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Devil's Destiny



Chapter 5

Sonya's throat burned with rawness and her lungs were swollen in her chest, but she continued to chase after her assailant. He ran in between buildings and even cut through a woman's house, but Sonya's persistence never let him go. Even when she knocked over the coffee table and kicked the pretty white cat named Anya as she ran through the kitchen. She barely had time to apologize before she was dodging cars in the middle of a busy highway.

"Goddamn it, will you fucking stop already?!" Another sharp turn to the left, and soon she ran to a dead end. Her attacker was nowhere to be seen.

"Fuck!" She yelled as she kicked at trashcans nearby. "God fucking damn it!" Sonya steamed and stalked out of the alleyway, when something caught her attention. A part of the wall seemed at a wrong angle. Almost sticking itself out of the wall, it appeared. On closer inspection, she realized it was a door of some kind. She pushed against it, and it moved roughly across a dirt surface. Bewildered, but thrilled at the lead, Sonya pushed harder against the door. Pulling out her flashlight, she found ahead of her a long, dark corridor. There was a glimmer of light at the end, and Sonya could barely hear the sounds of heavy breathing and faint footsteps.

"Gotcha." She moved down the passageway silently to find herself at another door a few moments later. Voices spoke quietly on the other side.

"I know I lost her, there's no way she could have found this place."

"You better be sure, Inko, or I'll have your head." Sonya frowned. The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't be sure. It was too muddled through the thick wall. "Did you find anything useful?"

"Not really, but this Maeve Freso is most certainly not a local actress come out of the blue. Her moves are familiar to me; I've seen them before. in the Marines, I think. Or at least some military branch."

"You think she's working undercover?"

"Definitely, so it'd be wise to watch your back. Now that I've done your work, how about doing mine. I want my money. Now." He suddenly grunted, and his voice began to squeak ever so slightly.

"You are in no position to order me around, you piece of shit punk." There was the sound of feet hitting the floor and a low coughing. "But I should give credit where credit is due. Oh, before that, have I introduced you to my brother?"

"Hey, what's he doi-" An echoing gunshot cut him off.

"Thank you."

"That information was useless, we already knew that."

"I know, that's why I had you terminate his services. Now, I suggest we get back to the yacht; your daughter will be getting worried." A few chuckles faded away, and Sonya pushed the door. It opened swiftly and silently, and she looked at the body on the floor, pooled in blood. 'Stupid bastard.' Sonya watched two shadows fading down the hall, and she moved to follow them. They led her to a parking lot outside of an old abandoned factory. When they weren't looking, Sonya moved behind a pickup truck that was nearby, and rolled under. The two mystery characters were discussing something, but she couldn't be sure. Then they were walking toward her, opened the car doors, and got inside. 'Shit!' Quickly reaching up to two small bars that would provide close enough support to handholds, Sonya lifted herself off the ground, and drove her heels into the muffler to keep herself off the ground. In a moment, they pulled away.

Sonya lost track of time as they drove, concentrating only on keeping herself under the car. Soon, her muscles began to ache, and she broke out in a sweat. Then they stopped. Sonya held her breath as the engine died, and the doors opened. She watched two pairs of footsteps walk away a few feet and stop. Softly, she lowered herself to the pavement and rolled out to the opposite side of where the men were standing. Quickly observing her location, she found herself to be at the Marina. 'Of course, dumbass, where else would they have a yacht?' In the moonlight, Sonya could only detect dancing shadows moving across the men's features, but she made sure to stay behind them at a short, safe distance. Their next stop, by foot, was at yacht 57, where a huge white boat with the words 'Dragon Cruiser' written in block letters was in port. It looked really familiar to her. When they went onto the deck, she followed, stopped under the windows of the kitchen cabin, and listened.

"Chi-chi! Ojisan!" a little girl shouted happily.

"Tenchi! Have you been good today?" A deep voice laced with age asked.

