The following fic is rated MATURE for violence, language, sexuality, drugs, and alcohol. The characters are all works of fiction based on the personalities of several Otakuboards members, though they are in no way personal judgements or a means of insult for said members. We're all friends here. Please enjoy the read, and comment me with any form of feedback you wish.
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A Zen/Mister Asterisk Production
I woke up to the sound of a gun cocking. A shiny, Browning 9mm.Hi-Power right in my face. All I could do is think to myself Nice…. I looked past the barrel of the gun to see the face of a young woman. Her face was stern, almost without emotion, save a slight hint of regret being suppressed. Brown hair tied back, brown eyes looking at mine. It was Vicky.
“I’m sorry, but the money is too good to pass up.” That’s what she said in an almost casual voice before she fired a round at my face as I quickly jerked my head to the side and gripped the wrist holding the gun. I pulled Vicky forward, pushing my elbow into her solar plexus before rolling off my bed and disarming her. I quickly put her in my sights and fired without hesitating. I still missed. She was on me already, stabbing me in the side with some god-forsaken knife before I could even react.
She began the motions to rip out my stomach, but I quickly jumped off the blade and ran into the living room of the hotel suite. She followed me quickly with the blade of what had to be a wakizashi glistening in the moon light coming in from the window. The window! I thought. I quickly positioned myself with Vicky between me and the large, 13th story window. It was dark, all I could see was her dark silhouette in the moon-lit night. This would have to work.
“You shoulda known better, Vick.” I said arrogantly, trying to distract her attention momentarily. I raised the Browning and emptied the clip all around Vicky, cracking the window all over. Vick quickly backed up, crouching over to make herself a smaller target. Her back was pressed against the window, just as I had planned.
Realizing I had missed her, Vicky raised her head with a smirk and laughed at me. “Nice shootin’, tex…” she said with a characteristic sarcasm. The wakizashi was lowered, this was my chance. With a deep growl, I ran and spun into a spinning back kick, pushing my heel deep into her chest. With a parting scream of surprise, Vicky flew out of the window. I watched her fall for a few moments before the wakizashi came flying back up at me, almost going through my chin. The blade nicked my nose and stuck in the window seal above my head. “Shit.” was all I could say.
Exhausted, I fell back a few steps and slumped down onto the couch. I looked down at the rather deep stab wound in my belly and swore. There was blood all over the place, particularly on my legs and underwear. I swore again. I slowly rose and stumbled into the bedroom and looked through my supply case, a large, silver brief case which held my scarce medical supplies. I looked through the supply and found some disinfectant and my stitching kit. I lay back against the bed and gritted my teeth as I rubbed the disinfectant onto my wound. This isn’t worth it… I started to think to myself. Then I looked at the information sheet pinned to the wall. The shadowy picture of a hooded man on it, only his lower face visible. The single name, James, which captioned the bottom. And the hefty $13,000,000 dollar bounty attached to it. But it will be..
I had to be quick stitching myself up. Security, and possibly the cops, would be here soon. I steadied my hand mentally as I ran the needle through my flesh. I finished quickly, bandaged myself up, got dressed and began gathering my things. I heard a knock at the door, and it wasn’t room service.
“Sir! Sir! Someone has reported a disturbance coming from this room! Please open the door sir!” an urgent female voice yelled through the door. I heard the sound of heavy foot steps around her. Big fellows. I strapped my backpack on tight and left the medical case. Grabbing my odachi*, I walked out to the balcony and looked down the long drop. I shook my head, put the odachi between my back and the back pack, and hopped over the bars, grabbing the ledge. I hung and looked down to the next floor’s balcony. Timing would be everything.
I let go, and missed. I started screaming. I missed again, and I kept screaming. Then I got lucky as I grabbed hold of a metal bar-guard and hung. My shoulder felt like it had dislocated, but it hadn’t. I got lucky, after all. I climbed over the bars and looked into the room. It looked empty. I walked in slowly and then found out it wasn’t, the sound of sex coming from the bedroom. I tiptoed over to the door and let myself out just as one of the participants apparently climaxed. I laughed to myself at the ridiculous sound.
I tried to keep a low profile walking through the halls, pushing my sword down further so the hilt was less visible. I jogged to the stair case and hurried down. As I exited the hotel, the door man gave me a kind, “Have a good night, sir!”. I was back on the streets of Otaku City.
I needed somewhere to stay. But where could I? With all the assassins looking for the bounty on that sad motherfucker James’ head, I’d have to watch my back just as much as him. After all, first place is the only winner; there would be no prize for second place. Roughly a dozen assassins out for the same guy, working against each other. I don’t know who came up with that brilliant plan, but they obviously wanted the job done in the worst way possible. Hell, he (or she) even got me scratching for the cash.
I don’t know about everyone else, but three million is enough to buy me for about anything…
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Odachi: a Japanese sword with a blade slighter longer than a Katana’s and a handle almost as long as the blade itself.
Wakizashi: a Japanese short-sword, usually used as a side arm or in ceremony.
