InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Story of Seven Men ❯ Story of Seven Men- Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3- Meanwhile…

 

 

The new Leader of the Band of Seven stared at the traitors who had cowardly run in battle from the Rojo Lobos, as they held their hands up in surrender, losing any and all hope of escape from Renkotsu. The members of the gang held their guns out threatening them.

 

 

"Please don't!" one pleaded.

 

 

"We won't run again!! We'll do whatever you want!! Just please spare us!!" others shouted in hopes of swaying the new leader.

 

 

Renkotsu glared aloofly at them all. "Kill them." he ordered coldly. Hundreds of bullets whooshed past him, burying themselves in the coward's flesh, as blood splashed out all over the concrete.

 

 

Turning back to the remaining squads of faithful and wounded members of his gang, he called out, “Let this be a lesson, you run… you die. It's that simple.” His eyes wandered over the faces that remained stoic through the spray of bullets and blood before he began to walk away for the stench. “I've got a date with a tattoo,” he leered as he left the complex, hearing another barrage of bullets that eliminated another batch of unfaithful subordinates.

 

 

 

 

Suikotsu held out his stethoscope as the little boy shivered from the harsh coldness of its touch. He smiled warmly. "It all checks out. He's in perfect health Ms. Mc Kinley," he said, reaching into his pocket and handing the kid a lollypop as he grabbed it eagerly.

 

 

Doctor Suikotsu Aethos smiled as he handed the mother some papers as he left the room, waiting for one of the nurses to finish the appointment. As he signed something he over heard two of the staff whispering, so he moved a bit closer to hear what was being said.

 

 

"Oh that poor man in 216..." The older one said trembling.

 

 

"What happened?" a much younger and perkier one asked.

 

 

The older nurse sighed, "He was apparently in some gang fight and got 3rd degree burns all over his body. Doctors think he won't be able to even speak anymore, so police can't question him. I feel so sorry for him…"

 

 

Suikotsu eyed past them not thinking anything to him self, simply hearing the words, as he started to walk down the hallway, holding a stern gaze as he slowly crept to the door of room 216 open, and locked it behind him. The completely motionless man lay on the bed; his eyes looked directly at the cold doctor. Suikotsu slowly walked over ominously and raised the man's arm up, cringing when he saw the tattoo of the Rojo Lobos.

 

 

"You should have stayed dead," he said, revealing a huge syringe from his pocket. As he removed the protective cap, Suikotsu flicked the container itself, squeezing the end as a bit of dark yellow liquid squirted out.

 

 

"This won't be pleasant," he smirked, pulling out the IV, none to gently as blood strung out, before injecting the serum into the man with ferocity. Suikotsu watched the man try and writhe in agony as the venom spread through his blood, and his already red and browned body grew purple from its toxicity.

 

 

The man moved his eyes back and forth, trying to do anything to get help, be saved.

Suikotsu simply stood over him and watched, as his eyes pierced the man, watching the effects of the poison destroying him quickly. Thanks to Mukotsu's ingeniousness it would all look like a drug mix up. Suikotsu harshly pet the man's head, staring him down with anger, and left the room, knowing that he would be dead in a few more minutes.

 

 

He got back, took the chart the nurse handed him, and smiled at his next appointment, acting as if nothing had ever happened. “I love my job,” he thought with a smirk as he walked past the dead man's door, knowing that a `code blue' would be called soon, that he'd rush to the door, only to pronounce the man dead.

 

 

 

 

“No! No! You can't fucking do this to me you fucking shit head freak! I never agreed to this! He's not my friend. I don't even know the asshole. He did it 'cause he hates guys like me. I don't fucking want this!" the stray gang member pleaded.

 

 

"Are you shitting me?” Renkotsu demanded. “You signed up with the Band of Seven. And now you say you don't want in?" he continued while shaking his head.

 

 

Kyokotsu was breathing through clenched teeth, but relaxed a little bit. "If you hadn't run away like a coward you'd be dead from the Rojo Lobos already. Though, my fucking boot will ensure you don't live much longer. I don't have time to deal with shits like you backing out," Kyokotsu seethed. "You got the tattoo and it said if you didn't cooperate I get to take any measures necessary to deal with you." The giant bent down and the enormous, black boot quickly moved into position over the gang member, pinning him down.

