Tekeshi for once was having trouble in his planning. Mostly because he actually had to have a plan now. For over a half a year all he had to do was walk in and shoot everyone in the face. It was simple, effective, and even Akoni couldn't have messed that up. At least Tekeshi didn't think that Akoni could have messed something that simple up. With how roundabout his brain worked, he might could, and so spectacularly, that no one could understand what happened.
He looked at the building that was across from the rooftop he was on. It was a twelve story building built in a brutalist style, and appeared to have been abandoned for decades. Which would make it an excellent base in an area where superstition was high. Make people think it was haunted, and no one would want to go near it except for your people. It was a hospital, that should have been and easy enough thing to do. People died in hospitals all the time.
He took a deep breath. Looking at the building he could feel at least three hundred yokai inside of it. Outwardly it looked like a bunch of homeless people were occupying it and the area around it. All of them were actually Fairy Tale. He knew how little care the downtrodden were given in human society, barring people who wanted to make themselves look good. That was a sickening thing to him, but it wasn't important at the moment.
He took a step, and was suddenly in an alleyway several blocks from where he had been. It took him a moment to reorient himself. No matter what, he hated that power. It always disoriented him, and made him feel sick. It was no wonder that Shinso was so mentally unstable, these powers seemed as hostile to him as they could be to anyone else.
Once he could see straight he walked over to the war machine Buick and opened the trunk. The issue that was coming up for him, was that most of what he used would turn the concrete that made up the outside of the building to dust. His typical rifle was a modified semiautomatic sniper rifle in .338 Lapua. He loaded a round specialized for taking down armored yokai. His carbine was chambered in 6.5mm Grendel, with a similar bullet. So a typical long arm was out the window. Going through with a pistol or a smg wasn't practical either, as there were enough yokai that followed Fairy Tale that would barely notice something that small. Many types of orcs, orges, and werewolves for example.
Even a shotgun wasn't a choice. He would have to use some type of slug, and any designed for the purpose, would pose the same issues. Even if he could use buckshot, there were windows, and even a single pellet could kill a person at half a mile from the shooter. No matter what, he couldn't afford to have a stray round get outside and hurt an innocent. He didn't know if he could live with himself if that happened, and if Utsuki could look at him the same.
He looked at everything there. Almost everything would pose too much of a risk. It was all stuff that he had recovered from Fairy Tale cells, and it was all useless. What he wouldn't give to have Jakkasu back. He felt so comfortable with the blade, like it was an extension of himself. She. It was still a shock to him that the weapon was the prison of a primordial goddess, that was the mother of the man that had made him what he was now.
He closed his eyes for a moment. Had he actually thought about it? All this time, he had simply bulled forward. He had never stopped to let it sink in. It wasn't like he didn't know what he was, he was painfully aware that he was a demigod. He was no longer a vampire. He was no longer the thing he was born as. He hadn't cared about being a vampire before, he at times wished that he could have been a human, like his friends. He wished, that he could have just been Tekeshi.
Now, barring anyone that he just wasn't aware of, he was the penultimate life form. All because he was an impulsive pissed off teenager. All because he dug his fangs into the neck of the origin of the vampire race. All because he cut Shinso's head off, for harming his sister.
Nothing he had done, had been for himself. Had he ever done anything for himself before? Was any of this for himself? What had he done for himself? Why?
"Tekeshi, breathe," Akasha appeared next to him.
He looked over at her, "Grandma, what has all of this been for? What have I turned myself into, and for what?"
"I don't know. I don't know, Tekeshi. There is so little that I know anymore. But whatever you are, you are my grandson, and I love you. I will never abandon you. Even if I could. I know that your parents will never turn you away. That those two girls, will always be waiting for you. Your sisters, your cousins, your aunts and uncles. All of them, can't wait for you to come home from this," she wished that she could actually touch him.
He looked down into the trunk of his car. Something caught his eye, buried beneath the weapons. A simple tool. A ten pound sledgehammer. Something seemed to catch in the back of his head.
He remembered everyone that he had fought and killed with a similar hammer. He had been named the "Hammer of Phoenix" by the underworld of Phoenix, Arizona. He had always fought for others. That was who he was. Why was he fighting it now? Why was he questioning it? This was who he was.
