fallen angel

Chapter 4

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"Yes?"

"Dartz, I need to speak with you."

"What a coincidence, I don't need to speak with you," Dartz spoke hotly.

Rolling my eyes in annoyance I cast aside his comment and continue, "You know what happened to the Slithers. I was curious about how Ra was reacting."

"Quite indifferent. What, is the King of Games feeling less than adequate?" I can feel the sarcasm through the phone.

I walk towards my desk and take out one of my toys. Just holding it helps me stay calm. "Not quite. However, whatever the situation may be, are you not concerned that the Slithers were taken out so quickly? Do you feel as though your ivory tower is that much stronger than theirs?"

"Of course, not too many organizations are left in Tokyo, otherwise the Slithers would not have been third in line. By the way Yuugi, have the Tormentors truly fallen so low as to be considered similar to that of the Slithers?"
'THUMP'

I throw the dagger into the opposite wall, seething within. "We've won more than one battle against your men. If we were so similar in strength to them as you would like to believe then what does that say about you?"

Without so much as a pause, "Superior to you even when you have luck on your side. Yuugi, I truly must be going. You see, some of us have an empire to run." He hangs up the phone causing me to slam the phone on the desk. What a frustration. Dartz is such an arrogant bastard, but I can't lie. Ra is the most powerful gang in Tokyo and, if anyone can, they definitely have the power to demolish the police if they so chose to.

Leaving the knife in the wall, I walk out of my office. A boy in his late teens walks by, "You, find Katsuya and tell him to meet me upstairs in two hours."
The boy goes ramrod straight at being spoken to by me and does a quick bow. "Yes Sir, right away Sir." He backs away for a moment and then walks briskly out of the room. 'Sweet kid', I slouch as my temper falls to a simmer. Yes, going upstairs may just be what I need.

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Opening the door to the top floor I instantly come across the smell of dried blood and the sound of moaning men and women. Grabbing a few of my toys from a nearby chest I study today's inmates.

Not feeling too malicious today I decide to spare the woman whose family had decided they would rather not see her than pay a few bucks for our kindness. I come to the cage were our newest inmate is hanging off the ceiling by his wrists. "Perfect". Malik had found this one trying to keep some of his merchandise for himself. Sadly for him, he had not been smart enough to accumulate his dues and now he was here for my enjoyment. "hhmmm" I watch as he startles into attention as the hinges of the door squeak in protest. Looking in my directions I watch as his eyes go wide and his chest stops moving. I grin at the effect my mere presence means to him, then I begin to walk around the cell just so that I may get his heart that much more agitated.

Finally, I stop behind him and take out the gag that had kept him from making a fuss for the rest of the inmates.

"Please Sir, please. I'm so sorry Sir, I..."

"Shhhh," I gently slide a dagger along his spine, instantly silencing his begging. "Now Keith. We need to be quiet. I don't want to hear any words from you today and promise you I may just," I press the knife into his spine until a single drop of blood spread across it, "accidentally lose focus and do something drastic. Do you understand?" He shakes his head yes as I watch a shudder go across his body.

Settling into this bit of fun I loosen my shoulder muscles and begin to study his skin covered muscles. Wondering exactly what pattern I may be able to give him in two hours.

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By the time that I hear the nock of the cell door, I am putting the finishing touches into my mosaic. Such a pretty picture really. I had carved along his front's muscles and had then worked on creating texture within the skin. The divots gave an abstract interpretation of chains and would stay for whoever may wish to look upon them for inspiration. Keith had stopped screaming sometime earlier, passing out from the pain. I ignored him, so engrossed in my masterpiece I had barely been paying attention to his screams of agony.

Pulling out a cloth from my waistband I begin to clean off one of my smaller knives and turn towards Katsuya who was patiently waiting while wearing a slightly unnerved but amused smile. "Good afternoon Katsuya, I hope that everything's well and good."

"Yes sir, nothing abnormal and the day is going smoothly."

"Good, good. I wished to know if Ra has shown any signs of reaction towards the Slithers. They are definitely talking like they're untouchable, although what else is new."

"I've been hearing that they doubled their base patrol and only have the bare bones of their operations working outside." He grins sarcastically, "looks like something's got them skittish."

I bark out a laugh, "I doubt you would keep your tongue if they were to hear you speak thusly." I pat him on the shoulder as I walk out of the cage, closing the door behind me. "Thanks, looks like things are serious if Ra is nervous."

"Yes, we should stay on our toes," Katsuya grumbles in annoyance and worry.

"Agreed, we should watch our backs. We're all we have to protect ourselves....Inform me if anything reaches the gossip."

He nods and walks back down the stairs. After watching him disappear I walk towards a nearby sink and slowly clean off my paint from my tools.

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Hi all
Hope you liked this latest chapter. It was just something that I thought would be an interesting addition to the story. Other things to come.
Have some plans for this story but am also curious about anyone else's ideas for its future.