Post by Kiraburu Sarutobi on Nov 25, 2017 6:24:07 GMT
Solo Title: A Pair of Cardboard Wings
Planet:Earth
Location: Somewhere in the North Capital
Reason: Mission from the BBA
OOC: Kira will henceforth be effectively blind.
Kira peered around the wall he’d been hiding behind. What he saw was a little baffling to say the least, jaw dropping to say the most. Many henchmen, all wearing crimson red bandanas on various parts of their bodies were carting around crates of different sizes. If his handler’s information was correct, and it was never wrong, there were various illegal items within each of the different crates. He pulled at his collar, the tight black suit was a little uncomfortable but standard for infiltration. Agent Slice had made him wear it because of the delicate situation that would’ve developed had Kiraburu been caught. He had to agree with her this time; being riddled with holes didn’t sound that appealing today. He looked back at the room. It was a massive hanger with various machinery and conveyor belts running this way and that. An innumerous amount of weaponry that looked like it could blow up the entire continent was making it’s way out of the warehouse and into some large trucks just outside. Kira moved around the next corner and slipped into the shadows behind a large piece of machinery that he couldn’t work in a million years. Numerous dials and buttons whizzed and blinked in numerous positions and colors. Just in front of him were a few stairs with what looked like a fox zoan at the top, operating at a control panel. There were no guards around him at least, it would be easy to get information of him. Kira’s heart beat quickened and he took the few short steps up the small staircase, coming right behind the oblivious worker. In a fluid movement he clamped a hand over its mouth and pulled her into the shadows behind another corner. He pushed the poor soul firmly into the wall and covered their eyes now, studying everything about the Zoan from its pointy red ears to its swishing red tail. Kira turned an interesting shade of pink and his heart started beating harder still. He hadn’t notice the worker to be a female, attractive even at that. She opened her mouth, frantically trying to say something. “PLEASE I-”!! Kira clapped his hand over her mouth again and she let out a small squeak. She looked like she was about to cry. Kira peeked around the same corner he’d just hid behind, then back at the trembling girl.
“Be quiet, I know you’re here as a… prisoner of sorts. I’m trying to bring the Redkaps down. Seeing as you don’t have a brand or some silly red scarf, I’m assuming you won’t know anything, or escort the head honchos in your free time. Where emergency cut-off switch?” Kira spoke quickly, and kept his hand over the girl’s eyes. “And… where are the teddybears?” He slipped up at this sentence. He’d been disguising his voice until that point but the request was a little too ridiculous. “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. Speak. Quietly.” He did as he said he would and the girl, still trembling took a deep breath.
“They said someone from the BBA was coming… Whispers up the grape vine,” She gulped and continued “But there’s no switch like you’re looking for.. The big boss is up in his room… at the back of the factory.”
“Thank you. I’m taking my hand off your eyes. Keep them closed, I can’t have you seeing my face… Can’t imagine what they’d do to you just to get me.” Kira slowly took his hand off her eyes and crept away from her. The girl opened her eyes, and her assailant, or rather her unseen hero, were gone before her eyes readjusted to being open. All she saw was just the hint of black, escaping into a hallway extending off the main factory. “Be strong… Our hero in black.”
Kira kept close to the shadows, only darting across well lit areas. He never wavered, every step was calculated. He’d been tasked with the ever-important mission of taking down a criminal syndicate. He remembered the first time he’d encountered one of their members. It’d been a long while ago. He was just making a trip into town for some tea. That day ended with few gangbangers in the dirt, and one with a broken clavicle. Ever since that day he’d had a drive to stop them. Kira joined the Blue Banner Army just a short time after that, and he’d been using its resources to try and stop them. Now was finally chance to take down almost the entirety of their Northern Hideout. He’d have to move throughout the rest of the country, but it’d be entirely worth it to take down another arms dealer. This one was particularly sinister. They’d originally acquired their nickname, the Redkaps, when their primary torture method was revealed. Kira shuttered when he remembered seeing the victims for the first time. Very rarely would those individuals survive. They induced a Vasogenic edema; in essence, getting water on the brain and causing to swell until severe damage was achieved in the victim. This was how the name started, but eventually, the brass of the Redkaps would start wearing some sort of noticeably red ornament or article of clothing signifying their rank. After a while, this spread to their lieutenants, until eventually basically all you had to do was throw on a red scarf and you could be a Redkap. Part of his missions was supposed to be how they achieved this, but it seemed like something unimportant compared to taking down a crime syndicate.