"Hai, ichinichiju."

"Practice your English, Kaoru-chan." Sonya's heart leapt to her throat. Oh my God!

"Yes, I was good all day."

"Wonderful. Now, I have a surprise for you!" This voice was younger, and held a Japanese accent.

"Oh, what, chi-chi?"

"Remember when I told you about that very special vault that has a big present for you?" Vault? Her dowry.

"Yes!"

"Well, we're going to go and open that vault tonight, so in a couple of hours you'll get to have a very big, and very early, birthday present."

"YEAH!" Oh, no you don't.

"Ok. I need you to go and get changed into your best outfit, and then we'll go to McDonalds for dinner, and then you can open up your present. Now, go change, quick quick!"

"Yeah!" The little girl's cheerful voice faded, and only the two men remained.

"All right," the older voice spoke again. "Go contact the others. Tell them to meet us there in 45 minutes. And make sure they have everything."

"No shit. You gonna set up the truck?"

"Yeah. 60 minutes from now, we'll be rich. 120 minutes later, that brat'll be dead. And 24 hours from now, we'll be the most powerful bastards alive." The two laughed heartily before splitting up. Sonya watched one, apparently the older guy, walk out and leave the ship. Sonya peeked inside to see the other's back to her. He was on the phone. Now, she thought to herself. Quietly opening the door, she slipped inside, raised her semi-automatic above her head, and quickly smashed it into his skull as he hung up. He grunted, fell, and lay still. Not knowing how much time she had left, she ran through the narrow hallway and heard a little girl singing to herself. She pushed the door open and found a small blonde girl in a small kimono, her smiling face all pink and pretty in the mirror. When she saw Sonya, she turned and screamed. Thinking quickly, Sonya ran to her and covered her mouth while she tried to use soothing words. In a moment, the girl became silent, and smiled.

"Hey, you saved my puppy!" Sonya smiled.

"That's right, and now I'm here to save you. You are in danger, and I'm going to protect you." The little girl cocked her head in confusion.

"From what?"

"Tenshi, get away from her!" Sonya looked into the mirror and saw the gentleman she knocked down. and stared in shock. Sanosuke? Sonya turned and looked directly into the Japanese man's eyes. It was Sanosuke, the man who was murdered by the Devil's Destiny gang.

"Chi-chi!" She ran to him, and clung to his side. "Chi-chi, she's here to protect me. She saved my puppy, so I know she's a good person."

"No, Tenshi, she is a murderer and a robber, and she is after your money." Sonya knew this wasn't Sanosuke. He didn't know her. as far as she knew. The blonde officer stood and trained her gun on the imposter.

"Let her go. I'm a lieutenant for the Special Forces, and you are under arrest for the kidnapping of Kaoru Sanosuke." The girl gasped and stared at Sonya with eyes wide and full of fear.

"Chi-chi," she whispered as she pulled at his clothes.

"I am ordering you to hand over the child and come along quietly. You will be given a fair trial-" Sonya was cut off as he lunged at her, a concealed knife thrashing at her face. She dodged, but was kicked across the cheekbone. Throwing her weight to the side, she pivoted on her right foot and smashed her knee into his stomach. He grunted but came back at her with a back fist before twisting to brandish the knife over her heart. She was able to block his punch, but she was unprepared for the knife and it sliced into her side. Crying out, she jumped back and threw a snap kick into his chin. He stumbled and crashed into Kaoru's dresser while his head knocked against the mirror, causing it to shatter.

"Chi-chi!" Kaoru continued to scream and Sonya stepped away holding her side. Slowly, the man rose to his feet, and when he faced them, Kaoru gasped and backed into the wall. In a moment, she went into hysterics, her high-pitched screams echoing around the yacht; before them stood a man with his face peeling off. Part of the skin was removed around the eye and cheek where the glass had cut into him. Sonya could detect a hint of recognition while she stared at him, but gave no more thought as he pulled out a gun. She rushed him and they toppled onto the floor. Both her gun and his were knocked away as they wrestled, but Sonya was able to squirm out of his grasp and sit on his chest. Repeatedly, she let blow after blow strike him across the face. Soon, he was bleeding everywhere, and her knuckles were dripping as she pulled away. He lay still, and she checked for breathing. He was still alive.

