Sweet Revenge(Storyline)

[Kokaku Musha]

OOC: This thread is a direct continuous from the thread xinrpb1.proboards99.com/index.cgi?board=housing&action=display&thread=1178658005 which at the time isn't finished, nor at the correct place for this thread to start, but delaying this any longer will only work in many peoples bad, so here we go... Oh, no vampiric rescue teams please...

IC:

Slowly but aggravated, Kokaku left Kazuki’s apartment and immediately stopped again, looking to his left and right without taking in anything at all. His thoughts were all one big blur, what to do, where to start from… He was positive that this could no longer go on… it wouldn’t take long for Kvist to actually do permanent harm on Kira or look for a new target to pick on… Hikari for instance… The thoughts of Hikari becoming victim of Kvist’s sadistic moves pushed Kokaku over the edge as he now quickly walked over towards his car. He had no positive idea on where Kazuki might be, but the way he left the campus meant he would probably be looking for Kvist himself… But why was everyone picturing Kvist in some sort of secret bunker 10feet underneath the ground… wasn’t he too a student… wouldn’t he perhaps simply have a dorm as well?

Before driving his car back to Hircine, Kokaku decided it would probably be best if he went to his private apartment first and get himself a small handgun. After seeing how Kvist operates, going at him without being armed would simply be considered foolish anyway… Kokaku’s apartment wasn’t too far from Kazuki’s so after a short drive of five minutes, he arrived in front of his apartment. Quickly dashing inside, he found the gun he was looking for in a drawer in his bedroom. Placing it inside his jacket, he quickly walked out again. Once in the car again, he turned off his cell phone. He had abruptly left Hikari, Kira and Leon behind without saying too much once the idea of Kazuki risking his neck for everyone had taken over his mind. If his friends would call him now, they would only delay him or put themselves into more danger then was necessary for them. No… tonight, Kokaku would end all of this madness and take Kvist with him…

Of course, things never turn out the way you plan them…

It didn’t take Kokaku long to get back to the campus, but as expected the guard gave him a suspicious look before asking him for his student ID. Though he had taken the ID card from Kokaku, he had not stopped looking at the senior student.

”What business did you have outside the campus at this time, kid?” he asked brutally. Kokaku knew that snapping at this guy might not work, but from what he had heard, this man was actually not like the rest of the faculty here. Putting up a rather sad face, Kokaku slowly answered.

“A friend of mine got in a terrible accident… Had to bring her to the hospital… so much blood…” A small faked shifter went through his back before he continued to speak. “Anyway… they’re operating her right now and her mother asked me to get her boyfriend for me… Kvist is his name… any ideas?”

The guard frowned slightly before his frown turned into a small smile. Giving Kokaku back his ID, he went back to his computer and filled in some information before returning. ”Sorry kid, no one with the name of Kvist registered here…” he had that same smile on his face as before. ”But don’t take me for a fool either… your little story about your friend, touching… but you’re a poor liar…” He gave Kokaku a small wink before he leaned onto Kokaku’s car door from which the glass was lowered fully. His voice turned into a whisper as he continued: ”But if you had asked me if I knew if Kvist, the student who everyone’s been talking about lately… beehives and stuff… masked kid… , had a dorm room here… I would’ve told you he has a dorm in section B, first floor…at the end… pity you didn’t ask me that… Now move along please…” Another wink followed as the man slowly returned to his post and opened the gate for Kokaku to drive through. Kokaku nodded a thanks towards the man before continuing towards section B…

Section B was just like all other dorm sections, the same boring colors and the same boring silence. Kokaku slowly drove his car up the parking lot of the dorm section and stepped out his vehicle. He slowly turned his face towards the building complex and took it in more carefully. ‘So… this is where you’ve been staying… why didn’t anyone ever simply take a look in the dorms for him… Don’t see Kazuki’s car anywhere around here… doubt he’s here. Ah well, I’ll take Kvist with me to Kazuki’s club and end this thing once and for all… I’m sick and tired of all this… I don’t even care, nor want to know, what Kazuki will do to Kvist… that’s his business…’ Checking his gun, Kokaku finally walked in the building complex and took an immediate left turn, following the path to Kvist’s dorm…

