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Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter 5
Wisps of cold air blew through an even colder, darkened room. One single light-bulb hung at the entrance. The figure of a giant sat behind its enormous desk and ruffled papers around. He then pressed the intercom, placed at the upper right hand side. His finger alone nearly overtook the olarge button. “Miss Judai, please send Punkfilter in right away.”
It was strange that the report on the East hadn't come. Punkfilter was unusually timely in his reports, unlike the other two. The intercom buzzed back. “He's just come in. I will send him up right away.”
The man behind the desk had grown tired of looking at the reports. Each gang was haplessly killing themselves and going nowhere. Nothing he could use. The clear ‘ding’ of the elevator told him Punkfilter had arrived as the metallic doors slid open.
“This report had better be interesting,” TFK ordered. “I haven't had anything worthy of interest in this city for days. I'm considering blowing something up just for that reason.”
Punkfilter grinned at his boss's nature. As dark and foreboding as he was to everyone else, Punkfilter knew he liked to cause chaos and pain in every direction, only to keep him content.
“As informant of the East,” Punkfilter began, “it is usually very simple picking up the minutiae of a district that does little. My report is late because there have been interesting happenings.”
“The East is a hole where the bad gangs go to bury themselves. Nothing of too much interest could be happening there,” TFK said as he skimmed through the report. “The Eagle gang? GP?”
“It's the gang from earlier, master. The sound boy, the kama guy, and that girl.” He smiled to himself as he remembered his encounter with her. “They are growing in power and numbers. They have not only solidified their claim to the East, but they are have decimated the number of gangs there. They could claim the East.”
“They will not survive. You and I have seen their strength. The other gangs will not allow them,” TFK laughed. “Besides, they rule the small unwanted filth of the East. But I, who rules the city, could have them squished in a heartbeat.”
“I know that someone is trying to defeat the East. And the Eagles are being used as the weapon,” Punkfilter said as he handed a note to TFK. “I don't know who wrote it, but the plan seems obvious. And I can guess who wrote it, if you'd like.”
“Not necessary. Good find, but this is obvious.”
Punkfilter laughed a bit wickedly. “It seems my duties as informant won't be necessary. The East is about to commit suicide against itself.”
“I hope it goes well,” TFK smiled. A bit of news worth reading, at least.
**
Renden felt the presence quietly fading. The presence of death untamed. In front of him Destinykil was staring down and smiling at a wall. A sticky red substance reflected the low light overhead as the sun began to settle. “You killed this gang yourself, huh?” Renden muttered.
“Yes, the excellent me, has done it, indeed,” Destinykil smiled deep. “I have a vision for the East. No, make it all of WOTNopolis. Why not, why not do it, Renden?” he asked. “We could paint the entire city in the color of red. The beautiful crimson. And me, the excellent me, indeed, I could rise above. I could rise above and take from those who sit above. I could rise above, and take from them, and paint them red.”
Renden knew to avoid the look in his eyes and didn’t face him. After his sword had tasted blood he was hardly conversational. “So, it seems that the gang has been made excellent use of, so far. I've just sent out word of the attack.”
Destinykil quietly drew an eagle on the wall with blood. “They were a lot help. This shall be their memorial into the new world, indeed,” he cackled.
“We shall capture the leader tonight before the attack. I do not like him. Will you oversee to this?” Renden asked cautiously.
“Yes, the girl shall be slain,” he said.
“No, the leader. The sound guy,” Renden corrected.
“No kama's will defeat me,” Destinykil smiled.
“Erm, of course,” Renden shrugged. “So, you will oversee the bomb and make sure the fools don't know it’s there?”
“Of course,” Destinykil smiled. “The excellent me, can handle this breezy job and then I will join you in the blood bath of our enemies.”
**
Yoyo looked over her shoulder. “Is he still here?”
“As long as he lets me nap, I don't care. Unlike some people,” Bano attacked.
“Wasn't asking you. And if you're looking for beauty sleep, apparently 24/7 isn't cutting it,” Yoyo snapped back.
“It cut it for your mum last night,” Bano poked. “I'm going to the bathroo—”
“Karate Pow!” shouted the man in his typical phrase that was remembered for planning stupidity. “Aha! Bano fell perfectly for my trap in the bathroom.”
Bano looked around and sat back down. He wasn't going now. Q on the other hand just raced through several Cherry Cokes and was making his way there.
It wasn't long after Q went inside that he screamed and ran out. “The freedom is an angry starfish doing in there?”
