Chapter 21 - Reborn
By Shuya_Nanahara
“DOWN!!!” said the commentator. “Mashiba is DOWN!!! Mashiba hung on up to this point, but he’s finally down!!”
The roar of the crowd, the sounds the glove makes at contact with another person, all you would expect to hear at a boxing match. The seconds, the cut man, the fighters, the people; everybody is overwhelmed by the excitement of a boxing match.
Michelle Ozzal is no different, she truly enjoyed boxing. Although a weird hobby for a female, boxing gives off a strong sense of pride, which is needed in order to be a Head Governor. Some people would have said that she had the presence of a boxer desiring the top prize: The World.
“9…10!!!” counted the referee.
“M-Mashiba is out cold. He literally sunk into the canvas!!” said the commentator as the bell rang. “And the match is over! And at this moment the East Japan Featherweight Rookie Champion has been decided! And his name is Makunouchi Ippo!”
“Wow, I can’t believe he really won. I never expected it to go this way,” commented Ozzal. “He’s a true warrior, that Makunouchi. Boxing from the land of the big red dot is the best. Lately, it’s the only boxing that satisfies me… It‘s a shame I can‘t leave this place to go see a match live.”
Suddenly Ozzal heard footsteps behind her; it was General B. Zoltron.
“Excuse me, Head Governor Ozzal, but there’s a call waiting for you,” he informed.
“I thought I told you this before, Zoltron… I hate being interrupted while I’m watching boxing. I hate it as much as when it rains… and guess what? It’s raining right now!” she snapped.
“I’m sorry, Head Governor Ozzal, but it seems to be important… They have arrived,” Zoltron said.
“They? Are you sure it’s those two?” asked Ozzal.
“Yes, I’m most certain,” replied Zoltron.
“Then what are you waiting here for?! Give me the **bleep** phone now!” Ozzal commanded.
“I… I apologize for interrupting you once again,” said Zoltron, handing her the phone.
“Ugh, it’s fine! Now just go and leave me alone down here. It was about time I found some use for this huge 65 inch television inside Comdot Estate. I do like watching my boxing matches alone, however, so report to me when I call for you later,” she said.
“Excuse me then, I will take my absence now,” said Zoltron.
I’ll really never understand why she likes boxing…
Zoltron thought to himself as he walked away. Not even I like it.
***
“Michelle!” said the male voice on the phone.
“Since when have I allowed you to call me by my name?” said a fuming Ozzal, feeling disrespected.
“Aww, come on now, I’m just greeting you here. You’re the one that called for me after all, and I was having a blast over The Land of the Big Red Dot,” the voice said.
“That doesn’t mean you can greet me that way! I am sorry to ruin your vacation, though. I know your dad wanted you to have a good time. But enough of that, where are you located currently?” asked Ozzal, sighing.
“I’m inside the café right now. #2 and I have already split to do our assigned duties. Haha, you should have seen everybody here; they gave me a weird look as soon as I said ‘Michelle,‘” the voice said jokingly. “There’re so many people inside this café. The rain is really pouring.”
“I see… Well look, I’ve changed my mind about the assignment. I decided that there is another thing that I want you both to do… I want to raid it again. But this time it will be different. I expected Emeri to do much better in her assignment, but she was defeated as you know. Also, Jake is currently missing, and I have been informed that his target is not dead, but this new assignment doesn‘t involve the death of John Sadar,” then Ozzal said, in a serious tone, “…however, I don’t want any failures.”
“Don’t worry, Michelle, when have I ever failed you?” said the voice cockily.
“Don’t get full of yourself. It doesn’t matter if you’re number one (in the whole Echelon organization), you know?” Ozzal said.
“But it shouldn’t be a problem for me, should it?” asked #1.
“I hope not. I do trust you, #1. Right now, I’m busy though, so you will be informed of the new plan at another time.”
“I see, I hope you have my money ready, Makunouchi just won after all,” said # 1 said with a big grin on his face.
“What?! Ugh, I was hoping you wouldn’t see that. The café is showing the match?” said Ozzal in a frustration.
“No, but #2 called me a bit ago. He’s located in a bar right now, checking things out, and that‘s when he told me I won,” #1 said happily.
“Well, the thing I have to tell you concerns that bar, but I will have your dad tell you later. Bye for now, kid,” Ozzal said.
“Bye, Michelle, I love you!” said #1 cheerfully.
“Don’t even joke like that… I hope that’s just so you can pass off this phone call as if you’re talking to your girlfriend,” Ozzal said embarrassed and a bit angry.
“Yeah, yeah, you know it,” #1 said, amused.
And with that, Michelle Ozzal ended the phone call and prepared for the upcoming bout. After all, Date Eiji was her favorite boxer, and he was the next in the ring.
***
“I always feel so hollow…I wish I could help it, but something very important is missing from me. I can’t bear it any longer, sometimes I just want to kill myself.” – said a man, who obviously sounded troubled. “Can I really go on like this without revenge? Can I really live the rest of my life… without my **bleep**?”
“It’s okay, Gottel. I’m sure you’ll get through this,” the psychiatrist said.
“It’s not okay, Doc!” said Gottel, as the frustration overcame him.
“I need you to relax; this session is for just that” said the psychiatrist, remaining calm.
The two individuals had this same discussion every week. Gottel has these sessions to calm his rage and depression, but everyday it looked as though he was getting farther from that goal, as bad news involving Ozzal was always around him.
“I know, Mr. Mogi, I know,” Gottel said.
“Why does everybody start calling me that? My name is Currency, Augustus Currency!” the psychiatrist said. “It’s all my **bleep**-shaking secretary’s fault…”
“Well, I picked it up from somewhere…but I can’t remember…” pondered Gottel.
“Dooo you guys need some udoku? ^____^” Falchie said, as she literally busted through the door.
“Falchie… HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO KNOCK?!… Goddamn,” – Currency said in an upset tone.
“Well, I was just trying to be helpful >_>.. So you guys want coffee or not?” said Falchie, ignoring Currency.
“I’ll take your offer,” said Gottel with a smile across his face.
“Yeah, I guess I will, too…” said Currency with a sigh.
“OKAY! I’ll be back in a bit then!” Falchie said as she closed (what was left of) the door.
“That woman can be a real pain! I don’t know what I was thinking when I accepted her to become my secretary, maybe the looks. I don’t know,” Currency said, while Gottel just smiled, amused at the scene.
“Let us continue then, but I should warn you, the coffee she brings isn‘t ever good,” said Currency to Gottel.
Gottel continued talking till the end of the session, and he later reported to Trunks’ Pub, as another meeting with the Syndicate was to occur that night.
***
~ Dear Hikki ~
First of all, I want you to know I’m sorry for this, Hikki, but I must leave town forever. I don’t think I can have a solid future here in Lower Actonia anymore. The fights are breaking loose, and it’s just a matter of time before this whole war breaks out. I’m also sorry for the loss you suffered with Argeno, proof that you should be more careful. I contacted you to be my main baker here, in this beautiful café. I was hesitant at first, but then I tried your pastries. You make the best pastries I’ve ever tasted Hikki, and I want you to continue to make them! They bring smiles to anyone that taste them, and lately smiles are rare around Lower Actonia. I have already set up all the papers, you are now the official owner of this café, and I hope you will enjoy it.
This is goodbye. I will miss you, Hikki. You’ll probably never see me again, as by the time you read this I will already have left town.
Please, do what you can for Lucille and her family!