Stopping in front of what appeared to be Kvist’s dorm, Kokaku took a slow deep breath and carefully looked around. The door was just like any other door, yet in that room there lived someone who was far from like any other… that was probably what he strived for in the first place anyway. But nothing seemed to be off… there appeared to be no Hand of Fate members around in the hallway… only pure silence. Slowly Kokaku’s right hand slipped into his jacket and took hold of the cold handling of his gun. Pulling it out, he kept it in front of himself. The second Kvist would open the door, he would aim the gun at his head and force him inside… he would give the guy a beating for everything first… although Kazuki would probably had killed him right away, Kokaku’s calm nerves and temper restrained him from doing so. Besides, Kokaku kept believing he wasn’t a murderer… despite the things he had done in the past. Taking a final deep breath, he forcefully knocked on the door in front of him.

“It’s showtime…”

[John Smith]

Crushed, broken, parted, boiled, eaten.

That was the fate of the eggs; the eggs Kvist had stolen earlier when paying a visit to Kira’s place. His cell phone was lying on the table, a call had been made recently, since Kvist was masked already and all the funny shit, he might as well get some work done with his gang. It was a fact that ever since Varron, his gang had been at a decline, be it because of Kvist’s lack of involvement in Hircine, or because he still had the old enemies around, the old enemies who scared away everyone and everything that got too close to The Hand of Fate.

Heh, in prison I was at least safe from their beatings. The guards probably don’t punch as hard and as viciously as Taiku will, if he gets the chance, after the night’s events.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Kvist got up, brushed his big black shirt for any left over eggs from roughly an hour earlier. He opened the door and the shady person out there stared back at him, Kvist was about to take a step back because he couldn’t recognise the person, then he noticed who it was.

‘What?’

“Couldn’t fucking see you, Michael. Get in.”

‘What did you want?’

“Shut up and sit down, there will be more.”

2 more members arrived later. With the recent decrease, Kvist’s gang had been cut down to 3 groups. And of course, Kvist’s small personal guard. One of the fuckers had refused to go away after a meeting, and was currently sleeping in Kvist’s spare room. Junpei’s room so to say. Junpei had vanished at some point and Kvist had just used his room to store stuff in it.

I wonder why no one found me in here? They constantly ask my minions about my whereabouts, and they never think of this place. Too obvious of course.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“… Did you guys invite anyone?”

A mutter of disapproval came from the group.

‘Might be Dean’

Could be, but I didn’t invite that fucker… Besides, he would just kick in the door or something like that. The same reason why I didn’t invite him. Stop think-talk with yourself and open the frigin door

He opened the door slowly and immediately had a gun in his face. Not exactly expecting that he just stepped back. Wide-eyed for a second before he saw beyond the barrel of the gun. Directly at Kokaku. Formerly the right hand of Kazuki. Now. It seemed like he had become the right hand of revenge.

“Congratulations. You are the smartest person in your league. So, gonna shoot me or just point that thing at me?”

For someone who had once used his own life to safeguard his own life, this wasn’t too unpleasant a feeling. It wasn’t unusual for him to deal with people armed, this was just the first time someone had actually aimed the thing at him. In any case: his gang members behind him would have guns aimed at the poor soul aiming a gun at Kvist. The lousy part was. They wouldn’t care about the bullets hitting Kvist. They knew he was wearing bullet-proof west all the time, so they could take the risk of firing near Kvist.

The only thing they got wrong was. He was wearing 2. Hence his ‘fatness’ lately.

[OOC: I hate guns aimed at me, if your reaction is wrong Kokaku, just say what really happened in your post. Fine and dandy?]