“Haha! My plan worked!” Jake jumped in glee. Bano wandered over to see what he meant and saw a starfish in the bathroom with a frowning face drawn on a post it pressed over him.
“Er, yeah. Its, really menacing Q. Um, good job Jake?” Bano said confused.
“I do believe men are regressing,” Yoyo muttered to herself.
“Hey! Don't lump me in with those two morons,” Bano growled. “I’m so on a different level.”
“You, Jake, shall be called Jake the Great!” Q exclaimed to the blonde boy. “Because your attack was so triumphant.”
Bano bonked Q for giving away his nickname. Q mumbled an ‘ow’ and rubbed the top of his head as Bano turned away dejectedly. A small black dog picked up its tired head from Q’s bed, hearing the joyous Jake and jumped off. The soft pitter-patter of his paws made Q turned to him and picked him up, scratching his left ear softly. “Hey, guys, I'm going to walk Cherry Coke. I’ll be back later,” Q said the group, and with that he was out the door.
“We are the weirdest gang on earth,” Bano grumbled.
“That's because I conquered you,” Jake nodded.
“Did anyone even notice I was here?” Clair spoke up, frowning at the fact
that she was obviously ignored.
**
Q watched the little black ball of fur walk down the street. It constantly stopped to sniff at whatever its nose would catch. As the small dog did this, Q looked up. Q noticed there were no stars out. “Weird, WOTNopolis never has stars,” he said to the confusion of nearby vendors.
Little Cherry Coke happily sniffed the air and attacked anyone who got close enough to him. He liked to playfully stand up on people, even though dogs aren't supposed to do that. Q didn't stop him, though, because he figured it was Bano's job to train him. Although, he did stop Cherry Coke when he got into some trash. Trash littered the streets everywhere.
Things were unusually quiet. Q only counted two cars having gone by on the street the entire time they were out. And even the vendors sensed that something wasn't right as Q saw many were closing shop at 8 o’clock.
Q decided it was probably just because everyone was tired. In fact, things were going great till he heard a tiny little sniff sound. Q looked at Cherry Coke and picked him up quickly. “Cherry Coke! You sneezed! Help! We need a veterinarian! He sneezed!”
Q looked around wildly. That was when he saw the street was dead empty. Cherry Coke licked his cheek at being picked up. Q then decided the sneeze probably wasn't as bad as he thought. As he came to this decision he noticed the spot he was standing in was getting brighter rather quickly. He turned and saw a pair of headlights staring at him.
“Hey! Is that your dog?” he heard a man with a choked cough yell.
“Yes, it is! His name is Cherry Coke,” Q affirmed.
“Get in quick!” a guy shouted as he threw open a side door to the van. Q hopped in with Cherry Coke bundled in his arms, with no question to the stranger. The chairs were not uncomfortable, and the van was extremely dirty with refuse in every direction.
“Why?” Q asked realizing this was the kind of question you should ask beforehand.
“That sneeze! We saw your dog sneeze,” the front seat driver, who was wearing a hat, said as if it explained all.
“So?” Q asked unsurely.
Tick, tick, tick.
A man sitting next to the driver was wearing a pair of sunglasses and just smirked. One other person was in the back of the van with Q. “May I see your dog?” the man asked quietly.
“Yes,” Q smiled and handed him Cherry Coke. The man was sweating and he looked nervously around. Q also noticed that the two men in the front seemed to be glaring a little at the man in the backseat with Q.
“You see,” the man's voice was shaky. “That sneeze is a common side effect of rabies.”
Q gasped. He hadn't thought that it would be that serious. Poor Cherry Coke!
“We can help you with him. We're taking you to our dog hospital on the outskirts of town.”
Q nodded and grabbed the man's shoulder. The guy instantly flinched back but then smiled a shaky smile. “Thanks very much, I appreciate it. Cherry Coke is very important to me,” Q said to him sincerely.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
Instead of seeming appreciative the guy seemed to feel as if this were a worse punishment than a reprimand. “What's your name?” Q asked the nervous man.
“I'm, uh, well,” the man shook. Q noticed the two drivers quietly glaring again. “Call me Shinobi's Redemption,” the man finally grasped.
“Nice to meet you, I'm Q,” Q said. “How do you know so much about dogs?”
The man pet Cherry Coke quietly and seemed to agonize at the friendly talk. “Look,” the man dropped his voice. “Your dog is...”
“Your dog is in serious trouble,” the man upfront said then coughed. He seemed to cutoff anything that Shinobi might have meant. Shinobi's face immediately dropped and he hung his head.