"Grandma, hopefully soon, you get to give me that hug," he said as he reached in and wrapped his hand around the haft of the hammer.
He lifted it out of the trunk, the guns thunking around as the haft was pulled from under them. It was such a solid thing. It was so simple. Yet in his hand, it was just as dangerous as any of the other weapons it had rested with.
"Tekeshi.I can't wait to give it to you. Show them Hell, as only vampires can do," the ghostly woman said.
Tekeshi turned to the exit of the alley, "I can't do that anymore. I'm no vampire. So I am about to deliver Hell, as only I can."
With that he walked toward the street, and then set off for the hospital, ready to make the members of Fairy Tale way beyond what it could have done when it was open.
The Fairy Tale scout wished that the bottle of whiskey that he was holding, actually had alcohol in it. No one ever cared enough about the place to try to go inside. Even the local authorities ignored the place. Who wanted to deal with a bunch of smelly bums. He didn't even want to do all of this. He couldn't wait until his shift ended, and he could go take a shower.
"Hey, this sucks," one of his partners for this shift said.
"No duh, picket work isn't supposed to be entertaining. So shut up, and act like you are drunk or drugged up. What I wouldn't do for a real bottle of booze. Who the hell actually would think that anything is going on here? This place has been abandoned for forty years," he took a drink of colored water, wishing that it would give him something of a buzz.
A female member of the group toned in, "At least you lot are getting to wear something that doesn't show anything. They won't let me wear underwear, because where would a homeless woman get panties. They won't even let me shave, and my crotch has been sweating like mad out here."
The two men perked up, and the second one said, "Don't believe you, prove it."
"You worthless per-," her words were cut off as her head was replaced by a sledgehammer embedded in the wall where it had been.
The two men just looked at the sight. This was, new. Nobody came here, except people that were related to Fairy Tale. None of them swung hammers around, though a few were likely to randomly kill their own people. Now that they thought about it, they didn't work for very nice people.
They looked at where the handle was pointing, and noticed someone standing about a hundred yards away. Even at the distance, they could tell it was a guy, and he was absolutely massive. If he was anything, he wasn't a human. Humans couldn't throw a hammer fast enough to turn a head into mist.
"So, I'm not the smartest guy out there. I don't think anyone will argue with me there. However, I think we are screwed," the second guy said, not taking his eyes off of the figure.
"No shi-," the figure was suddenly there, crushing the first guy's head into the wall.
"Gre-" the second guy saw nothing more.
Inside the security office the soldiers in charge of the outside cameras were engaged in a poker game. They occasionally looked at the cameras, but nothing ever changed and they saw no point in actually paying attention to them. Even the Head of Security didn't bother to get at them over it.
When you had never had a single breach of security in the entire time you had been somewhere, complacency was bound to set it. In a more professional group, they would have faced major disciplinary penalties, possibly even killed for it. Disregarding the fact that their inattentiveness could lead to the deaths of everyone there.
Well, it wouldn't have mattered, not with who was there to eliminate them. All noticing at the first death would have done, was just give them time to get ready to fight an unstoppable juggernaut.
One of them finally gave enough attention to the camera overlooking the main picket post. She was a little confused by what she was seeing. One decapitated corpse, in a giant pool of blood. One mostly decapitated corpse, in a giant pool of blood. One, badly beaten corpse, in not so giant a pool of, there it went giant. It also was in a giant pool of blood.
"Hey Bitch, pay attention, your bet," the voice fell on deaf ears.
"What is she... looking... at... Shouldn't they be alive," one of the other security officers stood up and walked over to the monitor bank.
The man rolled back the camera, and saw the attack. From the hammer coming in just under mach 1 to kill the woman, to the team leader being used as a bloody paintbrush, and finally to the single punch that left the last member a crumpled corpse. It was, concerning. Even more so, that he really didn't know what to do.
Turning his head to other cameras, he noticed as large red sprays of mist began filling the field of view from the various cameras. Quickly at that. This was not good. Looking around the room for something to give him an idea as to how to handle the event, he saw the button. A big white button with the word alarm written on it in large crimson letters.