[Kokaku Musha]

The slow opening of the door made Kokaku’s nerves rise slightly, but his hand holding the gun was still steady. The second a mask appeared in front of him, his gun was stuffed close to the mask, aimed between the eyes of the man known as Kvist. Kvist, surprised by the sudden change of events quickly made a step back and Kokaku didn’t wait a second to follow, making a step forwards. However, closing in on Kvist gave him a better sight of the room. Something he didn’t expect at all yet so predictable after all. Kvist wasn’t there alone and the members of the Hand of Fate standing or sitting behind Kvist quickly recovered from their short confusion of Kokaku’s gun pointing at their leader. The hastily got hold of their own weapons and aimed them at Kvist’s back and Kokaku’s front.

‘Shit…’

However, Kokaku’s face showed nothing of these thoughts… far from it actually. The idea of Kira or Hikari or any of his other friends getting hurt had cooled down his nerves enough, his mind not thinking too much about anything that could happen to him. He had expected Kvist to be home alone after this, but it seemed Kvist had other things planned for tonight. Smiling at Kvist’s remark of him being the smartest in his league, he slowly shook his head.

“Kvist… You’ve hurt my feelings by not inviting me for this party… but I guess since I didn’t bring you any beehives or anything as a birthday present either, it should make us even…”

Whatever the reaction of Kvist would be to this was irrelevant, both students knew the current situation wasn’t one to be glad about. Sure, Kvist his men could open fire, but Kokaku’s finger was locked around the trigger as well… If he would get shot, he’d at least take Kvist down with him in the process. However, his own death wasn’t on Kokaku’s agenda for tonight, so some sort of solution should be made… fact remained however that he was greatly outnumbered… taking a run was impossible now and Kvist would eventually force him in anyway. Best would be to stall for time at least… With a wry smile, he made the only comment he could think off at that time:

“We need to talk…”

A harsh and expected response was received shortly after as Kvist responded to Kokaku’s demand for a talk.

"Lower your fucking gun if you want to talk. Bitch."

“Now now, is that trash talk really required Kvist? We both know you know my name… so at least give me that much respect… Order your little goons over there to lower theirs and I will lower mine… does that sound like a deal to you?”

Kokaku’s eyes had turned questioning yet still cold. The treatment he received from Kvist was of course expected, but Kokaku didn’t plan to lower himself to that same level. If Kazuki decided to do so, that would be his decision. For now, Kokaku would treat Kvist with the respect he didn’t deserve at all, simply to perhaps gain more information then he would get in any other case. No one knew where he currently was and chances were little that anyone would find out by coincidence. Unless that guard from the front gates would suspect anything happened to him, no one else would be able to find him. If Kokaku wanted to walk away from here alive, he knew it would be best to remain as calm as possible…

"Fair deal. Lower those guns, guys. But keep them ready, you never know about these Legion brats.."

Slowly and unsure, Kvist’s men lowered their guns and after giving him a small nod, Kokaku slowly lowered his but kept it in his hand as well, he would probably be in more danger then Kvist was.

“Legion brats? Trust? First of all, Kvist, I am no Legion brat… I have never fully approved Legion’s methods and have not rejoined them at any point… you can however call me a Watchmen brat if that pleases you… Secondly, I believe a man wearing a mask is less trustworthy then someone without a mask… so I doubt you’d have any problem with me keeping my gun ready as well…?”

His face was stern while he spoke, his eyes now blinking once nor leaving the eyes of the masked man in front of him… if it were eyes at all…

[John Smith]

Kvist and Kokaku exchanged words and deals. The agreement. No one had a gun raised at the other part. But, still, if someone random came out on the hallway, they might still spot Kokaku with his gun. Although it would be fun to see the police arrest Kokaku for illegal arms possession. Then the fun would be gone when they also spotted Kvist and would start digging in his past, and he would be thrown back into prison once they found the necessary information. He hated this, but he would have to invite the fucker inside his dorm so they could chat. No doubt that Kokaku wanted to ‘’talk’’ in private. Meaning Kvist would have to pretend that he was going to lead him into a secluded location. Well. 3 rooms. 2 of them containing people.