"Kaoru," Sonya turned to address the child. She was gone. "Shit!" Leaving the man in a bloody heap on the floor, she raced out and headed for the deck. Nowhere could she find Kaoru, until she heard a faint scream in the distance. There she spotted two figures, one struggling in the arms of another, and realized Kaoru was taken while Sonya was in battle.

"Kaoru!" Sonya screamed as she quickly proceeded down the ladder. She ran to where the truck was parked to see it begin to pull away. Putting on an extra burst of speed, she took a diving roll into the back of the truck. After regaining her senses, she kicked at the window, and it cracked. Inside the cabin, the 'grandfather' was struggling to keep his hands on the wheel while Kaoru kicked and scratched at him. He made a sharp turn to the left, and Sonya nearly stumbled off the back of the truck. She stood again, grabbed the wall of the truck, and put one leg over the side of the truck so it hovered in the air. Then, bending forward a bit, she kicked her heel to the driver's side window. Twice more she kicked, and she felt it give way. The driver yelped as glass flew into his face and lap, and he screamed again as Kaoru grabbed his hand and bit down viciously. He was unable to keep an eye on the road, and Sonya watched as the car sped toward a building.

Bringing herself back to a standing position, she kicked at the back cabin window until it, too, broke apart. She hit the old man in the head a few times with her boot until he seemed to lose consciousness. Reaching into the cabin, she quickly pulled Kaoru out as they picked up speed.

"Hold onto me and don't let go!" Before Kaoru could even nod, Sonya jumped off the truck and landed on her right shoulder, rolling for uncountable minutes as the momentum of her body slowed to a stop. Dizzy but relatively unharmed, Sonya looked over Kaoru's trembling body to see the car crash into a brick wall of an Italian restaurant. Kaoru screamed as the crunching metal and shattering glass filled their ears, and in a moment, the engine exploded and the car went up in a ball of flame. Sonya rolled over onto Kaoru to cover her from falling debris, and for a few moments they just lay there panting. When Sonya moved to check on the girl, she found her crying silently.

"Hey, hey Kaoru. It's ok. It's all right. You're ok now." She shook her head and put her hands over her face.

"He hurt me," she sobbed. "Ojisan hurt me. He hit me-" Sonya listened quietly and looked carefully at the bruise forming on her forehead. "- wanted me to stay quiet, wouldn't let me go." Sonya let her cry as she stood up and looked at the flaming wreckage. Well, whoever you were, you're dead now. Quietly, Sonya reached into the small military pack on her left leg and pulled out a cell phone. It was still in tact, luckily. She dialed, but no one answered.

"Come on, come on, pick up the phone Jaxx!" Another 5 rings, and Sonya pressed end in aggravation. Next, she dialed another number. 2 rings. Sonya held her breath.

"Yeah?"

"Oh thank God you're there. Can you pick me up?"

"Sonya? Where are you? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine Johnny. I'm down near the Marina. I found Kaoru. She's hurt, but I want to explain the situation to her before I get her to a hospital. Can you pick us up?"

Sonya sat in the backseat, cradling the child as she slept. The police had arrived at the scene a few moments after Johnny picked them up. The two had agreed that it would be best to keep Kaoru away from public places for now, so Johnny drove them off to another beachfront property he had in his father's name, which was secluded.

"She going to be all right?" Sonya nodded.

"Yeah, I hope. I don't know how I'm going to break it to her." She stroked the girl's bangs from her eyes. "She doesn't even know us."

"You're strong, Sonya, you'll figure something out. You'll make it through this, just like everything else." Sonya cleared her throat and looked out the window.