 

 

With a sickening squish and crunching noises as Kyokotsu ground his boot from side to side, a blood curdling scream was cut horrifically short. He pressed the boot down harder and harder. Once he was satisfied with his handy work, he moved his boot revealing a contorted mess with part of it stuck to his boot sole and the other part stuck to the concrete. The half stuck to the floor bore the tread pattern of Kyokotsu's boot.

 

 

With a yawn Renkotsu commented, "I hate traitors like him."

 

 

 

A few hours later, aching slightly from his new `addition' Renkotsu moved toward an ordinary looking house which music blared through the walls. As he got closer, Renkotsu recognized the acid rock that Mukotsu favored over all other. Shaking his head, he thought, “It's a damn wonder that the cops haven't beat down his door for disturbing the peace.” By then a few cars drove by blaring their music to the max, drowning the acid rock of Mukotsu's place easily.

 

With a shake of his head he moved quickly through the gate that was the only way through the three foot rose bushes meticulously surrounding the home. He hated the sickly sweet smell of the flowers, though he noticed that currently they hid the smell of what Mukotsu was cooking in the `basement.' A sly smile crossed his lips as he continued through the front door, nearly getting deafened by the sounds of `Cannibal Corpse' before he made his way to the basement door near the back of the house.

 

Below, in a sound proof basement, Mukotsu whistled along with the mellow back ground music as he continued cutting into the struggling body lying against a metal table. As he dipped the blood bedewed blade once more into the heaving mass of entrails, organs and soft tissue, his soft tenor sang out, “Eager young lads, and roués and cads will offer you food and wine.” The squirming youth made guttural noises, the equivalent as a scream as his internal organs were wickedly and harshly ripped from his body.

 

“Totally unprepared are you, to face a world of men,” Mukotsu continued as he set the blade aside, delving with both blood covered hands into the open cavity to remove the quivering blood dripping liver, letting the victim see it before passing out, over come with shock.

 

Clicking his tongue, Mukotsu shook his head as he commented, “Too bad he passed out… now I'll have no audience to my wonderful singing,” as he placed the liver into a bowl that already contained other organs of various victims.

 

“You think too highly of yourself,” Renkotsu replied as he moved down the stairs, seeing that half dozen Rojo Lobos gang members lay about the basement in various stages of tortured sleep.

 

“Have you come to watch me work?” he asked coyly, knowing that it was an honor to have the new leader watching his lowly work. As he waited for an answer, Mukotsu delved back into the unconscious man's body making quick work of his kidneys and sections of his small intestine.

 

Looking over the various containers of organs, chemicals and vials of stuff that he didn't want to know about, Renkotsu replied, “I'm here of my own accord, Mukotsu. I'd heard of your talented fingers and wanted to see them first hand. Is that a crime?”

 

Turning back toward the counter of containers, Mukotsu grabbed up the chemicals and vials dumping them into the open cavity as Renkotsu looked on, a vile gleam in his eyes as the concoction spread through out the body. “What will that do?” he asked as Mukotsu took a nasty looking needle and thread from the table and began to sew up the gaping chest wound he'd created.

 

“Oh that… that little concoction will bubble and boil and when he gets back to his buddies… BOOM!!! No more Rojo Lobos!” he laughed wickedly as he finished sewing up his `patient.' Unable to hold back his own laugh, Renkotsu roared out the vilest evil laugh he possessed. With the death of Bankotsu, the utter destruction of the lower ranks of the Rojo Lobos and the smell of death and decay in the air, Renkotsu was on top of the world, enjoying his position of power and loving every minute of it.

 

 

Jakotsu glared death at the computer screen before him. “Who the hell is this bitch that her DMV record won't come up?” he demanded. Slamming his hands in frustration on the keyboard once more, he typed in everything he knew of the blond haired, green-eyed trucker he could think of as he tried his best to hack into the Department of Motor Vehicles website. He'd watched from a distance as she'd stopped to help his fallen leader and heard her call for help over the CB. With the use of high powered binoculars he'd been able to get the license plate from the truck, but was only able to get only so far before road blocks were thrown into his way.

 

When `Access Denied' graced his screen once more, he threw back his chair, causing it to skitter across the floor before crashing soundly into the wall. His roar of frustration shook the windows for he was afraid that now he'd doomed his friend. “Why… why did Renkotsu have to stage this coup? Why did I just leave my best friend along side the road?” he mumbled as he beat his head against the wall. “Now I don't even know where in hell he's at. Just that some bitch picked him up named `Tempest' and that the truck is registered to some trucking company called Rellway Trucking that doesn't even seem to exist.”