Wasn’t the hardest equation Kvist had ever faced.

Kvist took a glance back at his men, who didn’t seem too unfamiliar with this sort of scene. And their complete lack of care for their fellow people was pretty much standard in The Hand of Fate, to make them work together was the hardest thing Kvist had ever done. Even planning the firebombing of the Edge had been easier. He felt like responding to Kokaku’s in a less apathetic fashion.

“Yeah I could have said that, but Watchmen brat sounds stupid. And only fools find me trustworthy, so just have your gun ready. Well, welcome to my humble dorm, find yourself a seat or head for my bedroom if you wish to talk in private. In any case, I’ll be right behind you.” Now, where did I hide that bat?

Kvist stepped to the side holding the door for Kokaku so he could enter the dorm freely. And so Kvist would no longer be in the line of fire in case Kokaku tried to be a foolish kamikaze hero. He would gesture with a hand for Kokaku to enter the room and Kvist would be the friendly host and closing the door behind. And cut off the only escape path he would have. Kvist smiled to himself. The fly was trapped in the web now. And the only way to escape was by heroically defeating the gathered spiders.

Would be quite fun if he tried, at this range, I can get the gun away from me before he can raise it high enough… But I better just wait a little, never know with these leg- “Watchmen” brats…

“So, make up your mind.”

[OOC: I could come with a billion excuses, but all of them would work, so I won't state them and let you find out for yourself. Sorry for the lateness though.]

[Kokaku Musha]

Kokaku ignored Kvist’s little small talk about legion and watchmen, he didn’t care one bit about Kvist’s thoughts on those group anyway. Kokaku’s hatred towards Kvist wasn’t fed by his loyalty to Legion or the Watchmen… it was simply because of the man’s actions, capturing, hurting, murdering innocent people… and for what reason? For what purpose at all? Kokaku’s mind got flooded with thoughts, on the one hand he knew that if he decided to walk into that room he would probably not get out without a fight. On the other hand he couldn’t just turn around now and walk away from the threat he had been so eager to finally meet and perhaps crush. The situation appeared useless, but Kokaku’s sense of pride and justice was what kept him in the door opening… his foolishness kept him from retreating now and call for help. He would enter and see this one through till the end. However, he would play this as safe as possible.

“I can let myself in Kvist, you just lead the way and I’ll be right behind you… I indeed want to talk to you, but I don’t give a ratsfuck about your goons listening to whatever I say. Would you act tougher then you truly are when accompanied by them? Would that cause you to give inaccurate answers to my questions? Would that make you lie in front of them? I don’t know, nor do I care… I do not know what you got hiding in your bedroom, nor do I like the idea of having my back turned to either you or your men…”

Kokaku would wait on Kvist’s reaction before he would enter, but would only enter if Kvist did what Kokaku asked for, lead the way into the dorm. Kokaku would keep his face towards Kvist and his men, the distance between him and Kvist big enough for him to put his gun up and shoot before the masked individual could strike him… Able to notice the movements of Kvist’s thugs so he could respond to it accordingly… He might not get out of here unharmed, but Kvist wouldn’t make it out alive if Kokaku wouldn’t…

OOC: Short due to your input being required and you’re not on msn…

[John Smith]

[OOC: Sorry for the delay mate. I know. 22 days [passed midnight as I am writing this.] is a long time. And I have several times explained why it took this long. Well, now it is here. Enjoy.]

Damnit. Oh well. I said it myself, he is the smartest in their league. Just not smart enough to make a run for it.