"Yeah, whatever. Hey, what's going on with Nise? She's not mad that you suddenly left her in the middle of the night?" Johnny shifted in his seat.

"Uh, she's not home. Went over to friend's house for a girl's night out. Don't know when she'll be home." Sonya chuckled slightly.

"Odd, she seems to be away from the house a lot. She work?"

"No."

"So you're supporting her? How much money has she stolen from you?" Sonya smiled as she teased him.

"Stop." Johnny sounded annoyed when he spoke.

"What?"

"Look, just- I don't want to talk about it anymore. Nise's not here, and I prefer we keep it that way. All right?" Sonya swallowed.

"Ok." They drove the rest of the way in silence.

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When they arrived at the large and isolated beach house, Sonya took Kaoru in her arms as Johnny led her to a guest bedroom where they let her rest. Suddenly, he seized her wrist and began dragging her through the living room down another hallway, stubbornly ignoring her questions and complaints. He turned at the end of the hall, and Sonya admired the large white bathroom as he led her over to the sink.

"You look like shit, Sonya. What did you do to yourself this time?" Johnny joked as he dampened a washcloth and pressed it to the oozing wound across her brow.

"Ow. I was threatened in a gym, got in a fight in an alley, got in another fight on a yacht, jumped on a speeding vehicle, jumped off a speeding vehicle, etc. You know, the usual stuff. Ow!"

"Is that all?" he questioned sarcastically. "Geez, and I thought this was gonna be a tough assignment." He checked over the rest of her, determining the extent of her injuries, before returning his attention to the wound on her head. "If the gash was any bigger, you'd need stitches," he mummered when he pulled the cloth away. Moving slightly, he reached into the closet and pulled out a box of butterfly bandages. Sonya gaped.

"Christ, Cage. What did you do, rob a hospital?" The entire closet was stacked from wall to wall with medical supplies. He chuckled.

"My father trained me here, when I was little. We'd spar for hours everyday, out on the beach, and always one of us, if not both, would come home in need of bandages and Neosporin. So Carla always kept the closet staked up, just in case."

"Who's Carla?" Johnny paused for a minute, a dark shadow gracing his eyes before he continued tending her wounds.

"My sister." He said nothing more, and Sonya could detect remorse in his tone.

"I'm sorry." The actor gave her an odd look then shook his head.

"Don't be. She was a wonderful lady, almost as perfect as my mother." He roughly ripped a bandage to apply to the cement burn on her shoulder. "Then they died. Everyone just fucking died." Sonya remained silent. She understood his feelings, though at a lesser extent. He finished wrapping the wound and tied it firmly.

"How's that bump from today's, uh, accident?" Sonya shrugged.

"Better than the rest of me." He smiled, and patted her good shoulder.

"Glad to hear that." She sighed and spoke again, softly.

"Thank you." They sat in an odd silence for a moment, both trying to look calm and relaxed, but failing miserably.

"Um, you're welcome to stay here for tonight, or as long as you need. There's a room down this hall and on the left that you can use. I really should be getting back, in case Nise calls. She'll be worried if I'm not home. Or she'll assume things." He turned on his heel and walked out into the kitchen for his keys. "There should be some non-perishable items in the cabinets. I'll try and bring some stuff by tomorrow af- oh."

"What?" she asked, casually leaning against the wall.

"You, uh, want to call out sick tomorrow?"

"Oh, work. Uh, yeah, that'd be best." Johnny nodded.

"All right. Call if you need anything." With that, he walked out.

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"Where have you been?" Johnny jumped at the voice from the dark living room. He walked into the room and reached for a light. Sitting in her pajamas with her legs curled under her and a stuffed dog in her lap, Nise stared at him with curious and angry eyes.

"My God, Nise, how long have you been up? It's three in the morning!" She flicked her thick black braid behind her in an act of annoyance.