~ Love, Luna ~
When Hikki read these last words, a single tear dropped onto the pink note from his blue eyes. The smiling owner of this café was to now leave forever. He sat down in a chair in front of the table where he found the note and a stack of papers, presumably for the café’s ownership.
He always liked opening the café early because he wanted to prepare himself for the day of baking ahead. He took a sip of the coffee he had made himself. It had been a long meeting with the Syndicate last night, discussing a new location for their meetings. Trunks‘ Pub had been raided, and it wasn‘t a secure place for them anymore. This was also the first day back baking at the café since his capture at Comdot Estate.
When vill ze tragediez end…
Hikki thought to himself. Vill it be ovah ven he finally gets vwat she vwants, Landon? Et more importantly, ven vill I ve able to get you bahk?
Hikki got up, heading towards the kitchen. It was time to put truth in Luna’s words and make smiles for the citizens. There was a faint smell of blueberry in the kitchen, and in a way, it comforted him.
***
“Matrix, is it ready?” asked Goda anxiously.
“It needs one more week, but there’s no doubt in my mind: this one is perfect,” Matrix said, remarkably in a serious tone.
“I see” said Ozzal.
Ozzal, Taredan, and Goda were all in the lab, while Matrix and Amy were furiously working on the project which had consumed 5 years of their lives in the making. Matrix had finally hit a breakthrough, and he was able to achieve two types of chemicals, dubbed B-stimulant and C-stimulant.
The B-stimulant was an upgraded variation of the chemical that was currently used on Jake Thompson. The chemical has the power to act alone, without the need of the needle placed in Jake Thompson’s shoulder blade. The B-Stimulant also makes the user the “Perfect Slave” for 24 hours, however, the B-stimulant, after it’s third use on human blood, becomes a necessity for the human body. If only used once, it will clean itself out of the blood system in two weeks. The B-stimulant is taken in the form of a maroon capsule, and it knocks the user out the first time, and when awake, after five minutes the user goes berserk. Earlier prototypes of this capsule were marked in red, but they were far more dangerous to the user, as it caused death by Asphyxia. If the user did manage to survive, he or she would not remember what had happened while induced by the stimulant.
The C-Stimulant was the first of its kind. It was an idea developed from the serious side of Matrix and had Goda’s backing. This green capsule had the same power that the B-Stimulant did, but with the big difference was that the user had complete control over their actions, allowing the brain to function at its full capacity. The C-Stimulant betas had only been successfully used by only one human to date, and everyone else that had been tested with it ended up with the same reaction the old chemical gave Jack Thompson, the thirst for blood. The brain was rendered useless after the 8 hours passed, but now the complete version was done, and was to be tested on that human first.
“See, Taredan. I told you Matrix’s inventions would come through for us, but now we need a subject for this experiment on the B-Stimulant… but who?” asked Goda.
I could of swore you gave a meme to yourself about firing the man…
Taredan thought to himself.
“Emeri,” Ozzal said with a smirk. “She doesn’t deserve to be tried with the C-Stimulant. Her actions and failures have spoken by themselves. She has always been and will always be a failure. Jake has also been deemed a failure. He could have been the perfect soldier… It‘s a shame he also failed, and I‘ve grown quite impatient.”
“I can’t wait till he comes home,” said Goda with his trademark hideous grin.
“Oh wow, fatherly love shown by Goda. I didn’t know you were capable of that,” joked Taredan.
“Anyway, I will have to excuse myself for now. She should be awake by now,” Ozzal said. “I want Blaken’s head! He’s caused far too much trouble, and unfortunately, he’s still AWOL. But I know exactly what to do to draw him out. I have already taken the first steps, and if all goes smoothly, it‘ll be ready soon.” She then turned and walked away.
“Who’s awake?” Tom asked Goda.
“Spice, Ozzal wants to try an experiment with her. It will also help out bring Landon Blaken of his hiding. That‘s all she said it would do, very cryptic,” Goda answered.
“I see,” said Taredan, as he shifted his attention towards Matrix and Amy, who were both now distracted by one of Matrix’s perverted inventions.
***
“…Where am I?” said Spice as she awoke. “I don’t remember what happened after those soldiers took me away… what happened to Angel?!” Her words were suddenly interrupted as she began to notice her surroundings. She realized that she was tied to a chair, her legs and arms immobilized by chains. She looked around the room still confused, but that’s when she noticed… in front of her stood the very same person that closed her spam factory, Michelle Ozzal.
“Hello, Spice,” Michelle Ozzal said, smiling.
“Hello, you **bleep**… where am I?” demanded Spice, angrily.
“Now, now, there’s no need for that. I’m going to be a straight shooter. I don’t have time to waste, You have two choices: live or to die. I’ll let you decide which option you wish to take,” said Ozzal, as she reached into her pockets. When she pulled out her hands out, she revealed a red capsule in her right hand, and in her left hand she held a gun.
“Take the left hand, and you die. Take the right hand, and you live. Choose now,” Ozzal said coldly.
“Haha, I’m not going to fall for those kind of bluffs. You need me,” Spice said cockily. “Why else would you bother capturing me? You probably want to know where Landon is, but to tell you the truth, I don’t have the smallest clue, and if I did, I wouldn’t tell scum like you.”
“You’re going to help me find Landon,“ said Ozzal.
Spice looked at her confused.
“I’m giving you a chance to live, Spice… you should really take it,” Ozzal said, with the same evil look she had displayed before to Dewey in her eyes as she stared at Spice.
Spice, in return, began screaming every curse word she could remember to Ozzal. She had never been frustrated this way before; she was tied up, defenseless against the person that had ruined her future.
Suddenly, Ozzal instructed a guard behind Spice to pry her mouth open. Spice’s eyes widened; she hadn’t felt another presence in the room. Spice fought against it, tilting her head and even biting the guard‘s finger, but all this did was agitate the guard, causing him to roughly pry her mouth open. Spice’s eyes suddenly started rolling with tears. She broke down into a panic.
“Now… I’m going to ask again, which one will it be? The right hand or the left?” asked Ozzal, overlooking Spice’s pathetic facial expression, and as she instructed the guard to let her mouth loose so she could speak clearly.
“I… I don’t want to die. Please don’t kill me… I’ll take the right hand!” Spice said desperately. Her life was in Ozzal’s hands, and she could do nothing about it. Even if it meant betraying the Syndicate and her cause, in the end, her life mattered more to her than a spam factory she inherited from her father. But what would the future behold for her?
Again the guard pried her mouth open in order to make sure she wouldn’t try anything stupid. Ozzal dropped the pill in her mouth, followed by a small cup of water. Spice swallowed the pill.
She then passed out.
“There, there, sweetie, you will now have your chance at a future. At least you won’t remember what you’re about to do. Guard, take her to the cell,” commanded Ozzal “On the bright side, you will get to live a normal life after this, if normal means you‘ll be my new assassin. At least you‘ll get to keep your mind, unlike Emeri.”
***
“Okay, is she completely sure she wants to go through with this?” questioned #1.
“Yes, she wants that place to be destroyed completely. You guys have to take care of it,” said Goda “and I’d like you to do so soon. I have a big surprise for you when you get home, son.”
“Sweet, I can’t wait, you always have the best surprises. But I have to hang up. I have to inform #2 of this right away so we can get started,” said #1.
“Alright, bye-” the phone cut off before Goda could say his adopted son’s name. Annoyed, he went to meet Ozzal to see what had happened with her experiment.