"Uh, would someone hit the alarm button? I think this is a really good time to hit the alarm button. Before, you know, everyone else here dies," he said as he turned to watch more sprays of blood appear.
Down below Tekeshi was death incarnate. Whenever he stopped, his hammer swung, and bodies fell. He also felt very sick. The rate at which he was stepping through, whatever it was that he was stepping through, was threatening to overwhelm him worse than when one of those memories popped up. He had no choice though. He had to get in, before they could start shooting, and make sure that they didn't have a chance.
He wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to do this before he passed out, or an alarm was sounded. Once it was, then bullets would start to fly, and he just had to hope what they were using wouldn't go through the walls.
The lights dimmed, and then a siren started up. Well, that took longer than it really should have, but now is where issues were going to come into play. Maybe he would get lucky, and someone would report the large number of gunshots and the area would get evacuated. No that wouldn't be lucky, since that would put humans in danger, even if it would be some that signed up for putting their lives in danger.
Even though it was only about ten minutes, it felt like killing the last soldier on the first floor had taken an hour. Not only was the floor covered in various bodily fluids, and other body parts that weren't originally fluids, but so was he. Strangely enough, even though he had let his hair out to its natural platinum state, neither it nor his skin was stained. It almost seemed to him like his body actively was absorbing it, which it might have been. He doubted that he was ever going to know all the powers he had access to. Well, maybe if he managed to live as long as Shinso had he might, but he didn't want to think about all that.
He looked around at the corpses he had left. Then he smiled. This was the truest expression of vampire prowess. Leaving your enemies as carrion upon the field, while they could do nothing to you. He threw back his head and laughed, the sound shaking the building itself. He was alive, and he was untouchable. Let the rabble come at him, and let them quake as they realize they had brought down the wrath of a god upon them.
He walked over to the elevators. He doubted they were still active, but you never knew. Upon pressing the up button the door next to him opened. Well, either it was a trap, or they never figured out how to lock them out. The same result was occurring either way.
He stepped in and pushed the button for the top floor. He may have been bypassing most of the floors that were full of Fairy Tale, but it would have more effect if he hit them randomly. Leave them guessing.
Thus began his slaughter. Three floors were quickly eradicated. They were mostly converted into living quarters, so there wasn't much way to provide serious resistance. He overheard radio chatter as he attacked. Mostly trying to figure out who he was. Then he'd bust through a wall and swing, and panicked reports of him being some kind of living wrecking ball would go out.
Nobody seemed able to stand up to him. There wasn't a challenge, but there didn't need to be a challenge to exterminating roaches. It was something that needed to be done, but that didn't mean you couldn't do it in a way that you enjoyed.
Descending to another floor, he exited to find that most of it had been cleared out around the elevator, and then a heavy looking steel wall with magnetically locked doors confronted him. Before them a large armored being stood still, seemingly lifeless.
Tekeshi looked at the statue like entity. Something about it bugged him, but he ignored it. There was a chance that what he was looking for was behind those doors. It wasn't like those would stop him, so he approached the doors.
He wasn't prepared to suddenly be slammed into the ceiling and then floor at high speed. For a moment he remained face down, getting his thoughts in order after the surprise. This was, nostalgic.
Tekeshi pushed himself up, and was met with a large pair of glowing green eyes. He tried to think of what kind of monster could just stand there looking like a statue, and then move like that. He couldn't even think of any that large that would have glowing green eyes.
Unless it wasn't alive. It occurred to him, that there were monstrous things, that were not monsters. This had to be a golem. He had never seen one in real life, so he wasn't aware that they could be that powerful, but it made him happy. He might actually be able to have a fight with it.
Standing he faced it, "I don't know if you are sentient, but you pack a hell of punch. I haven't found anyone that could stand up to me in months. I never considered, anything. I have a lot of pent up stress and anger. Please help me deal with it."
The golem's response was another lightning uppercut, more powerful than before. This time it literally drove Tekeshi through the ceiling, and the floor above it. Tekeshi blinked as he cleared the dust from his eyes and looked around, or tried to. At the moment he was stuck, and the only thing he could see in front of him, were some blood soaked panties. So it looked like he had been on this floor already, and now corpses were shoving their crotches in his face. This was just great.