Kira focused Ki into his eyes, focusing his vision and extended it slightly. He’d found a good candidate for where the ‘boss’ was. Four armed guards, all wearing a read garment or two were standing outside a door with a square window in it. The glass was fogged up but Kira was sure he saw a figure counting out large stacks of zeni. Kira pondered on how he’d approach this situation, and get into that room unannounced, this single door being the only conceivable entrance. Suddenly Kira something cold press against the back of his neck. Instinctively he went to apprehend his assailant, but this only led to something slamming into the back of his head. He was forced forewards, rolling a few times before sitting up and slowing himself with his hands. He brought a hand to the back of his head and it came away bloody. Someone stepped out of the shadows he’d just been in, and the four men guarding the door either brandished or pointed some sort of weapon in Kira’s direction. He turned his head back towards the door and saw a dark figure behind it turn look up from its pile then suddenly disappear. A shadow approached the door until it opened, and a stout man came out. Though he looked heavy, and a bit on the older side, every inch of his body seemed ready to kill. Kira studied him for a moment, then the clicking of safeties being switched off and the readying of every firearm in the area made him look around. A soft applauding pulled him out of this focus, and the ‘boss’ just stood there. A slow grin slowly cut across his wrinkled face. He spoke with a thick foreign accent and took a few steps through his guard. “Provo, misser ah...Kiraburu, Wazzit? Rarely do we receive agents that make it this far.” Kira stood to his full height. His staff materialized behind him and he heard several whirring sounds, preceded by the readying of more weapons. Several more men had trickled into the room, all had similar weapons. “I wouldn’t suggest moving so suddenly Kiraburu. You’ll scare them. Well, since you’ve made it this far, I’ll tell you my name.” Kira was sure everyone in the room could hear his heart beating. Even if he died right here, the BBA could greatly benefit from this information. He pressed the hidden communicator on his palm, and a small beep in his ear told him it was transmitting. “I am Crim, leader of this quadrant of the Redkaps. If you’re wondering how a simple gun Wounded you well…” Kira didn’t hear the next part of a the sentence. The sharpest pain he’d ever felt suddenly tore itself through the left part of his torso. He fell to one knee and brought up a hand to stifle the blood now flowing from his mouth. He looked up at Crim, who took a few steps closer to Kira. “That first shot was dialed back a bit. The second one was well.. For my pleasure.” Another pain, this time in Kira’s left shoulder brought him lower to the floor. He was only propping himself up on one hand and his knees. He’d never been in so much pain in his life. Were those…? “Railguns.” Kira looked up, his eyes reddening from the tears of pain. “The boys in the lab have cooked up something special… Something about small balls of… oh what was it? Katchin? moving close to the speed of light? I don’t know that’s up to them. It was made special for fighters like you. One of those is capable of tearing through skyscrapers. I’m surprised you could still move after a shot to the head. Well… It seems we took care of that. Enjoy getting over your injuries. Also… one of our minions has done some… let’s just say research on you. It’s come out that you don’t have a last name. We’ve decided that ‘Sarutobi’ is rather fitting for you, monkey boy. Well, enjoy your severe trauma. Ciao.” With that, Crim turned to walk out of the room.
“Slice, did you get all of that?” Kira whispered into his microphone.He heard a whimpered affirmative in his ear piece. After just a moment he chuckled. Crim stopped in his tracks. Kira slowly rose, some of his bones grinding together where small amounts of Katchin had separated them. “I’ve had worse but… I’m sorry. I’m still going to have to take you in.” Kira’s staff was in his hands again. He had to admit, he was aching. Superfluous amounts of blood were oozing through the black leather of his stealth uniform. He smiled courteously at his surrounding attackers. He heard the whirring of railguns being charged and started preparing an attack of his own. Sparks started flying out from around him, and a vortex of flame started forming around himself and extended down his staff. At once about a dozen beams of light crossed where Kira was standing, only for that form to suddenly dissipate. “Did we get ‘im?” Asked one particularly dull-witted looking lackee. That lackee looked down at his hands, which were nearly singed to the bone. Miscellaneous screams and the sound of metal clanking against the cement floor. Kira now stood just inches from the man he was to take in. “I have the evidence to take you in, ‘Crim’. You’ve admitted your involvement with the Redkaps,” Just to be dramatic he pointed his now flaming staff at the chest of Crim and stated “What say you in your defense”? The man simply chuckled, and Kira cocked his head to one side in confusion. Only then did he realized the man was no longer in front of him. He looked down, and saw the hand bursting from his chest, dripping a thick, red liquid.