"You didn't answer me." Johnny was baffled. He didn't expect her to be home, and now he didn't know what to say. "Johnny."

"I had trouble sleeping, so I went out for a drive," he lied lamely. Nise's eyebrow arched into an unamused curve.

"A two hour drive?" Johnny's eyes flew to the clock on the wall, and he realized she was right. He had been gone for two hours. He wondered how that came to be. Nise suddenly stood and brushed past him. "Well, I hope she enjoyed it as much as you did."

"Probably not as much as your weekly rendevous." Nise hissed as she turned on him from the stairs, the anger in her eyes matching the annoyance in his own.

"How dare you imply such a thing! I would nev-"

"Really? So where do you always disappear off to after dark, without your cell phone on, and never coming home till three in the morning?" Surprisingly, a soft smile curved her lips.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she whispered gently.

"Yes, I would." Her lithe body sank to the carpeted steps, her elbows fell on her knees and her chin rested in her hands as she looked carefully at the actor.

"It's a surprise I've been planning for you, Johnny. A wonderful surprise to show how much you mean to me. So naturally, I can't tell you what it is, now can I?" Johnny swallowed as he listened to her. "But there's something I need you to do for me, lover."

"What?"

"Get rid of this Sonya bitch." Johnny's head fell back as he rolled his eyes and through his hands in the air.

"It's not that simple, Nise."

"Of course it is!" she snapped. "The only reason she came crawling back here is to get you, right?"

"No!"

"She's always around you, and you don't seem to mind it, Johnny. You never have a complaint in the world!" Nise stopped as he voice cracked for a moment. "And I'm scared your going to be more concerned with her, when I need you." Johnny watched her carefully, unsure of how to respond. He always hated it when women cried. but something was different. His heart felt empty, his feelings of love he may have once had now completely abolished. And Nise saw it in his eyes. She rose to her feet and turned, swiftly running up the stairs to get away from him.

"Nise." he called after her.

"Fuck you!" He sat patiently at the base of the stairs, trying to figure out what went wrong, and when. Nise's feet padded softly down, and she cruised past him without stopping. A small bag was at her side and her keys dangled from her free hand.

"I'm sorry," Johnny said as she opened the door. She paused, waiting for him to say something more. But he remained silent. The door slammed after her.

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"Yes?" a gruff voice answered.

"Cage is alone now. Why don't you go over and keep him company?"

"Kyoufu, Blade has the girl." Silence. "She got the jump on us at the yacht-"

"You imbicile." A pause. "Very well, we'll use this to our advantage. You'll trace Blade down and bring her and the child to me. As for Cage, I want him gone."

"Yes, boss."

"Oh, and while you're at his place, why don't you leave a few trails leading back to Balford?"

"Sorry?"

"I think his loyalty is leaving much to be desired. He's no longer fit to be apart of our plans."

The smile was evident in his voice. "Of course."

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Sweat rolled from his forehead down his back and into the waistband of his sweats as he continued to kick at the punching bag. In the background, Limp Bizkit's "MI:2" theme song blared on the stereo. When Cage finished his set of Combination kicks, he moved over to the mat on the floor and began various pushups, the whole time keeping himself in motion. He collapsed after 300. For a moment, he just lay there in the floor, breathing heavily. 'Well, this is not one of my better days.' He felt bad about Nise, but then again, he was glad she left. 'Maybe things will work out now.' He rose to his knees and stretched, reached for the remote to silence the stereo, and he set himself down in the Lotus position to clear his mind for a while.

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"He's in the basement, working out. Larson, take the back windows. Hatchet, you and your men take the right, Vorcan, your guys will take the left. I'll take the front. Let's go."

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After twenty minutes of attempted meditation, Johnny gave up. He had too much on his mind. His fingers ran through his hair as he sighed, and he looked up into the mirrors lining the wall to see his haggard appearance. and a little red dot glowing on the glass. It moved across the mirrors then disappeared behind Johnny's head.