Kvist took another examinating glance at his could-be murderer. Nothing more to notice, no poorly concealed weapons, only the same old calm face of Kokaku. It bored Kvist. He wanted more emotion from his adversaries. Calm and cold exteriors was dull in the long run. A face twisted in sorrow and eyes hell-bent on revenge. That was something intriguing right off the bat. There was passion. Power. Reason! Kvist shook his head when he found his seat again. A wooden chair, not very comfortable. Gesturing with his left hand a standing place for Kokaku, it was the best place to stand, you could see the front of all the people gathered in the room so no one would be able to suddenly aim a gun at you, without you noticing it first. So, Kvist hoped his men had the nerves to simply sit and talk to an enemy without going into an anger spree. An anger spree that would end with Kvist finally dieing.

Kvist opened his mouth to start talking, as the first word left his lips, a bottle came from the blindside of Kokaku, and the blindside of everyone else. The bottle fragmenting into dozens of razorsharp shards of glass as it slammed the top of Kokaku’s head. A mixture of blood and liquor would be pouring from the struck area. It would be a small time before Kokaku would be able to see past the blur and actually make out that Kvist had covered the short distance between the two men and was gripping his throat and lifting him up while slamming a right fist into his solar plexus. A powerful strike that could have even the strongest of men double over. The bottleman had already tried to seize the firearm in the possession of Kokaku, and Kvist had no need to fear a sudden gunshot ripping through his organs.

Kvist would continue holding the throat of Kokaku, until every trace of oxygen would have left the guy. Once that occurred, he threw the guy aside and he landed heavily on the ground. Probably still alive. Kvist did not know, nor did he give a damn. If alive, he would simply wish he was fucking dead.

Henchman: “Kvist, he is still alive, barely breathing at all and his pulse is weak.”

Kvist turned to the guy who was checking Kokaku for a pulse. A moment later the said guy rose and took out his gun and aimed it down at the face of Kokaku. A single bullet would finish the job, and at the same time anger the whole Legion-Watchmen camp beyond compare. A loveable thought, but would put the last nail in Kvist’s coffin. He shook his head and the henchman’s pistol dissappeared . It would be a bother transporting the almost lifeless body out of the building. It would take some serious planning to get it through the dorm guard.

“Find a bottle more of your whiskey. You two, pick him up. … Yeah like that.” The bottleman came back with another bottle, and Kvist grabbed it and forced the whiskey down the throat of Kokaku. His breath turned strong and smelly almost instantly. Without a doubt, Kokaku would have spoken with the dorm guard, so they had to act really drunk. Just a problem, Kvist wasn’t entirely sure on the alcohol rules. They might get busted for breaking some obscure alcohol rule.

“Your turn…” Kvist poured more whiskey into the henchmen who were carrying the knocked out Kokaku Musha. Kvist threw the empty bottle aside. Kvist had a feeling that he should be driving the car, instead of these two drunken lads. “… Get going. The guard saw Kokaku approx 10 min ago. So, this will seem very odd, but who cares, they don’t get paid for being smart, only strong. If it doesn’t work, bribe him.”

Kvist had left it to his subordinates to get the job done. A risky choice, but these people had snappy tongues. And The Hand of Fate was still holding some slyness, be it that they could sneak out a couple of drunken lads in the night. Kokaku’s head was hanging dead and his arms were around the shoulders of the two halfway drunk students keeping him up. A cap backwards on Kokaku’s head covered the wound. They left the dorm. Kvist turned to his dorm window and watched as 2 figures with someone hanging heavily on their shoulders. He could see they were talking at the gates, he opened the window and could hear the high voices of his men. They rambled on about Kokaku there being a wuss at drinking. Perfect acting. The gate swung open and they left and walked out on the road. And Kvist’s plan had worked out.

“You guys clean up this mess, and Michael give me your car keys. I’ll be needing it.”

‘Aww damnit, please give it back in one piece this time…’

Kvist snickered at the memory of last time he had ‘borrowed’ Michaels car.