Kira’s eyes snapped open and he tried to sit bolt upright only for heavy chains to restrain him and slam him back into the table. His eyes swiveled frantically in their sockets. A large cone of yellow light was projecting down on him from above. He suddenly felt the extreme cool of the stainless steel table he was chained to. A familiar-heavily accented voice was suddenly in Kira’s ears. He tried to say something witty, but his tongue only rubbed against a coarse fabric and only then had he realized he was gagged. “Kiraburu, You have been a thorn in my side. For quite some time now you’ve been hurting our operations in the North, and I think I’ve had enough of it.” Crim made various gestures with his hands as he paced around the table. Kira looked around the room. There were three people in the room with him. Crim, an Acrosian with red skin, and the Zoanthrope from earlier. He eyed her suspiciously but she only looked back at Kira with pleading eyes. It was obvious she had been crying; her eyes were bloodshot like she’d been dipped in a chlorinated pool and there were large red marks all over her face and exposed skin. Kira leaned back against his metal bed, knowing she hadn’t even seen him and this could in no way be her fault. He tuned back in as the screen flickered on, and Crim had started speaking again. “You keep taking my men. Granted you’ve never killed any of them. Clearly you have some sort of moral fiber, but punishment must be rendered against those who deserve it. Did you really thing, that I, the leader of this organization, was not a strong individual? I will say it was hard to pierce your chest and not kill you… You’re a rather strong individual but we’re all so delicate on the inside.” Crim laughed and Kira started, looking down at his chest. It had been expertly sealed, and a large bandage was placed over it. He realized his staff was in a glass case in the Girl’s hands. It seemed to be struggling to break free from its containment. This was a feature to his staff Kira hadn’t realized before and he assumed this was why she was so torn up. Crim’s voice pierced through Kira’s thoughts again, this time in the middle of one of Crim’s sentences. “... And I was thinking, what better way to get back at you then to take one of yours? So I decided, to find the one who guides you on your missions.” Kira’s blood felt like ice water, and he knew he must’ve gone pale. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Agent Slice!” Crim gestured extremely emphatically towards the large monitor. Kira craned his neck only for the table to pivot up, giving him a good view for whatever atrocity he was about to see. There she was, the his half-demon liaison. She had a large set of headphones on and was into what appeared to be an extremely intense game of “Ring”, the popular shooter.She was screaming things at her monitor and all she was wearing was a small pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap top. The room in her small apartment was scattered with various articles of clothing. A shelf of knick knacks was next to her closet where various items were strewn haphazardly. Kira could see her BBA blouse and skirt hanging in the closet. Kira tried to scream through his gag, but only muffled noise came out of his mouth. “I see you have her there Mk. I! Why don’t you go ahead and pull the trigger there?” Tears were starting to well up in Kira’s eyes but he couldn’t take his eyes off the screen lest he miss his partern’s final moments. He felt his heart stop, as he heard the words he’d been dreading. “Affirmative Red Leader.” The next few seconds seemed to go in slow motion. Kira saw the glass shatter, and his partner shutter. He saw the blood start to seep into her clothes and smear across her lilac skin. He saw her look down at the new whole in her chest, and suddenly collapse forwards from her bed and supposedly onto the floor.
Kira wasn’t sure what happened but suddenly his strength amplified. He wasn’t sure what the chains were made of, for they still held him back, but suddenly the room was ablaze. Yellow tongues of fire licked everything and burned every organic material in their path. Only clothes seemed to be affected, and only some of them were signed. Kira’s own black suit was nearly burnt off, but Crim stood among the flames seemingly unaffected. An almost satanic grin etched permanently across his face. The acrosian simply chuckled and the zoanthrope girl was standing on a table nearby. The flames died down after a few minutes and kira was left panting and sweating, tears still running down his cheeks and his face feeling flushed and turning red. He flopped down, not even bothering to keep himself up. He felt a strangely cold hand pinch either his cheeks. “We’re not done after that show… I thought that you’d learn some respect after I just robbed your little girlfriend of the rest of her life,” Girlfriend was a stronger word than what Kira thought, but it was true that he had feelings for her. He couldn’t, nor was there reason to deny it now that she was gone. “Now, I think we’ll resort to the backup plan…” The screen flickered again, this time snow obscured the video feed periodically.Despite this, Kira saw a familiar shape working happily in a humble kitchen. “Mk. II! Take, your, SHOT!”
