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Aggravation is the Key

 

Licking the blood that dripped steadily from the blade, cold crimson eyes turned to the men who lay sprawled on the floor, their limbs mangled with each others- dead.

 

A menacingly smirk crossed the fine face of the woman, who stepped over broken tables and chairs and advanced to the front door of the house. She licked the knife once, twice, then three times more before she slid it into its leather casing. Then, she blew a kiss to the carcasses of the men she had slain.

 

The sunlight struck her face, but with incredible agility, she whipped out her sunglasses and positioned them over her oriental nose. Looking to her right, then looking to her left, she sashayed across the street, ending up at a pearl white Lexus that was spotless from the tip of the golden `L' that was circled and joined to the head of the car, to the bumper stickers clinging to the back. The stickers were blurred, though, and were illegible to someone attempting to decipher the words.

 

Getting into the car, she inserted her key into the slot and revved up the engine, enjoying the noise the motor emanated as it progressed from parking mode to driving mode. She made her way onto the street, her hair blowing to the sides as she left the windows down so that she could feel the wind thrashing her hair into her face.

 

After a moment, she felt something missing from her daily routine. She grinned when she realized what was omitted and greedily turned the radio on. Korean reggae poured from the speakers and filled the streets with its loud, blaring music.

 

“I need coffee,” she mumbled as she recognized that she was stifling yawns when she had been walking towards her car. Aiming for the market, she sped off.

 

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Cries of anguish filled his ears and he avariciously pulled the trigger again and again and again.

 

Deeper blows were sent in his direction and he angrily turned to the cops that were crouched behind boxes with their handguns pointed to him. Snarling, he snapped his gun and aimed for one of their foreheads. With vicious accuracy, he pulled the trigger and grinned widely as he heard the aggravating scream from the officer, who was thrown back by the blow and crashed into more heavy boxes.

 

“Ouch,” the villain whispered when the boxes that were filled with heavy-duty chests tumbled to the ground, pinning the defenseless officer and spreading the blood. In a matter of seconds, his lights were out for good and his head fell limply to the side, scarlet liquid oozing out of his mouth.

 

The other cops did not hesitate to give chase. They shot their guns at the vile, cruel man, but he only turned around and shot at them as well. The loud bangs were unbearable and the constant screaming and snickering was enough to cause everyone to go insane.

 

One of the cops got shot in the arm and he unwillingly ceased his running in favor of dropping to his knees and clutching the wounded arm, causing the flow of blood to increase. He gulped continuously, blurred eyes trying to focus on the man who had shot him and the rest of the cops who were hot on his tracks. They must have assumed him dead, for no officer offered to help him or call for an ambulance.

 

That was fine for that cop. He'd die if he must, but not before causing that man more suffering than was done unto him. He bit his lip in hopes of distracting him from the pain in his left limb, but it only resulted in a fresh new flow of blood that was streaming down his chin.

 

Limply trying to follow with his comrades, the officer forced himself to start walking towards them, but they were soon beginning to disappear into the country's curves.

 

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Kim Hy-yoon was her given name, but she preferred the nickname `Dark Sun'. Anyone who called her otherwise was killed. With a long bladed knife and eyes that could narrow into barely visible slits, she's cut their throat slowly, relishing the cries and begs of mercy that they shouted. If she felt gracious, she'd end their life quick, but still incredibly painful.

 

When she saw a man running from the cops, she pressed her heel onto the brakes and urged him to come in. He grinned mischievously, grateful for her assistance.

`cha doing running from the cops, eh?” she inquired, stepping on the gas again as soon as he closed the door to the passenger seat.

 

“Nothing much,” was his reply and he whipped his gun out at her. “Thanks for the help, but now you're under my command. Now, don't try anything smart, `cuz it'll only result in your blood being spilt. I know how you women work, so I'll just tell you what to do and you obey, got that, sweet thing?” He gave her a smirk that practically shouted `SEXIST!'.

 

Dark Sun only smiled and nodded her head. She wasn't going to let that slide, but she'd have to get him to spill some beans if she were to call herself a `true woman'. (Note: this is just adding to the sexist thing. You know how `women are gossiping hens and will stick their nose into everything and anything.')

 

“So, what's your name?” she asked him, turning her head to look at his cold, unrelenting eyes.