- Several hours later.-

“Wake up sleepy head!” A bucket of water splashed against the head of Kokaku. A irritating sound of metal clanging against something heavy told the world that Kvist had grown bored of the bucket and discarded it. Kokaku would find himself handcuffed and arms forced behind his back and hand cuffed there. And to make things more fun. Kvist had also tied a rope around his elbows that had been forced together as well. Just to make it impossible to jump over the rope to get the hands to your front side. It would also mean that if Kokaku tried to struggle too much, his already pressured shoulder might dislocate from the extra pressure.

Kvist had seen african policemen use this tactic on tv, and it had worked quite fine there. So. Why shouldn’t it work on a delusional youngster?

“Goodmorning scumbag… I won’t try to delude myself and think you will break easily and give me all what I want to know right off the bat. So this might take some time, but all the more fun. I won’t be able to honour you with my presense every time you wake up after giving into the pain. I am much too busy with rebuilding an empire for that. But do not fear. At the times where you are screaming the loudest, I will be here in spirit and enjoying your screams…”

Kvist snickered and walked around Kokaku’s chair. A wooden chair. Mass manufactured chair. No special marks or anything. Good old school chair. Probably stolen from school campus. Petty theft. Kvist had to do something in his sparetime.

“Let’s get down to business. What are Taiku’s plans regarding me? The status with The Watchmen, including their leader. What is the former Junior Captain, Leon, up to? And for the last question, for now, has Legion been remade?” … I should learn to end one problem before I start a new one…

Kvist wouldn’t wait for an answer before sending a swift knee to Kokaku’s chest. A back hand slap across his cheek. The hand came back and slapped his head the other way. Several minuttes, with slaps and back hands across Kokaku’s head, passed before Kvist stopped and allowed Kokaku to talk. After Kvist had sent a uppercut to his solar plexus, grinding the air out of his body. This was the weak start. The pain would double itself several times until Kokaku would finally yield the information Kvist wanted.

“Tell me the stuff I want to know. Now!”

Kvist screamed the last word into the face of Kokaku. His voice echoing in the small barren room. A little lamp was all that lighted the place up. And the chair was the only piece of furniture in there. Kvist was gripping the shoulders of Kokaku in a firm and harming grip. His fingers digging into his shoulder nerves.

[Kokaku Musha]

OOC: No worries man.

IC:
Kokaku slowly followed Kvist inside and positioned himself on the place Kvist had pointed out. It indeed gave the best view of the room and an immediate escape route towards the door was still free. Though his gun was lowered, Kokaku kept hold of it tightly, ready to aim the gun into Kvist’s face at the slightest motion of his lackeys. However, they remained still. The silence was somewhat making Kokaku nervous, but his senses were sharp. However, not sharp enough to hear the sneaking footsteps of an unknown opponent. The huffing sound the henchman made when he rose the bottle he was holding made Kokaku immediately move his gun towards Kvist’s face, but he knew he was too late. The bottle collided with his head and his aim immediately failed, his head lowering due to the impact of the blow. By the time he wanted to re-aim, Kvist had already moved forward and wrapped his hand around Kokaku’s throat. Kokaku felt the gun slip out of his hands as some follower took hold of it but that would be the last thing he felt as a strike hit his solar plexus. After that, everything became black…

* Hours later *

A splash of water made Kokaku come back to the world of the living, followed by an enormous sting in the back of his head. His head fell forward but Kokaku’s body couldn’t follow. He was tied up pretty well and the pain and agony he felt in his shoulder meant moving his arm too much would only worsen his pain. His vision was still blurry and the fact that his wet bangs were hanging in front of his eyes now didn’t really improve the sight either. It didn’t matter too much though, Kokaku didn’t want to know what was in front of him anyway.