“Read you loud and clear Red Leader.” Kira’s scream couldn’t be stopped now. He tore and struggled and cried and resisted all he could against the strongest chains he’d ever felt. He didn’t even have tears to cry anymore. Kira could only give quiet gasps of inspiration. He suddenly fell limp. In the screen was Cassel, the woman who had raised him and taught him to fight. The woman who might as well have been Kira’s mother. He saw her look out the window absentmindedly, no doubt waiting for Kira to come through the door any minute, groceries in hand. In the next second Cassel’s left eye imploded in a neat circle, and she dropped to the floor. “Confirmed kill red leader.”
Kira fell limp in the chains, not wanting to move anymore. “You know Kira… The surprises aren’t over yet! I never want you to forget what you’ve seen today. Gentlemen, if you would so kindly bring in the blind fold!” Two larger men brought on what looked like a black visor. Kira looked up only to see several holes in the device. It would cover both of his eyes if he’d tried to it on his head. He still hadn’t processed what he’d seen. He’d never feel the warmth of her hugs again. He’d never taste her cooking again. He’d never see her smile again. His mind was racing too fast now. He could only think of Cassel. He remembered the time he’d accidentally called her mom and she’d just smiled and hugged him close. The two larger men pushed Kira against his metal frame and held him there. He noticed there was a large red button on the other side of the ‘blindfold’ as his bastard of a host had referred to it. He heard one of them say “Would you like to do the honors, Sir?” Kira swore that Crim was becoming more and more psychotic as he continued talking. Red leader responded, a childish squeak in his voice. “I’d love to, thank you kindly! You know Kira,” Crim continued, now grinning wildly for some reason. I REALLY, want you to remember this day. I want you to see their faces forever. SO! They’ll be the last thing you’ll ever see.” Kira felt cool metal pressed over his eyes, then a faint ‘click’ as Crim sank his finger into the red button on the other side of the device, followed by the worst pain he’d ever felt before, and surely would ever feel. What felt like a million nails sank deep into his eyes and flesh. He felt a thick warmth surge over his face; heard drips spill down onto the floor. Where there had been peaks of light peaking through holes turned to a large gray circle in Kira’s vision, and then nothing. No lights, not a thing that even resembled sight made it’s way through to Kira. “Well Kira, 36 pins just sank into your eyes! I hope you remember this lesson for the rest of your life! Have fun trying to pry that off you flaming Blue Bannered Army sh*t!” Kira felt the warmth of blood and other liquids pouring down his face. As painful as this was he couldn’t say it even compared to the pain he’d felt when he saw his family fall. He raised his head, to where he thought he was facing Crim. His next words were laced with venom. In between syllabus, it seemed Kira was holding in the scream of his life. “Wherever you hide, wherever you go, wherever you flee, I will find you…”
“Yeah?! And what will you do then?! If you're going to fly, you're going to have to do better than a pair of Cardboard wings boy!!!"
“I’ll give you this pain… i’ll make sure everyone you care about is gone, and I WILL, make you feel this pain.” Crim laughed at this.
“Kira, SaruSh*t, you’re welcome to try. You two, remove him. I’m done with this.. Mess.” Kira felt the changes loosen, and he felt limp to the floor. His face collided dead on with the hard concrete and forced the ‘blindfold’ deeper into his eyes and face. He felt two powerful arms loop underneath his armpits. He felt his legs dragging against the floor as they moved him, heard the zoan’s muffled whimpers as he was escorted past her. He heard the laughs and jeers of the various gang members he’d been fighting for such a long time. He saw nothing. He heard two large doors opening wide with a large screech, then felt himself thrown forwards into the snow of the North. He heard door creak open once more, then felt a large and heavy weight hit his back. He heard glass chatter and suddenly felt his staff in his hands. He propped himslef up with it, shivering as his skin came into contact with more snow with each movement. One thing and one thing alone fueled him. Pure unadulterated rage was surging through his body and only one thought was toying around his mind: “I’ll kill the man who did this if it’s the last thing I do…” The snow turned red, as Kira pulled himself through its white oceans. His only drive now was a rage he’d never felt before.