 

Calmed from his sudden outburst, due to a thought of inspiration, Jak quickly grabbed up his chair and stabbed at the keyboard. Maliciously he stalked the web, his fingers doing the killing of the websites that he searched, finally finding the jewel that he sought. His violet eyes glimmered with joy as he saw the evidence of the nonexistent company. “I've found you,” he practically purred as he delved once more into the website, trying his best to hack the firewalls and backdoors of the heavily secured site.

 

 

Renkotsu sighed for the thousandth time as the groans of pain and mumbled screams reached his ears from the oversized passenger van his second in command, Ginkotsu Gioss, drove toward the seedier parts of the city. Looking back over his shoulder at the heap of bodies in various stages of pain and death, Renkotsu grinned devilishly as he thought of the toxins and poisons that bubbled and boiled through the bodies of the men mixing together into the most horrific torture possible.

 

Ginkotsu looked over at his leader, admiration in his eyes as he asked, “How much longer do we have?”

 

Looking once more over his shoulder, Renkotsu replied, “Mukotsu said that when they start turning a nice shade of yellow with blood pouring out of their eyes, that we'd better just kiss our asses goodbye.” Turning back toward the road, he continued, “I'd say about 10 minutes until we hit the warehouse district. Turn these rodents loose and they'll go crawling home. That's when the fun begins.” A feral smile crossed his lips as he thought of the amount of chaos the walking time bombs were about to inflict on the greater masses of the Rojo Lobos.

 

Renkotsu was taking great pleasure in the destruction of their closest rivals, lead by a quartet of mutts who he'd detested almost as much as his rival Bankotsu. “This should give them a reminder of which gang is in charge here,” he thought as they pulled up to a dilapidated warehouse that looked as if it were to fall under a light breeze.

 

As Ginkotsu practically threw the gang bangers out of his van, those that could run sprinted toward the darkness, screaming their tongue removed muffled way into the distance. Those that couldn't move were dragged into the ally, left to die and cause as much damage as possible in their final brief minutes of existence. Watching the placement of the bodies near the seemingly vacant building, Renkotsu chuckled as he saw a flicker of movement from some of the other buildings. “The rats have returned to their nests and now the fun begins!” he called out to Ginkotsu, drawing him back into the van so that they could move to a safe distance.

 

About a block from the drop off, Ginkotsu pulled his van around to watch the warehouse where they had deposited the human bombs. “Any minute now,” Renkotsu commented as he looked at his watch. With baited breath, the duo watched as the fireworks were about to begin, only to be interrupted by the ringing of Renkotsu's phone. Pulling the phone from his pocket, Renkotsu flipped it open as he demanded, “What do you want?”

 

As the disembodied voice came through the phone the horrified screeches of pain, confusion, and gunfire rang out into the night as the explosions commenced like the cannon fire of the 1812 overture. “I'll have to call you back,” Renkotsu shouted into the phone before cutting off the caller and shoving the phone back into his pocket. Turning toward his next in command, Renkotsu ordered, “Don't let them get away!” as he pointed haphazardly toward the fleeing gang members that had not been treated by Mukotsu.

 

“Grr,” Ginkotsu replied as he shoved his modified van into gear, flipping a few toggles and switches that revealed some artillery mounted to the roof and sides of his vehicle. A wicked smile crossed both of their faces as the van roared to life, accelerating toward the confused Rojo Lobos, opening fire on the already chaotic scene. A few of the fleeing members were able to get a shot or two off, only to be deflected by the bullet proof glass and thick armor of the van.

 

Once they made a few more passes, killing as many grunts as they could, Ginkotsu headed back home, as Renkotsu pulled his phone out of his pocket once more. He stabbed at the numbers of the unidentified caller, having pulled it from caller id. By the time they'd made it back to the Band of Seven's head quarters, Renkotsu was practically purring in his contentment, a smile across his lips of the juicy information that he'd just received.

 

“Kyokotsu, I want you to go to this address and bring back Bankotsu's head,” he commanded as he handed his oversized henchman a piece of paper. “Don't fail me.”

 

The dense man looked at the paper a minute, processing the information as he said, “His head… I think I can do that,” as a kind of hunger crossed his mind, a hunger that would only be sedated with the taste of human flesh. “So I can have what's left?” he asked.

 

“Do as you like with the rest, just bring me proof that he's dead,” Renkotsu replied, as he shook off the implications of Kyokotsu's request.

 

A huge grin crossed the giant's face as he left the building, heading toward the directions eager for the meal he was about to eat.