‘Good job Ko… you really did it this time… why couldn’t you just pull the trigger? Why couldn’t you just kill him?’ ~You damn well know why you couldn’t do that, you sissy… you’re not a murdered… you should’ve let me do it…~ ‘Shut up…’

Kokaku’s thoughts however were disturbed by the voice of the one thing he had grown to hate the most in his life… the man that had once seemed like nothing compared to his father had turned into something more fearsome then his father ever would. But he wasn’t the only one who had changed… Kokaku had let lose his fears for death a long time ago and the fact that this man would make his death a painful one wouldn’t make too much of a difference. Kokaku would die in here, but he knew in the end it would lead to Kvist’s own destruction. Police couldn’t ignore this… the school couldn’t ignore this… his brother couldn’t ignore this… his friends couldn’t… If word came out of Kokaku’s death, hell would break lose even amongst the peaceful ones and finally, people would realize the union against this man was the only solution. This thought made Kokaku laugh insanely at the man in front of him after hearing his first set of words.

“An empire you say?” Kokaku asked sarcastically, “Empires have been forged by strong and smart leaders and I’m sorry to say, but you qualify for neither one of them…”

An inevitable strike towards his body was inevitable, but Kokaku felt relieved with at least aggravating the man who would soon become his murderer. Kvist started stating his demands, or actually more the things he simply wanted to know. Before Kokaku could answer with a short ‘drop dead’, Kvist launched a set of strikes on the already weakened man, making Kokaku huff heavily at the end of it. The shouting and firm grip on Kokaku’s shoulder made him grit his teeth and finally, he moved his head up and faced his torturer directly.

“How do you expect me to answer questions without letting me speak, shitface?”

He laughed loudly once more even though the pain in his shoulder rose with every second Kvist increased the pressure on it. If Kvist decided to let go of his shoulder, Kokaku would give his response.

“But very well, since your hospitality impresses me so much, I’ll answer. Taiku wishes to break up with his girlfriend so you and him can go on a cruise somewhere warm, the Watchmen are still watching here and there and their leader is sitting in front of you… I guess they won’t disturb your honeymoon then… Leon is currently involved with some sort of chess tournament I believe which really seemed to frustrate him so you might want to avoid him, he’s being really grumpy… And about Legion being remade or not… Damnit Kvist, I thought you had spies everywhere? Legion however is remade as a travel agency to plan yours and Taiku’s flight…”

[John Smith]

If for once second, you removed the mask from Kvist’s face, demasked the fucker so to say, you would see a face of pure joy. Not pure joy from the pain that he had inflected on his little warehouse guest (althought it contributed greatly). It was the defiance in Kokaku that had him excited and overjoyed. This would undoubtly change as it progressed and when his defiance proved to be a bitch. But, he would enjoy it now, and curse it later. He sent out a howl of laughter. It sounded strange, but it got the message through. The second Kokaku’s mouth shut tight after his last word. Kvist responded with a right hook. Slamming into side of his face. He withdrew his hand slowly, while he wondered if he should retaliate with more than that single punch. He wagered it would be enough for now.

“Admireable. But nonetheless foolish.”

Kvist knew that this runt before him was officer in Watchmen. And that he was the brother, or whatever, of Maverik. Maverik, the leader of Watchmen. Lover of Xian. Xian, the mother of Maverik’s unborn child. The child. Kvist’s way of turning the Watchmen into his pesonal puppets. Or he could always use the captured cattle right here to puppetere them. But. Brotherly love was weaker than fatherly love … Either case were a risk. A terrible risk. Why not play on both of them then?

“Let’s try this again then. And this time, try to speak the truth. Or I might get rough.”

A three finger strike directly to the solar plexus, digging into his flesh and striking his lungs. Forcing out all the air from those closely guarded organs. Damnit. The strike had failed. He would have to train some more. It was intended that his fingers should go through the skin and cause more damage than what it did. Although, deprived of air, Kokaku would probably still feel the effect. Lack of oxygen. The most basic human thing. You even learned it while rolling around in your mothers womb. He didn’t retreat all the way with his fingers. Only pulled them out of Kokaku. Then formed his hand into a fist and sent it up as an uppercut.