***
Ahh man, I hope I’m not late…I overslept!
Gottel thought while running through the street, heading toward Trunks’ Pub. The Syndicate had planned a meeting early. It was about the discussion of Cille’s extraction from Comdot Estate.
Yes, I’m almost there! I really need a drink
! Gottel pondered while he pulled out his cell phone. He noticed he had 3 missed calls, all from Samson, and 2 unread messages, also both from Samson. He opened them.
“Dude, you have to wake up, this is important! You do remember the location for our meeting was changed for today, don’t you? If not, we meet in the Café de Lune basement at 10 P.M.,” instructed Samson.
“Oh no. I should have checked my messages before I started walking to the pub! Dammit! And I just got here, too,” Gottel said as he was right in front of the Pub’s entrance. When he was about to turn around and head over the direction to the Café, he saw a shadow move inside the Pub.
He headed over toward the door. Maybe Trunks was closing up just now, and he could still get a quick drink.
As he came upon the door, he noticed that it had been opened by force. The lock was completely broken off. He quickly pulled out a gun from his ankle, and headed inside. The strong smell of gasoline and liquor filled the pub. While he was walking in the darkness, he slipped and fell into a huge puddle of gasoline. It seemed that he was in the center of the bar. He grabbed onto a table top and pulled himself up. And that’s when he saw it again, the shadow.
He quickly pointed his gun at it, and fired a shot. There was a thud, but it sounded like he hit the wall.
Suddenly, he heard a light switch flicker, and the lights were back on. The place’s new wooden tables were completely smashed, the liquor mixed with the gas, and everything had been thrown to the floor. Gottel soon realized someone was going to set a blaze to this place.
“Hey man, you mind putting that thing down? My friend gets a bit antsy when there’s a gun around,” a man said.
Gottel quickly turned around and came face to face with a young male. His face sported a huge grin. He had his hands on his pockets and was leaning against a wall, relaxed as if he was just a teenager loitering.
“What are you doing?” asked Gottel, pointing his gun at the guy. “And what do you mean your friend gets antsy around a gun? There’s nobody else here but you and me!”
“Oh really?” the young male said smiling. “Well, check behind you.”
“Wait what… ”
Gottel was suddenly struck in the back of the head. He fell down immediately, unconscious from the hard blow to the skull.
“I told you so… Kay El gets antsy when there’s a gun around,” the young male said, laughing. “Alright, he seems like an interesting guy. Let’s take him with us back to Comdot Estate, my dad told me about needing subjects for a new experiment,” #1 said.
“Alright, I guess he’s lucky. I wouldn’t mind killing him right now,” said Kay El, otherwise known as #2.
“Can’t always have it your way. Well, I’ll carry him to the car, just set this place ablaze already,” #1 said as he picked up Gottel with ease and started carrying him outside.
“Alright Zeus, whatever you say.” said Kay El, who held a lighter. He was a tall man, very corpulent looking and of light brownish skin. He then picked up a Tequila bottle left on the tabletop and proceeded to take a swig. After that, he dropped the rest of the liquor from the center of the place to the entrance. He turned the lighter on and dropped it onto the floor. Trunks’ Pub started burning swiftly, while the two assailants took Gottel away.
***
“I’m getting worried,” said Samson. “He’s not here, and he’s usually punctual.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure Gottel is fine,” said Sadar. He then turned to Hikki. “So she’s gone forever you say?”
“Oh, monsieur, pleeze don’t vremind me! It vreaks my hawt every time I zink aboot it,” said Hikki, depressed.
“Alright, so are we going to get this meeting underway or what? We need to rescue Cille. We can’t let another of Blaken’s family members get hurt!” said Trunks.
“You’re right, it’s time we start this off,” said Clarice.
“GUYS!!!” screamed a voice from upstairs, suddenly rushing downstairs.
“Jean, what’s wrong?!” asked Clarice, with a worried look in her face
“Trunks’ Pub… it’s… its burning!!” exclaimed Jean, out of breath.
“WHAAAAT?!!!?” Trunks hollered, as everybody got up from the table and headed upstairs and outside to see what was going on.
***
“Oh no, where am I now?… Why do they keep changing my cell everyday? Are they trying to play mind games with me?” Cille said, annoyed, as she awoke in yet again another cell. Curiously, it seemed this was the one with the most room of all the ones she has been in.
She then noticed that there was another human, in the fetal position, on the other side of the room. It was a woman.
She headed towards this woman, and recognized her face instantly. It was the very same girl that hated her for being an ‘Elitist,’ Spice. E. Spamton. She knew right away this might be a troublesome place to be in, and wanted to leave this cell before she woke up. To her bad luck, Spice seemed to start waking up.
“Huh… what’s going on?” she said dazily. “Who are you…? Wait, I know you… WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”
“Right now is not the time for this, Spice. We are trapped inside this cell together, so we need to work together,” said Cille, keeping her cool.
“Well, I guess that’ll be fine. Anyway, did they give it to you too?” Spice asked.
“Give me what? Cille, looked at her, puzzled.
“…Nothing,” Spice said.
“Alright… whatever,” Cille said as she turned her head. She then noticed a peculiar item in the end corner of the room. It was a long sharp dagger. She was quickly freaked out by it. Why was it there? She walked over toward it and picked it up.
“Spice, take a look at this,” Cille said as she handed her the dagger.
“Wow, it’s huge. Maybe we can use it to escape,” said Spice as she examined the dagger.
“Maybe, but this place seems like it’s solid concrete. It only has small air ducts and that cell door there. This is a very awkward cell,” Cille said, concerned.
“I suppose you are right, but I don’t know, we have to…” Spice said, before she started feeling like she was choking.
“Spice, are you okay?” Cille went over to her to have a closer look. Spice was running out of breath.
“I… can’t… breathe,” Spice said, as she collapsed on the floor.
Cille needed to take action quickly. She needs air! Cille thought to herself, and the only thing that came into mind was CPR.
She kneeled down and tilted Spice’s head. She checked for breathing, but heard nothing. She pinched Spice’s nose closed, and pressed her mouth against hers, and gave two full breaths. She took her lips off of Spice’s, and she proceeded to put her hands in Spice’s chest, but Spice’s shirt got in the way, so she proceeded to rip it off.
She placed her hands in Spice’s chest, and started pushing down. When she got to 30, there was still no response from Spice, and she, once again, checked for breathing. When there was none, she pinched Spice’s nose again, and closed Spice’s mouth with hers, repeating the 2 full breaths.
She wasn’t about to give up on Spice, and she started pushing down on Spice’s chest for the second time. When she got to 23, there was a reaction. Spice’s body began to move. Cille felt relieved, as Spice let out a huge gasp for breath. She then was slowly regaining her breath. Cille told Spice to take it easy, but got no response from her. Is she shocked that I had just saved her life? And what the hell had just happened?
When suddenly, Spice stood up.
***
“Hey, I told you to take it easy!” Cille yelled at Spice. “Your breathing isn’t back to normal yet, don’t force it.”
“…what is this…what is this taste in my mouth?” Spice said, startling Cille. “What is this putrid flavor I taste…”
“Well excuse me, but if it wasn’t for that ‘putrid flavor’, you wouldn’t be here right now!” Cille said, angered by Spice’s comment.
“I see… I think I should repay you the favor…” Spice said scarily.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Cille said. She could feel something wasn’t quite right with Spice.