 

“Keep your eyes on the road, sweet stuff, and maybe I'll consider answering you,” he retorted, gesturing with his head in the direction of the road in front of her.

 

She smiled a fake beam and just turned her head back to looking at the boulevard before her. She could see the cop cars making haste towards her car through the back view mirror. Cursing under her breath for disregarding that they were being chased now that she had helped this fool, she clicked her tongue in annoyance and pressed her heel further into the gas pedal.

 

“Roll up the windows,” he ordered, sick and tired of the wind rushing past his face and incessantly making racket. Obediently, she rolled up the windows and continued down the path.

 

“Is there anything else you need, my prince?” she asked contemptuously.

 

“Indeed there is,” he answered, still pointing the gun towards her, but now holding out his hand. “Where's your money?”

 

“Hold on,” she said, and let go of the wheel to reach into her pants pocket. The car swiveled back on forth until finally she fished out some cash, handed it to him with a grin, and turned back to the road.

 

The man gave her an intense stare before slowly counting the money.

 

“Hey! What is this shit?!”

 

“It's Won- from Korea. Overseas cash isn't easily obtained, you know.”

 

“Won?! Where's your AMERICAN money?!”

 

She refused to answer him and instead turned the car purposely off the road and into the long stalks of grass. Losing control, she accidentally tipped the car over before it landed so that the ceiling of the car was what was jammed to the ground.

 

He almost lost his grip on the gun, but he quickly retaliated from the incident and scrambled out the car, cautiously scavenging the area for cop cars with his eyes. She got out of the car with difficulty, having injured her ankle in the process of tipping over her car.

 

Lunging at her weak state and taking advantage of it, he grabbed her around the neck and pointed his gun to her right temple. Harsh words were hissed into her ears- courtesy of the man.

 

“Don't you dare try to do that again,” he barked, jamming the gun further into her skin.

 

She merely giggled in reply and in one slick movement, slit his arm with her hidden knife. They both went at each other. He shot his gun at her, but she dodged and attempted to slash him with her knife. Blood trickled from wounds that were cut into her by the mere air that emanated from the bullets lunged towards her. His wounds fared no better, ruby fluid dribbling to the ground in a small scarlet pool.

 

They waited to catch their breaths for a while before attacking each other again and again, an endless cycle that was unpredictable when and where they would decide to stop. She slid backwards, using her heel to slow down and avoid impact on the car that was right behind her. Then she bounded upwards, attempting to slice him from above. He had predicted her move, however, and aimed straight at her head.

 

Gasping, she tried to dodge the bullet with her knife, and barely did so.

 

She crashed into the dirt and blood dripped from her forehead. She looked up to see him panting as well, but also he was advancing towards her, his handgun raised and intended for her arm.

 

In no shape to evade his assault, she just laughed wickedly, her oriental voice cracked by the blood that slipped into her mouth.

 

“Sayonara,” the man said, slowly pulling the trigger.

 

“I'm Korean- not Japanese!” she retorted, but he only gave her an iniquitous grin.

 

With a last tug at the trigger, he awaited the final blow and her scream to echo into the sky.

 

But there was no scream, nor was there a blow from his gun.

 

He pulled the trigger again and again, but sadly realized that he had used up all his bullets. Cussing profanities under his breath, he pressed on to her and snatched up her knife that she had left carelessly on the ground. He poised it above his head and swung down.

 

“You're under arrest!!”

 

Livid eyes flashed to look at the police officers surrounding him. There was at least thirty, and fifteen cars were parked all around the field. Dark Sun rose to her feet and seized the knife that he clutched angrily in his hands. He turned to her and she carefully slit his throat. He tried to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood spurted from his neck wound and from over his tongue. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell down- dead.

 

The officers looked uncertainly at each other, but progressed to arrest the young female in front of them in favor of the deceased man before them.

 

Licking off the blood from her blade, as she had down earlier that day, she bounded up into the sky and came down with incredible dexterity, slaughtering them on the spot. Then, she licked her blade three times before inserting it into its case. She tore off one of the officer's uniform- one that was not very bloody- and put it one over her clothes.

 

She yawned, turned her car upright, got into it, and murmured, “Man, and all I wanted was some coffee.”

 

Onto the road she went, Korean reggae dancing in the wind.