Planet:Earth
Location: Somewhere in the North Capital
Reason: Mission from the BBA
OOC: Kira will henceforth be effectively blind.
Kira peered around the wall he’d been hiding behind. What he saw was a little baffling to say the least, jaw dropping to say the most. Many henchmen, all wearing crimson red bandanas on various parts of their bodies were carting around crates of different sizes. If his handler’s information was correct, and it was never wrong, there were various illegal items within each of the different crates. He pulled at his collar, the tight black suit was a little uncomfortable but standard for infiltration. Agent Slice had made him wear it because of the delicate situation that would’ve developed had Kiraburu been caught. He had to agree with her this time; being riddled with holes didn’t sound that appealing today. He looked back at the room. It was a massive hanger with various machinery and conveyor belts running this way and that. An innumerous amount of weaponry that looked like it could blow up the entire continent was making it’s way out of the warehouse and into some large trucks just outside. Kira moved around the next corner and slipped into the shadows behind a large piece of machinery that he couldn’t work in a million years. Numerous dials and buttons whizzed and blinked in numerous positions and colors. Just in front of him were a few stairs with what looked like a fox zoan at the top, operating at a control panel. There were no guards around him at least, it would be easy to get information of him. Kira’s heart beat quickened and he took the few short steps up the small staircase, coming right behind the oblivious worker. In a fluid movement he clamped a hand over its mouth and pulled her into the shadows behind another corner. He pushed the poor soul firmly into the wall and covered their eyes now, studying everything about the Zoan from its pointy red ears to its swishing red tail. Kira turned an interesting shade of pink and his heart started beating harder still. He hadn’t notice the worker to be a female, attractive even at that. She opened her mouth, frantically trying to say something. “PLEASE I-”!! Kira clapped his hand over her mouth again and she let out a small squeak. She looked like she was about to cry. Kira peeked around the same corner he’d just hid behind, then back at the trembling girl.
“Be quiet, I know you’re here as a… prisoner of sorts. I’m trying to bring the Redkaps down. Seeing as you don’t have a brand or some silly red scarf, I’m assuming you won’t know anything, or escort the head honchos in your free time. Where emergency cut-off switch?” Kira spoke quickly, and kept his hand over the girl’s eyes. “And… where are the teddybears?” He slipped up at this sentence. He’d been disguising his voice until that point but the request was a little too ridiculous. “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. Speak. Quietly.” He did as he said he would and the girl, still trembling took a deep breath.
“They said someone from the BBA was coming… Whispers up the grape vine,” She gulped and continued “But there’s no switch like you’re looking for.. The big boss is up in his room… at the back of the factory.”
“Thank you. I’m taking my hand off your eyes. Keep them closed, I can’t have you seeing my face… Can’t imagine what they’d do to you just to get me.” Kira slowly took his hand off her eyes and crept away from her. The girl opened her eyes, and her assailant, or rather her unseen hero, were gone before her eyes readjusted to being open. All she saw was just the hint of black, escaping into a hallway extending off the main factory. “Be strong… Our hero in black.”
Kira kept close to the shadows, only darting across well lit areas. He never wavered, every step was calculated. He’d been tasked with the ever-important mission of taking down a criminal syndicate. He remembered the first time he’d encountered one of their members. It’d been a long while ago. He was just making a trip into town for some tea. That day ended with few gangbangers in the dirt, and one with a broken clavicle. Ever since that day he’d had a drive to stop them. Kira joined the Blue Banner Army just a short time after that, and he’d been using its resources to try and stop them. Now was finally chance to take down almost the entirety of their Northern Hideout. He’d have to move throughout the rest of the country, but it’d be entirely worth it to take down another arms dealer. This one was particularly sinister. They’d originally acquired their nickname, the Redkaps, when their primary torture method was revealed. Kira shuttered when he remembered seeing the victims for the first time. Very rarely would those individuals survive. They induced a Vasogenic edema; in essence, getting water on the brain and causing to swell until severe damage was achieved in the victim. This was how the name started, but eventually, the brass of the Redkaps would start wearing some sort of noticeably red ornament or article of clothing signifying their rank. After a while, this spread to their lieutenants, until eventually basically all you had to do was throw on a red scarf and you could be a Redkap. Part of his missions was supposed to be how they achieved this, but it seemed like something unimportant compared to taking down a crime syndicate.