“It’ll be fine, Cille… I’ll try to not make it painful,” Spice said, as she kneeled down and picked up the dagger.
“… Oh my god… what in the hell is wrong with you?!” Cille screamed at her, panicked by Spice’s comment. She backed away from Spice, but that’s when she looked into Spice’s eyes…
And she saw it, the clear distinct look… the look of total bloodlust, almost like a wild animal. Spice’s blue eyes were now blood red. Her facial expression lacked any kind of emotion. Spice held the dagger tightly, and got closer to Cille.
Cille needed to do something now, if she didn’t want to die. She looked around everywhere in the cell, but there was nothing, just floor, a locked door, and Spice seemingly gone Berserk.
Cille’s usual gentle expression was now one of terror. She would get to die alone, never to see Raef or her love, Landon Blaken, again, never to go against Ozzal’s World Domination plan, and never to see that name forgetting, brave fool that is Straight Cougar.
Cille started crying in grief, shame, and pain. Could she really not fight back? Would she die here, and never see anybody she ever cared about again?
She had forgotten about Spice… She suddenly felt a very sharp pain shoot through her right forearm, Cille let out a big scream, and with her left hand punched Spice’s face. But Spice’s facial expression didn’t change, showing no signs of pain. She showed nothing.
“I’ve changed my mind, Cille,” Spice said. “I do want to make this painful.” And then, Cille realized the nightmare had just begun, as Spice formed a horrible smirk on her face, and proceeded to stab Cille in the stomach.
Cille managed to push Spice back, but Spice ran at her and managed to stab her right leg. It wasn’t looking too good for Cille. Spice then took a swing at her face, resulting in a cut on her cheek. The once calm and collective Cille was now in a panic.
Spice held the dagger, looking at the blood that stained it, and decided there needed to be more, more blood. That’s all she could think about, blood. She enjoyed seeing it; she couldn’t help herself. She rushed at Cille, and a weak Cille couldn’t dodge her. She took another stab in the shoulder.
Cille groaned in extreme pain, and Spice, wanting to see more blood, started kneeing the stomach where Cille was stabbed. Cille started bleeding from the mouth, but managed to punch Spice away again. However, she collapsed from the pain. Spice once again walked menacingly toward her, holding the dagger tightly. As Spice was to take her stab, Cille kicked her in the stomach, pushing her away. Spice got angry and rushed at Cille, but Cille kicked her away once again. She wouldn’t go down without a fight. This time Spice stabbed at Cille‘s left leg, and was successful. Cille was defenseless now, as Spice got beside her and slapped her.
“I want you to taste it… the horrible taste… of you,” Spice said, as pushed the dagger in between Cille’s cheeks. Cille groaned in pain. The scene was gory, but someone was enjoying it: Michelle Ozzal. As she looked over a monitor, it seemed her test had gone well. The breathing stop was unexpected, but she managed to live long enough to bring her a show.
Spice retracted her dagger, and stabbed Cille in the neck, ending her life. Not satisfied with the blood, she got on top of Cille’s body and started stabbing at it endlessly.
Ozzal instructed Goda to put Spice to sleep, and Goda activated a gas that went through the ventilation, rending Spice unconscious.
***
“Would you mind carrying him to the underground lab?” Zeus asked Kay El. “I don’t feel like carrying the guy anymore.”
“Alright, man… you’re lazy,” Kay El told Zeus.
“Eh, I can’t help it,” said Zeus. “I’m going to go meet with Dad and Ozzal. Make sure he gets delivered to Matrix… and tell him to do something about that deformed **bleep**.”
“Indeed,” Kay El said, laughing.
“Hey, Dad, I’m home,” Zeus said as he entered the room where he was told that Goda and Ozzal were. “So what’s the big surprise?” he added with a smile.
“Oh, it’s you…” Ozzal said uncomfortably. “Don’t ever call me Michelle again.”
“I’ll try to contain myself…” Zeus said, sighing.
“It’s finally ready, son,” Goda said, pridefully. “No more betas, we finally have the real thing. Now you won’t get that side effect anymore. You won’t age as fast. The beta took your childhood away, but now if it goes well, you’ll get to be 17 for a while longer.”
“I don’t mind to interrupt, but I’m excusing myself. The Orly paper will have a special feature tomorrow that I need to attend to,” Ozzal said, laughing.
Meanwhile in the Lab…
“Wow, he literally has no butt,” Amy said. “Do you think we can do something similar to what we did with your wang, Matrix?”
“Yeah, we can. I can make him the first ever…**bleep**-BORG,” Matrix said, his head already thinking of the great possibilities Gottel’s body possessed.
“Alright, well enjoy yourselves,” Kay El said as he left the lab.
***
It was 7 A.M. in Lower Actonia, and Eric Ominae had just woken up. As a former Naval officer, he was accustomed to waking up early. He wanted to read his newspaper, anyway. They always had the best news in Orly Sunday Review.
Eric picked up the rolled paper from his front door and walked towards his kitchen. He dropped the paper on the dinner table and opened his refrigerator. He took out eggs and bacon, and a carton of orange juice.
He took fifteen minutes, but he finally had his meal ready. He started munching away at it; he always felt better after a good meal.
He finished his meal, grabbed the paper and headed to his porch. He sat down on a chair, extended his feet, and finally unrolled the paper. He started reading the first page.
“PUB BURNED TO THE GROUND” the headline read. As Eric kept reading on, he found out that Trunks’ Pub was completely burned to the ground the previous night. It was a shame, he thought, as that was his favorite place to go for a drink.
He read the interview that the owner gave, where he was visibly upset, even telling the newspaper to f**k off and leave him alone. Hikki Follet, a well known baker in the area continued the interview for Trunks.
Eric decided he was to go later into that part of town and see what had happened. He then continued to read the next article, the article that would put him in shock.
“WOMAN FOUND DEAD NEAR COW FARM”
“Lucille Compton was found dead outside the road leading towards the abandoned cow farm in Lower Actonia at approximately 5 A.M. this morning. The details of the gruesome scene were given by Mayor Tom Taredan, who said the body was stabbed to death by an unknown assailant. It also seems that the body location was not where the body was killed, as there were no signs of a struggle in the area.
More details will come out in the next days, Taredan promised.”
Eric, shaken, dropped the newspaper to the floor. Lucille was dead, and he wasn’t able to prevent it. His promise to Landon was now broken, the promise he made to protect Cille. He thought that his friend, Straight Cougar, would be enough protection for Cille, but it obviously wasn’t. He grabbed his truck keys, and headed towards Lower Actonia right away. He was to take the Syndicate with him. He wanted revenge now.
End.
Characters :
New :
Shuya_Nanahara – Zeus
KagomeLuver – Kay El
Augustus Currency (Mr. Mogi) – Currency 34
Recurring:
Lucille Compton (RIP) – Cille
Trunks – Trunks378
Samson – Master Samson
Hikki Follet – Kohikki
Clarice – Queen
Amy – Amalgam
Father Sadar – FurionTassadar
Eric – OMNI
Jean – Pierrot
Gottel – Gottz
Professor Matrix – Matrix
Tom Taredan – Meta
Spice E. Spamton – Spice
Luna Monwahtever – MoonGoddess17
Ozzal – Mike Lazzo
Goda
Zoltron – Beezo
From Other Anime
Makunouchi Ippo, Date Eiji, and Mashiba Ryo all from the Sports Anime/Manga Hajime no Ippo
Reference to the Matrix in Spice’s decision.