"Shit!" he rolled across the mat as the mirror cracked and the window shattered. Suddenly, the once quiet room became alive with energy as eight masked assailants jumped through the small windows and into the training room. Bullets rained down on Johnny as he tumbled to his feet and jumped through the doorway into the indoor pool room. He turned off the lights, leaving the room colored in moonlight and laid low in the shadows. His heart pounded as he heard footsteps come closer. Then a red light moved around the room as a figure walked in. Two more red dots followed. Johnny searched the floor around him for something to fight back with.

"Yeah, a lot of good pool supplies will do against snipers," Johnny hissed to himself. His hands wrapped around a hard round object. A life saver. Joy. Next to it was a plastic rope used to make lap lanes in the pool. Nearby, he felt a rubber mask. Nise's scuba outfit. His hands moved across the floor till he found the locker, and he quietly opened it up.

Now, the three that came into the room were near the diving board, maybe twenty feet away. His hand skimmed his surfboard before reaching over to her wet suit. The first thing he found was the oxygen mask. Next to it was the oxygen tank. Hmmm. He wrapped the rope around his hand then made a knot that he tied to the preserver. Johnny placed it on the floor as he pulled down his surfboard and placed the oxygen tank on top of it. Using the remaining length of the rope, Johnny tied the tank firmly down on the surfboard. Then he turned the small handle that opened the canister, and the oxygen began to flow to the mask. Shit. They were almost on him. As he moved to the side, his foot grazed some piece of metal, and it scraped across the floor a bit. He froze. A bullet grazed the wall three feet from his head. Damn! Reaching down to the floor, he picked up a screwdriver. Perfect. He followed the red dot on the wall back to the source, and aiming carefully, he threw the screwdriver at one of the men. It cracked into his laser sight, shattering the tiny light bulb. Thrown off guard, the man suddenly fired, hitting another who just entered the room. He didn't have time to cry out as he fell to the floor dead.

"Shit!" someone yelled, and Johnny leapt into action. He jumped at the closet one and brought the preserver down over the attacker's head, trapping his arms at his sides. Johnny kicked the gun away and dove to the floor as the others fired. His hand grasped the tube connecting the mask and tank and yanked. The gas hissed loudly as it burst from the canister. Picking up the surfboard, he tossed it into the pool. It splashed as the tank landed first in the water, and the oxygen being released caused it to move quickly across the surface. When the plastic rope became taught, it pulled the man trapped in the preserver into the pool. Two other men came running into the room, and they all fired at the body struggling in the water. Johnny ran out and charged the men who just came in. He shadow kicked them down. One screamed as his ribs broke, and the other sank down with a groan. Johnny grabbed his neck and punched him, breaking his nose.

"Agh!" Johnny fell to the cold tiled floor, holding his arm. A bullet pierced the skin, making it bleed heavily. I've gotta get rid of those guns! He crawled underneath a lawn chair and waited as he quickly looked for something to wrap around his wound.

"No! Goddamn it!" Johnny smiled when they pulled the body from the water, and found it to be one of their own. Now that the snipers were distracted, Johnny crawled slowly to the nearby bathroom. Once inside, he shut and locked the door behind him, and made his way to the medicine cabinet. Tending his wound took no more than a few moments, and he thought of his opposition. Ok. Eight men altogether. Two dead, two injured. Two where walking around the Olympic sized pool. so where were the other two hiding? He put back the adhesive when he accidentally knocked over a bottle. He looked carefully at it, and began to chuckle. It was a bottle of red dye shampoo. Johnny used it once as a gag on Nise, pretending he cut his head in the pool and was bleeding to death. Then an idea went off.

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Upstairs, the last two attackers finished the wiring, and pressed the start button. They ran from the room, one going back to the training room in search of their target, while the other fled. The number ten blinked twice, and slowly the numbers began ticking down to zero.