“Yes, your dog is in grave danger, just trust us,” the man in sunglasses said. He had no real emotion behind it. He seemed as if he'd rather be somewhere else.
“Thanks then,” Q said gratefully. Shinobi's hands continued to shakily pet Cherry Coke as sweat ran down his brow. “Hey, are you sure you're alright, Shinobi? You seem to be sicker than my dog,” Q laughed to himself. “And does anyone else hear a ticking noise?”
Tick, tick, tick, tick
Shinobi just nodded abstractly. “Wait, ticking noise?”
“Yeah, it’s annoying,” Q explained, but Shinobi just shrugged it off.
He then looked Q in the eye. Q could sense determination behind his gaze. Shinobi's hand picked up a pen off the floor and Q saw him write something down on the palm of his hand while carefully monitoring the front two men's movements.
“What are you doing?” the man in sunglasses angrily shouted and turned around.
Tickticktickticktick.
At that moment Shinobi put his hand to Q's face and read the words that were etched quickly onto the sweating skin:
Get out!
Q suddenly recognized the ticking noise and wrenched Cherry Coke out of the man's arms and threw the door open. The van started to swerve as the front two passengers pulled out guns and turned to shoot them.
Q felt his shoulder blade pull forward, forcing his body to slam the pavement of the road. He had wrapped himself around Cherry Coke so Q knew that he was safe. But the impact created by the fall onto his arm caused him to cry out in agony. A trickle of blood ran down the side of his head and blurred his vision. A fire was letting off intense amounts of heat nearby and he could hear someone else screaming out in pain. Q stumbled to his feet and felt his vision returning to him slowly.
Q had fallen out of the vehicle when the two men shot into the back of the car. The sound of the bullets exiting the weapon and whirring through the air had disturbed Q to the point that he lost control of his senses for a few long moments. Luckily, besides whimpering quietly in his arms, Cherry Coke seemed safe. Q was surprised the bomb had gone off so close. It had barely made it another hundred feet down the road.
Q suddenly noticed that the pained crying was that of Shinobi. “Help me! Oh Lord!” he cried helplessly, “He promised! He promised!”
“Who promised?” Q questioned aloud. A voice shocked Q to his core when it answered.
“I promised they'd come back alive,” a voice thundered close behind him. Q spun around and almost tripped at the sound of his voice.
Q watched as a man wearing a dark hood crept towards the incident and moved some of the wreckage. His arm shot out from under the cloak so quickly Q's eyes almost hadn't followed it. Deep into the smoking flame it dragged a screaming body out. Q instantly recognized the terror stricken face of Shinobi Redemption covered in blood.
“Please, please! I'm sorry! Please!” the bloodied man begged.
From underneath the cloak, his other hand shot out, and in this hand was a sword. Q watched the flames dance in the sword's mystical reflection. The sword was almost transparent and it seemed to have a tinge of a glow in it. Q gasped when the sword was plunged from the height that Destinykil held it at and deep into Shinobi's side. Shinobi’s breath was taken out of him instantly, and he began to choke. Destinykil smirked and laughed cruelly.
“How's that feel? You failure, you couldn't even die right!” he cackled. “Indeed, the almighty me had to do it in the end. The sword wants blood.”
In that moment Destinykil surged the sword deeper and ripped it to the right, revealing the inside of Shinobi's opened chest. Q’s eyes widened and he grabbed the small dog quivering behind his leg and quietly placed him behind a pillar. He ripped some cloth off of his sleeves and tied the pieces together, leashing Cherry Coke to the column.
Q stood before the large blood puddle that contained Destinykil and his kill in its center. “Why did you do that? Why did you kill your own loyal man?” Q asked quietly, yet sternly.
“The sword requested it, indeed,” Destinykil answered simply as he cracked his neck to the left, and then to the right. “Plus, the soldier failed. My sword should have been drinking your blood, and instead it had to make do with his, indeed. Not that it matters. The almighty me can finish a squirt like you off, indeed.”
Q stared at his sneakers, which had soaked up a small amount of blood. “Why do you want to kill me?” he questioned.
“It’s a part of Renden's plan. We have decided to conquer the East. You should fear for your friends, for your hideout shall come under a devastating attack. Oh no, today ends the East as a multitude of gangs, and begins the East as the Empire of the Serpent!” Destinykil cackled obnoxiously. Q watched as he swung his sword coarsely into the air, making a light whistling noise.
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(END OF PART 1 Chapter 5. Continue reading below.)
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