“DOWN!!!” said the commentator. “Mashiba is DOWN!!! Mashiba hung on up to this point, but he’s finally down!!”
The roar of the crowd, the sounds the glove makes at contact with another person, all you would expect to hear at a boxing match. The seconds, the cut man, the fighters, the people; everybody is overwhelmed by the excitement of a boxing match.
Michelle Ozzal is no different, she truly enjoyed boxing. Although a weird hobby for a female, boxing gives off a strong sense of pride, which is needed in order to be a Head Governor. Some people would have said that she had the presence of a boxer desiring the top prize: The World.
“9…10!!!” counted the referee.
“M-Mashiba is out cold. He literally sunk into the canvas!!” said the commentator as the bell rang. “And the match is over! And at this moment the East Japan Featherweight Rookie Champion has been decided! And his name is Makunouchi Ippo!”
“Wow, I can’t believe he really won. I never expected it to go this way,” commented Ozzal. “He’s a true warrior, that Makunouchi. Boxing from the land of the big red dot is the best. Lately, it’s the only boxing that satisfies me… It‘s a shame I can‘t leave this place to go see a match live.”
Suddenly Ozzal heard footsteps behind her; it was General B. Zoltron.
“Excuse me, Head Governor Ozzal, but there’s a call waiting for you,” he informed.
“I thought I told you this before, Zoltron… I hate being interrupted while I’m watching boxing. I hate it as much as when it rains… and guess what? It’s raining right now!” she snapped.
“I’m sorry, Head Governor Ozzal, but it seems to be important… They have arrived,” Zoltron said.
“They? Are you sure it’s those two?” asked Ozzal.
“Yes, I’m most certain,” replied Zoltron.
“Then what are you waiting here for?! Give me the **bleep** phone now!” Ozzal commanded.
“I… I apologize for interrupting you once again,” said Zoltron, handing her the phone.
“Ugh, it’s fine! Now just go and leave me alone down here. It was about time I found some use for this huge 65 inch television inside Comdot Estate. I do like watching my boxing matches alone, however, so report to me when I call for you later,” she said.
“Excuse me then, I will take my absence now,” said Zoltron.
I’ll really never understand why she likes boxing…
Zoltron thought to himself as he walked away. Not even I like it.
***
“Michelle!” said the male voice on the phone.
“Since when have I allowed you to call me by my name?” said a fuming Ozzal, feeling disrespected.
“Aww, come on now, I’m just greeting you here. You’re the one that called for me after all, and I was having a blast over The Land of the Big Red Dot,” the voice said.
“That doesn’t mean you can greet me that way! I am sorry to ruin your vacation, though. I know your dad wanted you to have a good time. But enough of that, where are you located currently?” asked Ozzal, sighing.
“I’m inside the café right now. #2 and I have already split to do our assigned duties. Haha, you should have seen everybody here; they gave me a weird look as soon as I said ‘Michelle,‘” the voice said jokingly. “There’re so many people inside this café. The rain is really pouring.”
“I see… Well look, I’ve changed my mind about the assignment. I decided that there is another thing that I want you both to do… I want to raid it again. But this time it will be different. I expected Emeri to do much better in her assignment, but she was defeated as you know. Also, Jake is currently missing, and I have been informed that his target is not dead, but this new assignment doesn‘t involve the death of John Sadar,” then Ozzal said, in a serious tone, “…however, I don’t want any failures.”
“Don’t worry, Michelle, when have I ever failed you?” said the voice cockily.
“Don’t get full of yourself. It doesn’t matter if you’re number one (in the whole Echelon organization), you know?” Ozzal said.
“But it shouldn’t be a problem for me, should it?” asked #1.
“I hope not. I do trust you, #1. Right now, I’m busy though, so you will be informed of the new plan at another time.”
“I see, I hope you have my money ready, Makunouchi just won after all,” said # 1 said with a big grin on his face.
“What?! Ugh, I was hoping you wouldn’t see that. The café is showing the match?” said Ozzal in a frustration.
“No, but #2 called me a bit ago. He’s located in a bar right now, checking things out, and that‘s when he told me I won,” #1 said happily.
“Well, the thing I have to tell you concerns that bar, but I will have your dad tell you later. Bye for now, kid,” Ozzal said.
“Bye, Michelle, I love you!” said #1 cheerfully.
“Don’t even joke like that… I hope that’s just so you can pass off this phone call as if you’re talking to your girlfriend,” Ozzal said embarrassed and a bit angry.
“Yeah, yeah, you know it,” #1 said, amused.
And with that, Michelle Ozzal ended the phone call and prepared for the upcoming bout. After all, Date Eiji was her favorite boxer, and he was the next in the ring.
***
“I always feel so hollow…I wish I could help it, but something very important is missing from me. I can’t bear it any longer, sometimes I just want to kill myself.” – said a man, who obviously sounded troubled. “Can I really go on like this without revenge? Can I really live the rest of my life… without my **bleep**?”
“It’s okay, Gottel. I’m sure you’ll get through this,” the psychiatrist said.
“It’s not okay, Doc!” said Gottel, as the frustration overcame him.
“I need you to relax; this session is for just that” said the psychiatrist, remaining calm.
The two individuals had this same discussion every week. Gottel has these sessions to calm his rage and depression, but everyday it looked as though he was getting farther from that goal, as bad news involving Ozzal was always around him.
“I know, Mr. Mogi, I know,” Gottel said.
“Why does everybody start calling me that? My name is Currency, Augustus Currency!” the psychiatrist said. “It’s all my **bleep**-shaking secretary’s fault…”
“Well, I picked it up from somewhere…but I can’t remember…” pondered Gottel.
“Dooo you guys need some udoku? ^____^” Falchie said, as she literally busted through the door.
“Falchie… HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO KNOCK?!… Goddamn,” – Currency said in an upset tone.
“Well, I was just trying to be helpful >_>.. So you guys want coffee or not?” said Falchie, ignoring Currency.
“I’ll take your offer,” said Gottel with a smile across his face.
“Yeah, I guess I will, too…” said Currency with a sigh.
“OKAY! I’ll be back in a bit then!” Falchie said as she closed (what was left of) the door.
“That woman can be a real pain! I don’t know what I was thinking when I accepted her to become my secretary, maybe the looks. I don’t know,” Currency said, while Gottel just smiled, amused at the scene.
“Let us continue then, but I should warn you, the coffee she brings isn‘t ever good,” said Currency to Gottel.
Gottel continued talking till the end of the session, and he later reported to Trunks’ Pub, as another meeting with the Syndicate was to occur that night.
***
~ Dear Hikki ~
First of all, I want you to know I’m sorry for this, Hikki, but I must leave town forever. I don’t think I can have a solid future here in Lower Actonia anymore. The fights are breaking loose, and it’s just a matter of time before this whole war breaks out. I’m also sorry for the loss you suffered with Argeno, proof that you should be more careful. I contacted you to be my main baker here, in this beautiful café. I was hesitant at first, but then I tried your pastries. You make the best pastries I’ve ever tasted Hikki, and I want you to continue to make them! They bring smiles to anyone that taste them, and lately smiles are rare around Lower Actonia. I have already set up all the papers, you are now the official owner of this café, and I hope you will enjoy it.
This is goodbye. I will miss you, Hikki. You’ll probably never see me again, as by the time you read this I will already have left town.
Please, do what you can for Lucille and her family!