Kira focused Ki into his eyes, focusing his vision and extended it slightly. He’d found a good candidate for where the ‘boss’ was. Four armed guards, all wearing a read garment or two were standing outside a door with a square window in it. The glass was fogged up but Kira was sure he saw a figure counting out large stacks of zeni. Kira pondered on how he’d approach this situation, and get into that room unannounced, this single door being the only conceivable entrance. Suddenly Kira something cold press against the back of his neck. Instinctively he went to apprehend his assailant, but this only led to something slamming into the back of his head. He was forced forewards, rolling a few times before sitting up and slowing himself with his hands. He brought a hand to the back of his head and it came away bloody. Someone stepped out of the shadows he’d just been in, and the four men guarding the door either brandished or pointed some sort of weapon in Kira’s direction. He turned his head back towards the door and saw a dark figure behind it turn look up from its pile then suddenly disappear. A shadow approached the door until it opened, and a stout man came out. Though he looked heavy, and a bit on the older side, every inch of his body seemed ready to kill. Kira studied him for a moment, then the clicking of safeties being switched off and the readying of every firearm in the area made him look around. A soft applauding pulled him out of this focus, and the ‘boss’ just stood there. A slow grin slowly cut across his wrinkled face. He spoke with a thick foreign accent and took a few steps through his guard. “Provo, misser ah...Kiraburu, Wazzit? Rarely do we receive agents that make it this far.” Kira stood to his full height. His staff materialized behind him and he heard several whirring sounds, preceded by the readying of more weapons. Several more men had trickled into the room, all had similar weapons. “I wouldn’t suggest moving so suddenly Kiraburu. You’ll scare them. Well, since you’ve made it this far, I’ll tell you my name.” Kira was sure everyone in the room could hear his heart beating. Even if he died right here, the BBA could greatly benefit from this information. He pressed the hidden communicator on his palm, and a small beep in his ear told him it was transmitting. “I am Crim, leader of this quadrant of the Redkaps. If you’re wondering how a simple gun Wounded you well…” Kira didn’t hear the next part of a the sentence. The sharpest pain he’d ever felt suddenly tore itself through the left part of his torso. He fell to one knee and brought up a hand to stifle the blood now flowing from his mouth. He looked up at Crim, who took a few steps closer to Kira. “That first shot was dialed back a bit. The second one was well.. For my pleasure.” Another pain, this time in Kira’s left shoulder brought him lower to the floor. He was only propping himself up on one hand and his knees. He’d never been in so much pain in his life. Were those…? “Railguns.” Kira looked up, his eyes reddening from the tears of pain. “The boys in the lab have cooked up something special… Something about small balls of… oh what was it? Katchin? moving close to the speed of light? I don’t know that’s up to them. It was made special for fighters like you. One of those is capable of tearing through skyscrapers. I’m surprised you could still move after a shot to the head. Well… It seems we took care of that. Enjoy getting over your injuries. Also… one of our minions has done some… let’s just say research on you. It’s come out that you don’t have a last name. We’ve decided that ‘Sarutobi’ is rather fitting for you, monkey boy. Well, enjoy your severe trauma. Ciao.” With that, Crim turned to walk out of the room.
“Slice, did you get all of that?” Kira whispered into his microphone.He heard a whimpered affirmative in his ear piece. After just a moment he chuckled. Crim stopped in his tracks. Kira slowly rose, some of his bones grinding together where small amounts of Katchin had separated them. “I’ve had worse but… I’m sorry. I’m still going to have to take you in.” Kira’s staff was in his hands again. He had to admit, he was aching. Superfluous amounts of blood were oozing through the black leather of his stealth uniform. He smiled courteously at his surrounding attackers. He heard the whirring of railguns being charged and started preparing an attack of his own. Sparks started flying out from around him, and a vortex of flame started forming around himself and extended down his staff. At once about a dozen beams of light crossed where Kira was standing, only for that form to suddenly dissipate. “Did we get ‘im?” Asked one particularly dull-witted looking lackee. That lackee looked down at his hands, which were nearly singed to the bone. Miscellaneous screams and the sound of metal clanking against the cement floor. Kira now stood just inches from the man he was to take in. “I have the evidence to take you in, ‘Crim’. You’ve admitted your involvement with the Redkaps,” Just to be dramatic he pointed his now flaming staff at the chest of Crim and stated “What say you in your defense”? The man simply chuckled, and Kira cocked his head to one side in confusion. Only then did he realized the man was no longer in front of him. He looked down, and saw the hand bursting from his chest, dripping a thick, red liquid.
