hoped she would appear first, but this shall have to do. I have been expecting this for a long time.

I stand behind the door as one of the underlings comes nearby. Before he can even knock down the barrier, I pull him inside the closet. He thinks he is protected in his bullet proof jacket and his police helmet, but he is so wrong. He tries to his gun, but it is too late for that. I tore off his helmet with ease. I take my wood chopper and whack, whack, whack. First I split his head open right down the middle, I can actually see the blood spewing out the sides of his temple. Then my next blow severs his neck from his shoulders. Blood begins gushing out the gaping hole that had once been his larynx. The human body has so much blood and one would be surprised at how much is pumped into our brains every second. The last blow does nothing due that stupid Kevlar bullet proof vest. I wish they had never invented Kevlar.

There were a few more underlings wandering around her, but I think I should save her for last. I want to take my sweet time and have some fun after all. I wish I could burst out laughing, but that would give me away and I would lose the game. Slowly I crept through the floors, unnoticed by all those around me. This is my building, I know all its secrets and they will never find me, but I will find them. I will watch the fear glimmer in their eyes as the last shreds of hope disappear in a crimson wash.

The next underling I caught was a fat man. Very portly for an officer, too many doughnuts for the belly, I believe. I strip of bullet proof vest before he could scream and I hacked right into his ribcage. I could smell the scent of urine permeating the air as I saw his still beating heart go bumpity bump. He was in too much pain too speak, but I didn't want to take any chances. I rammed the axe into his alveoli within his lungs, and large amounts of fat tissue poured out with the blood. He must have been a smoker. He lay their in a dying heap with eyes pleading for mercy. I could easily have ended his pain right there, but I just left him to die in slow manner. I didn't have the time to have fun with the just one of them.

The police man following the fat man was horrified beyond words. He screamed out loud at the sight of his dead and maimed partner. Oh, I do love screamers, but this one annoys me. In mid scream, I slam the axe across his mouth. I easily remove his lower jaw and tongue from the rest of his body. He looks at me with sheer pain and doom, that I could have laughed right there, but I didn't. Taking the blunt end of the axe, I thrust the weapon into the bleeding upper jaw, snapping the spinal chord and ending the man's life.

She finally visits the room with the rest of her underlings. I hide in the corner and I can smell the rage and frustration building within her. How enjoyable it was to see her suffer like this. I could see that she wanted to explode at that moment. The tension welling up in her temples was simply delicious. She had been hunting me for quite some time after I had found my new weapon. I suppose her rage was due to the seventeen other girls I had found before.

"All units leave the premises right now." She yelled at the others.

"But sir…" One of the officers began to talk, but she cut him off.

"But nothing, I am taking over from here. All of you leave the building immediately. That is an order, now all of you get out." She narrowed her eye brows at them and they left through the doors. I wanted to have fun with all of them, but you can't have everything I guess. She looked outward with an angry face. "Alright Fury, you want me, I am right here. Come on you sick son of a , I am right here."

"Miss Kazama, you wound me. Hahahahahhahahhahahahhahaaaa! I would have expected more of a threat from one of your stature." I said as I came out into the light. I stood before her in full view. The blood was still fresh upon my boots. I could tell that I disgusted her and that was just the way I liked it. So many emotions to play with and the game was becoming interesting.

"Drop the axe fury or I shoot." She ordered angrily. What a fool she was pointing her toy at me. As if guns were really any use against me. I came at her slowly and patiently. Going at her straightforward would have been something she would expect, but I try my best to remain unpredictable.

Bam, bam, bam, and the bullets are let loose, but they are useless against my metallic skin. With one stroke of my axe, the gun falls off as well as her hand. It was such a beautiful hand, soft, but strong. Blood begins to flow once more as she falls on her back into the fetal position while clutching her bleeding hand. I could have killed her at that moment, but I enjoy a good chase.

I watch as she rises up and begin to stumble around. With such a leak, it would only be a matter of time before she runs out of energy. I keep a steady pace behind her, mocking her and letting her know I that I could it all anytime I wanted. I want watch her try her very best and fail.

"I know your pride Miss Kazama. I planned this all out. I know your every move and all your abilities. Look at you now, weak and helpless. You're nothing, but a little girl and a frightened little girl at that. I hoped you would have put up more of a challenge, but I obviously overestimated your intelligence. The game ends now. Hahahahahahahahhahhahahha!" I laughed as I raised the axe up high.

Then I feel a sudden jabbing into my back. I turn around to see a dark stranger, a shadow of a man.

"Bryan, checkmate." Kazama smiles as thousands of volts of electricity suddenly rushes into my brain and I collapse on the ground. Clever wench, she had been a step ahead of me the whole time. In my last moment I heard the strange man speak.

"Bryan Fury…is dead."