~ Love, Luna ~
When Hikki read these last words, a single tear dropped onto the pink note from his blue eyes. The smiling owner of this café was to now leave forever. He sat down in a chair in front of the table where he found the note and a stack of papers, presumably for the café’s ownership.
He always liked opening the café early because he wanted to prepare himself for the day of baking ahead. He took a sip of the coffee he had made himself. It had been a long meeting with the Syndicate last night, discussing a new location for their meetings. Trunks‘ Pub had been raided, and it wasn‘t a secure place for them anymore. This was also the first day back baking at the café since his capture at Comdot Estate.
When vill ze tragediez end…
Hikki thought to himself. Vill it be ovah ven he finally gets vwat she vwants, Landon? Et more importantly, ven vill I ve able to get you bahk?
Hikki got up, heading towards the kitchen. It was time to put truth in Luna’s words and make smiles for the citizens. There was a faint smell of blueberry in the kitchen, and in a way, it comforted him.
***
“Matrix, is it ready?” asked Goda anxiously.
“It needs one more week, but there’s no doubt in my mind: this one is perfect,” Matrix said, remarkably in a serious tone.
“I see” said Ozzal.
Ozzal, Taredan, and Goda were all in the lab, while Matrix and Amy were furiously working on the project which had consumed 5 years of their lives in the making. Matrix had finally hit a breakthrough, and he was able to achieve two types of chemicals, dubbed B-stimulant and C-stimulant.
The B-stimulant was an upgraded variation of the chemical that was currently used on Jake Thompson. The chemical has the power to act alone, without the need of the needle placed in Jake Thompson’s shoulder blade. The B-Stimulant also makes the user the “Perfect Slave” for 24 hours, however, the B-stimulant, after it’s third use on human blood, becomes a necessity for the human body. If only used once, it will clean itself out of the blood system in two weeks. The B-stimulant is taken in the form of a maroon capsule, and it knocks the user out the first time, and when awake, after five minutes the user goes berserk. Earlier prototypes of this capsule were marked in red, but they were far more dangerous to the user, as it caused death by Asphyxia. If the user did manage to survive, he or she would not remember what had happened while induced by the stimulant.
The C-Stimulant was the first of its kind. It was an idea developed from the serious side of Matrix and had Goda’s backing. This green capsule had the same power that the B-Stimulant did, but with the big difference was that the user had complete control over their actions, allowing the brain to function at its full capacity. The C-Stimulant betas had only been successfully used by only one human to date, and everyone else that had been tested with it ended up with the same reaction the old chemical gave Jack Thompson, the thirst for blood. The brain was rendered useless after the 8 hours passed, but now the complete version was done, and was to be tested on that human first.
“See, Taredan. I told you Matrix’s inventions would come through for us, but now we need a subject for this experiment on the B-Stimulant… but who?” asked Goda.
I could of swore you gave a meme to yourself about firing the man…
Taredan thought to himself.
“Emeri,” Ozzal said with a smirk. “She doesn’t deserve to be tried with the C-Stimulant. Her actions and failures have spoken by themselves. She has always been and will always be a failure. Jake has also been deemed a failure. He could have been the perfect soldier… It‘s a shame he also failed, and I‘ve grown quite impatient.”
“I can’t wait till he comes home,” said Goda with his trademark hideous grin.
“Oh wow, fatherly love shown by Goda. I didn’t know you were capable of that,” joked Taredan.
“Anyway, I will have to excuse myself for now. She should be awake by now,” Ozzal said. “I want Blaken’s head! He’s caused far too much trouble, and unfortunately, he’s still AWOL. But I know exactly what to do to draw him out. I have already taken the first steps, and if all goes smoothly, it‘ll be ready soon.” She then turned and walked away.
“Who’s awake?” Tom asked Goda.
“Spice, Ozzal wants to try an experiment with her. It will also help out bring Landon Blaken of his hiding. That‘s all she said it would do, very cryptic,” Goda answered.
“I see,” said Taredan, as he shifted his attention towards Matrix and Amy, who were both now distracted by one of Matrix’s perverted inventions.
***
“…Where am I?” said Spice as she awoke. “I don’t remember what happened after those soldiers took me away… what happened to Angel?!” Her words were suddenly interrupted as she began to notice her surroundings. She realized that she was tied to a chair, her legs and arms immobilized by chains. She looked around the room still confused, but that’s when she noticed… in front of her stood the very same person that closed her spam factory, Michelle Ozzal.
“Hello, Spice,” Michelle Ozzal said, smiling.
“Hello, you **bleep**… where am I?” demanded Spice, angrily.
“Now, now, there’s no need for that. I’m going to be a straight shooter. I don’t have time to waste, You have two choices: live or to die. I’ll let you decide which option you wish to take,” said Ozzal, as she reached into her pockets. When she pulled out her hands out, she revealed a red capsule in her right hand, and in her left hand she held a gun.
“Take the left hand, and you die. Take the right hand, and you live. Choose now,” Ozzal said coldly.
“Haha, I’m not going to fall for those kind of bluffs. You need me,” Spice said cockily. “Why else would you bother capturing me? You probably want to know where Landon is, but to tell you the truth, I don’t have the smallest clue, and if I did, I wouldn’t tell scum like you.”
“You’re going to help me find Landon,“ said Ozzal.
Spice looked at her confused.
“I’m giving you a chance to live, Spice… you should really take it,” Ozzal said, with the same evil look she had displayed before to Dewey in her eyes as she stared at Spice.
Spice, in return, began screaming every curse word she could remember to Ozzal. She had never been frustrated this way before; she was tied up, defenseless against the person that had ruined her future.
Suddenly, Ozzal instructed a guard behind Spice to pry her mouth open. Spice’s eyes widened; she hadn’t felt another presence in the room. Spice fought against it, tilting her head and even biting the guard‘s finger, but all this did was agitate the guard, causing him to roughly pry her mouth open. Spice’s eyes suddenly started rolling with tears. She broke down into a panic.
“Now… I’m going to ask again, which one will it be? The right hand or the left?” asked Ozzal, overlooking Spice’s pathetic facial expression, and as she instructed the guard to let her mouth loose so she could speak clearly.
“I… I don’t want to die. Please don’t kill me… I’ll take the right hand!” Spice said desperately. Her life was in Ozzal’s hands, and she could do nothing about it. Even if it meant betraying the Syndicate and her cause, in the end, her life mattered more to her than a spam factory she inherited from her father. But what would the future behold for her?
Again the guard pried her mouth open in order to make sure she wouldn’t try anything stupid. Ozzal dropped the pill in her mouth, followed by a small cup of water. Spice swallowed the pill.
She then passed out.
“There, there, sweetie, you will now have your chance at a future. At least you won’t remember what you’re about to do. Guard, take her to the cell,” commanded Ozzal “On the bright side, you will get to live a normal life after this, if normal means you‘ll be my new assassin. At least you‘ll get to keep your mind, unlike Emeri.”
***
“Okay, is she completely sure she wants to go through with this?” questioned #1.
“Yes, she wants that place to be destroyed completely. You guys have to take care of it,” said Goda “and I’d like you to do so soon. I have a big surprise for you when you get home, son.”
“Sweet, I can’t wait, you always have the best surprises. But I have to hang up. I have to inform #2 of this right away so we can get started,” said #1.
“Alright, bye-” the phone cut off before Goda could say his adopted son’s name. Annoyed, he went to meet Ozzal to see what had happened with her experiment.