Kira’s eyes snapped open and he tried to sit bolt upright only for heavy chains to restrain him and slam him back into the table. His eyes swiveled frantically in their sockets. A large cone of yellow light was projecting down on him from above. He suddenly felt the extreme cool of the stainless steel table he was chained to. A familiar-heavily accented voice was suddenly in Kira’s ears. He tried to say something witty, but his tongue only rubbed against a coarse fabric and only then had he realized he was gagged. “Kiraburu, You have been a thorn in my side. For quite some time now you’ve been hurting our operations in the North, and I think I’ve had enough of it.” Crim made various gestures with his hands as he paced around the table. Kira looked around the room. There were three people in the room with him. Crim, an Acrosian with red skin, and the Zoanthrope from earlier. He eyed her suspiciously but she only looked back at Kira with pleading eyes. It was obvious she had been crying; her eyes were bloodshot like she’d been dipped in a chlorinated pool and there were large red marks all over her face and exposed skin. Kira leaned back against his metal bed, knowing she hadn’t even seen him and this could in no way be her fault. He tuned back in as the screen flickered on, and Crim had started speaking again. “You keep taking my men. Granted you’ve never killed any of them. Clearly you have some sort of moral fiber, but punishment must be rendered against those who deserve it. Did you really thing, that I, the leader of this organization, was not a strong individual? I will say it was hard to pierce your chest and not kill you… You’re a rather strong individual but we’re all so delicate on the inside.” Crim laughed and Kira started, looking down at his chest. It had been expertly sealed, and a large bandage was placed over it. He realized his staff was in a glass case in the Girl’s hands. It seemed to be struggling to break free from its containment. This was a feature to his staff Kira hadn’t realized before and he assumed this was why she was so torn up. Crim’s voice pierced through Kira’s thoughts again, this time in the middle of one of Crim’s sentences. “... And I was thinking, what better way to get back at you then to take one of yours? So I decided, to find the one who guides you on your missions.” Kira’s blood felt like ice water, and he knew he must’ve gone pale. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Agent Slice!” Crim gestured extremely emphatically towards the large monitor. Kira craned his neck only for the table to pivot up, giving him a good view for whatever atrocity he was about to see. There she was, the his half-demon liaison. She had a large set of headphones on and was into what appeared to be an extremely intense game of “Ring”, the popular shooter.She was screaming things at her monitor and all she was wearing was a small pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap top. The room in her small apartment was scattered with various articles of clothing. A shelf of knick knacks was next to her closet where various items were strewn haphazardly. Kira could see her BBA blouse and skirt hanging in the closet. Kira tried to scream through his gag, but only muffled noise came out of his mouth. “I see you have her there Mk. I! Why don’t you go ahead and pull the trigger there?” Tears were starting to well up in Kira’s eyes but he couldn’t take his eyes off the screen lest he miss his partern’s final moments. He felt his heart stop, as he heard the words he’d been dreading. “Affirmative Red Leader.” The next few seconds seemed to go in slow motion. Kira saw the glass shatter, and his partner shutter. He saw the blood start to seep into her clothes and smear across her lilac skin. He saw her look down at the new whole in her chest, and suddenly collapse forwards from her bed and supposedly onto the floor.
Kira wasn’t sure what happened but suddenly his strength amplified. He wasn’t sure what the chains were made of, for they still held him back, but suddenly the room was ablaze. Yellow tongues of fire licked everything and burned every organic material in their path. Only clothes seemed to be affected, and only some of them were signed. Kira’s own black suit was nearly burnt off, but Crim stood among the flames seemingly unaffected. An almost satanic grin etched permanently across his face. The acrosian simply chuckled and the zoanthrope girl was standing on a table nearby. The flames died down after a few minutes and kira was left panting and sweating, tears still running down his cheeks and his face feeling flushed and turning red. He flopped down, not even bothering to keep himself up. He felt a strangely cold hand pinch either his cheeks. “We’re not done after that show… I thought that you’d learn some respect after I just robbed your little girlfriend of the rest of her life,” Girlfriend was a stronger word than what Kira thought, but it was true that he had feelings for her. He couldn’t, nor was there reason to deny it now that she was gone. “Now, I think we’ll resort to the backup plan…” The screen flickered again, this time snow obscured the video feed periodically.Despite this, Kira saw a familiar shape working happily in a humble kitchen. “Mk. II! Take, your, SHOT!”