With a heavy flex of his shoulders he managed to break free enough to fall back down to the floor below him. Landing he suddenly found himself shoved through the floor below him. This thing was very fast, and very powerful.
This also seemed to be the day that the universe decided to torture him. He had just been knocked down into a women's' dressing room, that was in use. Apparently the alarm system on this floor was out of order, so they didn't know they were under attack. Most of them were also naked, or almost naked. The distinction really didn't matter though, as they were all Fairy tale, and regardless of their clothing status, they didn't survive to see him climb back up to the previous floor.
"Ok, new rule. No knocking me through floors. It is tort-," this time it was a straight blow that sent him past the elevator, and into the steel wall on the other side of the floor.
He was finding this less fun than he had anticipated. He also was having trouble figuring out how to fight it. The person that created it must have been very powerful, or it had to have some sort of... power source. There was a chance, but he would have to find a way to crack its skin to find out.
Tekeshi concentrated. He didn't do this often, but it was one of the easier of the powers to use. Just slow down time, or it may have been speeding up his thought processes. He didn't really know which it was, but amounted to the same result either way.
It may have also just been speeding himself up physically. He seemed to move at the same rate to himself, but he noticed that particles of dust were moving slower. A drip of blood from the upper floor also seemed to fall so slowly as to allow him to walk under it before it reached halfway.
He finally reached the Golem one more time, and this time, the blow was at a normal speed for him. Observing how it moved, it was almost like it had springs in its arms. He didn't know enough about them to know what all they could be made out of, but he had a feeling that it was almost what humans would call a robot. He couldn't see past the armor, but he had a feeling that it was entirely made of metal.
He caught the fist, and the blow stopped. He was starting to understand. It was an irresistible force, and he wasn't quite the immovable object he would have liked to have been. However it seemed that he had matched the force, and canceled it. So it was faster than him typically, but just as strong. Now to see if it was just as tough.
The answer ended up being no, which didn't' really surprise him that much. Being able to get a good look at the thing's gauntlet, it was damaged from hitting him before. So all he did was bring his left hand back, and punch completely through it. Though in his arrogance he released its hand, and slowed back down.
He felt the hand close over his head, and he soon found himself embedded into the wall behind it. He hadn't thought about the fact that it didn't have internal organs. He was now learning the biggest issue with fighting a golem. There wasn't an easy killing blow. It also then learned something.
Pissed off demigods, couldn't always control their powers, and weren't always in control of themselves when that happened.
It could have also just been Tekeshi. There weren't that many demigods, never had been, and there was a chance he was the only one alive. All he did know, was that when he became aware again, there was simply a pile of scrap in the room with him. He didn't know what he had done, but it had worked.
He approached the pile. Some of the plates looked almost like he had taken bites out of them. Bites, like with his teeth. Places looked crumpled, and others shattered. It, scared him. He did this without even being conscious of it. What if he lost control like this with Utsuki, or his sisters? What would happen to them?
He shook his head and put it out of his mind. He couldn't afford to think like that. If he thought like that, it might happen. He had to always believe that he could control himself around the people he loved.
Looking down he noticed a box that was cracked open in the scrap. He felt something, familiar. Something that he felt in his bones. The same thing he had felt in Mexico.
He knelt and tore the box open. Inside lay a polished piece of jasper. It was red in color, and hadn't been carved into the shape of a heart. It had formed that way naturally, and had only been polished for appearance. There appeared to be little white lines throughout it. It seemed so insig-.
A bright light blinded him, as an extremely high decibel sound eliminated his equilibrium. He fell on one side. His hearing returned quicker than his sight.
"Oh so sad. I don't know what you wanted with that, but if you really want it, you are going to have to work for it. You three take it and go. By car, he might be able to trace magical means now. I'm so sorry that I can't stay long Teki, but we both know what you would do to me. I love you, bye bye," he knew the voice, and he was surprised that it did that to him.
He heard the elevator open, and then close. He also caught a scent, and scried it. He didn't know what the man was, but he had an odor, and Tekeshi would be willing to challenge Chick to a smell off.