***
Ahh man, I hope I’m not late…I overslept!
Gottel thought while running through the street, heading toward Trunks’ Pub. The Syndicate had planned a meeting early. It was about the discussion of Cille’s extraction from Comdot Estate.
Yes, I’m almost there! I really need a drink
! Gottel pondered while he pulled out his cell phone. He noticed he had 3 missed calls, all from Samson, and 2 unread messages, also both from Samson. He opened them.
“Dude, you have to wake up, this is important! You do remember the location for our meeting was changed for today, don’t you? If not, we meet in the Café de Lune basement at 10 P.M.,” instructed Samson.
“Oh no. I should have checked my messages before I started walking to the pub! Dammit! And I just got here, too,” Gottel said as he was right in front of the Pub’s entrance. When he was about to turn around and head over the direction to the Café, he saw a shadow move inside the Pub.
He headed over toward the door. Maybe Trunks was closing up just now, and he could still get a quick drink.
As he came upon the door, he noticed that it had been opened by force. The lock was completely broken off. He quickly pulled out a gun from his ankle, and headed inside. The strong smell of gasoline and liquor filled the pub. While he was walking in the darkness, he slipped and fell into a huge puddle of gasoline. It seemed that he was in the center of the bar. He grabbed onto a table top and pulled himself up. And that’s when he saw it again, the shadow.
He quickly pointed his gun at it, and fired a shot. There was a thud, but it sounded like he hit the wall.
Suddenly, he heard a light switch flicker, and the lights were back on. The place’s new wooden tables were completely smashed, the liquor mixed with the gas, and everything had been thrown to the floor. Gottel soon realized someone was going to set a blaze to this place.
“Hey man, you mind putting that thing down? My friend gets a bit antsy when there’s a gun around,” a man said.
Gottel quickly turned around and came face to face with a young male. His face sported a huge grin. He had his hands on his pockets and was leaning against a wall, relaxed as if he was just a teenager loitering.
“What are you doing?” asked Gottel, pointing his gun at the guy. “And what do you mean your friend gets antsy around a gun? There’s nobody else here but you and me!”
“Oh really?” the young male said smiling. “Well, check behind you.”
“Wait what… ”
Gottel was suddenly struck in the back of the head. He fell down immediately, unconscious from the hard blow to the skull.
“I told you so… Kay El gets antsy when there’s a gun around,” the young male said, laughing. “Alright, he seems like an interesting guy. Let’s take him with us back to Comdot Estate, my dad told me about needing subjects for a new experiment,” #1 said.
“Alright, I guess he’s lucky. I wouldn’t mind killing him right now,” said Kay El, otherwise known as #2.
“Can’t always have it your way. Well, I’ll carry him to the car, just set this place ablaze already,” #1 said as he picked up Gottel with ease and started carrying him outside.
“Alright Zeus, whatever you say.” said Kay El, who held a lighter. He was a tall man, very corpulent looking and of light brownish skin. He then picked up a Tequila bottle left on the tabletop and proceeded to take a swig. After that, he dropped the rest of the liquor from the center of the place to the entrance. He turned the lighter on and dropped it onto the floor. Trunks’ Pub started burning swiftly, while the two assailants took Gottel away.
***
“I’m getting worried,” said Samson. “He’s not here, and he’s usually punctual.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure Gottel is fine,” said Sadar. He then turned to Hikki. “So she’s gone forever you say?”
“Oh, monsieur, pleeze don’t vremind me! It vreaks my hawt every time I zink aboot it,” said Hikki, depressed.
“Alright, so are we going to get this meeting underway or what? We need to rescue Cille. We can’t let another of Blaken’s family members get hurt!” said Trunks.
“You’re right, it’s time we start this off,” said Clarice.
“GUYS!!!” screamed a voice from upstairs, suddenly rushing downstairs.
“Jean, what’s wrong?!” asked Clarice, with a worried look in her face
“Trunks’ Pub… it’s… its burning!!” exclaimed Jean, out of breath.
“WHAAAAT?!!!?” Trunks hollered, as everybody got up from the table and headed upstairs and outside to see what was going on.
***
“Oh no, where am I now?… Why do they keep changing my cell everyday? Are they trying to play mind games with me?” Cille said, annoyed, as she awoke in yet again another cell. Curiously, it seemed this was the one with the most room of all the ones she has been in.
She then noticed that there was another human, in the fetal position, on the other side of the room. It was a woman.
She headed towards this woman, and recognized her face instantly. It was the very same girl that hated her for being an ‘Elitist,’ Spice. E. Spamton. She knew right away this might be a troublesome place to be in, and wanted to leave this cell before she woke up. To her bad luck, Spice seemed to start waking up.
“Huh… what’s going on?” she said dazily. “Who are you…? Wait, I know you… WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”
“Right now is not the time for this, Spice. We are trapped inside this cell together, so we need to work together,” said Cille, keeping her cool.
“Well, I guess that’ll be fine. Anyway, did they give it to you too?” Spice asked.
“Give me what? Cille, looked at her, puzzled.
“…Nothing,” Spice said.
“Alright… whatever,” Cille said as she turned her head. She then noticed a peculiar item in the end corner of the room. It was a long sharp dagger. She was quickly freaked out by it. Why was it there? She walked over toward it and picked it up.
“Spice, take a look at this,” Cille said as she handed her the dagger.
“Wow, it’s huge. Maybe we can use it to escape,” said Spice as she examined the dagger.
“Maybe, but this place seems like it’s solid concrete. It only has small air ducts and that cell door there. This is a very awkward cell,” Cille said, concerned.
“I suppose you are right, but I don’t know, we have to…” Spice said, before she started feeling like she was choking.
“Spice, are you okay?” Cille went over to her to have a closer look. Spice was running out of breath.
“I… can’t… breathe,” Spice said, as she collapsed on the floor.
Cille needed to take action quickly. She needs air! Cille thought to herself, and the only thing that came into mind was CPR.
She kneeled down and tilted Spice’s head. She checked for breathing, but heard nothing. She pinched Spice’s nose closed, and pressed her mouth against hers, and gave two full breaths. She took her lips off of Spice’s, and she proceeded to put her hands in Spice’s chest, but Spice’s shirt got in the way, so she proceeded to rip it off.
She placed her hands in Spice’s chest, and started pushing down. When she got to 30, there was still no response from Spice, and she, once again, checked for breathing. When there was none, she pinched Spice’s nose again, and closed Spice’s mouth with hers, repeating the 2 full breaths.
She wasn’t about to give up on Spice, and she started pushing down on Spice’s chest for the second time. When she got to 23, there was a reaction. Spice’s body began to move. Cille felt relieved, as Spice let out a huge gasp for breath. She then was slowly regaining her breath. Cille told Spice to take it easy, but got no response from her. Is she shocked that I had just saved her life? And what the hell had just happened?
When suddenly, Spice stood up.
***
“Hey, I told you to take it easy!” Cille yelled at Spice. “Your breathing isn’t back to normal yet, don’t force it.”
“…what is this…what is this taste in my mouth?” Spice said, startling Cille. “What is this putrid flavor I taste…”
“Well excuse me, but if it wasn’t for that ‘putrid flavor’, you wouldn’t be here right now!” Cille said, angered by Spice’s comment.
“I see… I think I should repay you the favor…” Spice said scarily.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Cille said. She could feel something wasn’t quite right with Spice.