“Read you loud and clear Red Leader.” Kira’s scream couldn’t be stopped now. He tore and struggled and cried and resisted all he could against the strongest chains he’d ever felt. He didn’t even have tears to cry anymore. Kira could only give quiet gasps of inspiration. He suddenly fell limp. In the screen was Cassel, the woman who had raised him and taught him to fight. The woman who might as well have been Kira’s mother. He saw her look out the window absentmindedly, no doubt waiting for Kira to come through the door any minute, groceries in hand. In the next second Cassel’s left eye imploded in a neat circle, and she dropped to the floor. “Confirmed kill red leader.”
Kira fell limp in the chains, not wanting to move anymore. “You know Kira… The surprises aren’t over yet! I never want you to forget what you’ve seen today. Gentlemen, if you would so kindly bring in the blind fold!” Two larger men brought on what looked like a black visor. Kira looked up only to see several holes in the device. It would cover both of his eyes if he’d tried to it on his head. He still hadn’t processed what he’d seen. He’d never feel the warmth of her hugs again. He’d never taste her cooking again. He’d never see her smile again. His mind was racing too fast now. He could only think of Cassel. He remembered the time he’d accidentally called her mom and she’d just smiled and hugged him close. The two larger men pushed Kira against his metal frame and held him there. He noticed there was a large red button on the other side of the ‘blindfold’ as his bastard of a host had referred to it. He heard one of them say “Would you like to do the honors, Sir?” Kira swore that Crim was becoming more and more psychotic as he continued talking. Red leader responded, a childish squeak in his voice. “I’d love to, thank you kindly! You know Kira,” Crim continued, now grinning wildly for some reason. I REALLY, want you to remember this day. I want you to see their faces forever. SO! They’ll be the last thing you’ll ever see.” Kira felt cool metal pressed over his eyes, then a faint ‘click’ as Crim sank his finger into the red button on the other side of the device, followed by the worst pain he’d ever felt before, and surely would ever feel. What felt like a million nails sank deep into his eyes and flesh. He felt a thick warmth surge over his face; heard drips spill down onto the floor. Where there had been peaks of light peaking through holes turned to a large gray circle in Kira’s vision, and then nothing. No lights, not a thing that even resembled sight made it’s way through to Kira. “Well Kira, 36 pins just sank into your eyes! I hope you remember this lesson for the rest of your life! Have fun trying to pry that off you flaming Blue Bannered Army sh*t!” Kira felt the warmth of blood and other liquids pouring down his face. As painful as this was he couldn’t say it even compared to the pain he’d felt when he saw his family fall. He raised his head, to where he thought he was facing Crim. His next words were laced with venom. In between syllabus, it seemed Kira was holding in the scream of his life. “Wherever you hide, wherever you go, wherever you flee, I will find you…”
“Yeah?! And what will you do then?! If you're going to fly, you're going to have to do better than a pair of Cardboard wings boy!!!"
“I’ll give you this pain… i’ll make sure everyone you care about is gone, and I WILL, make you feel this pain.” Crim laughed at this.
“Kira, SaruSh*t, you’re welcome to try. You two, remove him. I’m done with this.. Mess.” Kira felt the changes loosen, and he felt limp to the floor. His face collided dead on with the hard concrete and forced the ‘blindfold’ deeper into his eyes and face. He felt two powerful arms loop underneath his armpits. He felt his legs dragging against the floor as they moved him, heard the zoan’s muffled whimpers as he was escorted past her. He heard the laughs and jeers of the various gang members he’d been fighting for such a long time. He saw nothing. He heard two large doors opening wide with a large screech, then felt himself thrown forwards into the snow of the North. He heard door creak open once more, then felt a large and heavy weight hit his back. He heard glass chatter and suddenly felt his staff in his hands. He propped himslef up with it, shivering as his skin came into contact with more snow with each movement. One thing and one thing alone fueled him. Pure unadulterated rage was surging through his body and only one thought was toying around his mind: “I’ll kill the man who did this if it’s the last thing I do…” The snow turned red, as Kira pulled himself through its white oceans. His only drive now was a rage he’d never felt before.