“Come on Kokaku, tell me. What are their plans?”

Like before, Kokaku wouldn’t get the chance to respond before Kvist sent a kick directly into the chest of Kokaku. His chair and him, sent through the room where they eventually crashed against the floor and slid into the wall. (Un)Fortunately the chair struck the wall first and saved Kokaku some of the pain he would otherwise have gained.

-Sometime Later-

“See, Kokaku, over there you see a camera. Lift your head, that’s better.” Kvist had grapped Musha’s hair and forced his head up to see the marvel of the running camera. Kokaku was once again sitting in the middle of the room. The camera focused on him, with the face in view, no one could be unsure of who this fucker was. Their friend, ally, comrade, compadre, brother, boyfriend – Kokaku Musha. The darkness in the room was perfect for this. Kvist was just a dark shade on the video. But still, only the stupid wouldn’t know who was behind the scenes. Only the hopeful would wish it wasn’t him who was behind the scenes.

“I wonder. How much pain would it cause your friends if they were to see your brain all over the floor?” Kvist pulled out a pistol. “You got exactly 5 seconds to tell me what I want to know.” Kvist counted down slowly. From the top to the bottom. He totally disregarded anything Kokaku would say or do, even if he told him everything he knew. Once zero was reached. He pulled the trigger. A gunshot could be heard. The sound thrown back and forth in the small room. Kokaku. Amazingly unharmed. Kvist started to laugh a wicked laugh. Blank shot. Full of fun. Kvist walked over and turned off the camera once the audience would be certain that Kokaku was still alive.

“Same time tomorrow?” Kvist left the room with the camera. In some 12 hours he’d be back. But for Kokaku, the turmoil had just begun. He wouldn’t get any sleep, food, or water. He would be beaten at odd hours of the day.

To several people in San Francisko, a video tape would be delievered by the ever faithful mailmen. The tapes had been duped: To >Insert name< from >Kokaku Musha<.

[Kokaku Musha]

OOC: This is going to be short since it will only be a response to what Kvist did, if anything new happens a new thread will be made so after this post, this thread is closed.

IC:
Kokaku took the strike with a smile on his face but after the punch small streams of blood started to stream down his mouth, across the chin and finally onto the floor. The strikes kept coming and Kokaku’s lack of oxygen led him to a coughing moment. However, as soon as he could breathe again he would keep his lips shut and stare blankly at the monster in front of him. Kvist asked another set of questions followed by a kick. A loud scream left Kokaku’s mouth, both filled of anger and fear of what would be behind him. The concrete wall was good enough an answer as Kokaku’s head smacked back and struck the wall. His vision became blurry and shortly after, Kokaku passed out…

* Sometime later *

Kokaku could barely open his eyes as his head was pulled backwards by Kvist. After he had regained consciousness he had received another beating in the face which now was red and bruised all over, dried up blood still covering several aspects of his face. He noticed the camera in front of him but due to Kvist’s strong grab, couldn’t look away from it. He barely was able to let a sigh escape his lips before Kvist pulled out a gun. After Kvist’s silly remark Kokaku heard the man count down.

“Fuck you, you bastard! Fuck you!” Kokaku shouted whilst trying to move the chair anywhere by simply moving his body. His body hurt everywhere and his mouth showed the pain he was in. He couldn’t move himself away from the camera, he could barely move at all. When he heard zero he shouted loud once more as he closed his eyes, the sound of the shot making him deaf for several seconds, if not a minute. Dazed by what was going on, he slowly opened his eyes again and tried to look at Kvist who slowly walked towards the camera and promised Kokaku he’d be back the same time tomorrow. Kokaku knew what was going to happen shortly… and frankly, he wished the shot Kvist had fired had been real…

‘Brothers... friends… where are you..??’


Closed ^^