“It’ll be fine, Cille… I’ll try to not make it painful,” Spice said, as she kneeled down and picked up the dagger.
“… Oh my god… what in the hell is wrong with you?!” Cille screamed at her, panicked by Spice’s comment. She backed away from Spice, but that’s when she looked into Spice’s eyes…
And she saw it, the clear distinct look… the look of total bloodlust, almost like a wild animal. Spice’s blue eyes were now blood red. Her facial expression lacked any kind of emotion. Spice held the dagger tightly, and got closer to Cille.
Cille needed to do something now, if she didn’t want to die. She looked around everywhere in the cell, but there was nothing, just floor, a locked door, and Spice seemingly gone Berserk.
Cille’s usual gentle expression was now one of terror. She would get to die alone, never to see Raef or her love, Landon Blaken, again, never to go against Ozzal’s World Domination plan, and never to see that name forgetting, brave fool that is Straight Cougar.
Cille started crying in grief, shame, and pain. Could she really not fight back? Would she die here, and never see anybody she ever cared about again?
She had forgotten about Spice… She suddenly felt a very sharp pain shoot through her right forearm, Cille let out a big scream, and with her left hand punched Spice’s face. But Spice’s facial expression didn’t change, showing no signs of pain. She showed nothing.
“I’ve changed my mind, Cille,” Spice said. “I do want to make this painful.” And then, Cille realized the nightmare had just begun, as Spice formed a horrible smirk on her face, and proceeded to stab Cille in the stomach.
Cille managed to push Spice back, but Spice ran at her and managed to stab her right leg. It wasn’t looking too good for Cille. Spice then took a swing at her face, resulting in a cut on her cheek. The once calm and collective Cille was now in a panic.
Spice held the dagger, looking at the blood that stained it, and decided there needed to be more, more blood. That’s all she could think about, blood. She enjoyed seeing it; she couldn’t help herself. She rushed at Cille, and a weak Cille couldn’t dodge her. She took another stab in the shoulder.
Cille groaned in extreme pain, and Spice, wanting to see more blood, started kneeing the stomach where Cille was stabbed. Cille started bleeding from the mouth, but managed to punch Spice away again. However, she collapsed from the pain. Spice once again walked menacingly toward her, holding the dagger tightly. As Spice was to take her stab, Cille kicked her in the stomach, pushing her away. Spice got angry and rushed at Cille, but Cille kicked her away once again. She wouldn’t go down without a fight. This time Spice stabbed at Cille‘s left leg, and was successful. Cille was defenseless now, as Spice got beside her and slapped her.
“I want you to taste it… the horrible taste… of you,” Spice said, as pushed the dagger in between Cille’s cheeks. Cille groaned in pain. The scene was gory, but someone was enjoying it: Michelle Ozzal. As she looked over a monitor, it seemed her test had gone well. The breathing stop was unexpected, but she managed to live long enough to bring her a show.
Spice retracted her dagger, and stabbed Cille in the neck, ending her life. Not satisfied with the blood, she got on top of Cille’s body and started stabbing at it endlessly.
Ozzal instructed Goda to put Spice to sleep, and Goda activated a gas that went through the ventilation, rending Spice unconscious.
***
“Would you mind carrying him to the underground lab?” Zeus asked Kay El. “I don’t feel like carrying the guy anymore.”
“Alright, man… you’re lazy,” Kay El told Zeus.
“Eh, I can’t help it,” said Zeus. “I’m going to go meet with Dad and Ozzal. Make sure he gets delivered to Matrix… and tell him to do something about that deformed **bleep**.”
“Indeed,” Kay El said, laughing.
“Hey, Dad, I’m home,” Zeus said as he entered the room where he was told that Goda and Ozzal were. “So what’s the big surprise?” he added with a smile.
“Oh, it’s you…” Ozzal said uncomfortably. “Don’t ever call me Michelle again.”
“I’ll try to contain myself…” Zeus said, sighing.
“It’s finally ready, son,” Goda said, pridefully. “No more betas, we finally have the real thing. Now you won’t get that side effect anymore. You won’t age as fast. The beta took your childhood away, but now if it goes well, you’ll get to be 17 for a while longer.”
“I don’t mind to interrupt, but I’m excusing myself. The Orly paper will have a special feature tomorrow that I need to attend to,” Ozzal said, laughing.
Meanwhile in the Lab…
“Wow, he literally has no butt,” Amy said. “Do you think we can do something similar to what we did with your wang, Matrix?”
“Yeah, we can. I can make him the first ever…**bleep**-BORG,” Matrix said, his head already thinking of the great possibilities Gottel’s body possessed.
“Alright, well enjoy yourselves,” Kay El said as he left the lab.
***
It was 7 A.M. in Lower Actonia, and Eric Ominae had just woken up. As a former Naval officer, he was accustomed to waking up early. He wanted to read his newspaper, anyway. They always had the best news in Orly Sunday Review.
Eric picked up the rolled paper from his front door and walked towards his kitchen. He dropped the paper on the dinner table and opened his refrigerator. He took out eggs and bacon, and a carton of orange juice.
He took fifteen minutes, but he finally had his meal ready. He started munching away at it; he always felt better after a good meal.
He finished his meal, grabbed the paper and headed to his porch. He sat down on a chair, extended his feet, and finally unrolled the paper. He started reading the first page.
“PUB BURNED TO THE GROUND” the headline read. As Eric kept reading on, he found out that Trunks’ Pub was completely burned to the ground the previous night. It was a shame, he thought, as that was his favorite place to go for a drink.
He read the interview that the owner gave, where he was visibly upset, even telling the newspaper to f**k off and leave him alone. Hikki Follet, a well known baker in the area continued the interview for Trunks.
Eric decided he was to go later into that part of town and see what had happened. He then continued to read the next article, the article that would put him in shock.
“WOMAN FOUND DEAD NEAR COW FARM”
“Lucille Compton was found dead outside the road leading towards the abandoned cow farm in Lower Actonia at approximately 5 A.M. this morning. The details of the gruesome scene were given by Mayor Tom Taredan, who said the body was stabbed to death by an unknown assailant. It also seems that the body location was not where the body was killed, as there were no signs of a struggle in the area.
More details will come out in the next days, Taredan promised.”
Eric, shaken, dropped the newspaper to the floor. Lucille was dead, and he wasn’t able to prevent it. His promise to Landon was now broken, the promise he made to protect Cille. He thought that his friend, Straight Cougar, would be enough protection for Cille, but it obviously wasn’t. He grabbed his truck keys, and headed towards Lower Actonia right away. He was to take the Syndicate with him. He wanted revenge now.
End.
Characters :
New :
Shuya_Nanahara – Zeus
KagomeLuver – Kay El
Augustus Currency (Mr. Mogi) – Currency 34
Recurring:
Lucille Compton (RIP) – Cille
Trunks – Trunks378
Samson – Master Samson
Hikki Follet – Kohikki
Clarice – Queen
Amy – Amalgam
Father Sadar – FurionTassadar
Eric – OMNI
Jean – Pierrot
Gottel – Gottz
Professor Matrix – Matrix
Tom Taredan – Meta
Spice E. Spamton – Spice
Luna Monwahtever – MoonGoddess17
Ozzal – Mike Lazzo
Goda
Zoltron – Beezo
From Other Anime
Makunouchi Ippo, Date Eiji, and Mashiba Ryo all from the Sports Anime/Manga Hajime no Ippo
Reference to the Matrix in Spice’s decision.