The lobby door rotated as two feet made their way through the entryway of the hotel. The man, wearing dark sunglasses, jeans and a long black jacket breezed across the nearly empty lobby area. It had taken some time to gather the recon on these two. They were good at hiding, but really, they weren't. Regardless, what few days of peace and escape they’d earned, were now over. Gojinn stepped into the elevator of the hotel building, smirking. Carrying a duffel bag of gear over his shoulder, he slowly turned around, pressing the “door close” button and selecting the top floor. As the doors slid shut, he crossed his arms, grabbing his own wrist across his waist, acting casual. As soon as they shut and he was clear of the public eye, he telekinetically crushed the security camera. His jacket and the bag were on the floor in a blink and he reached in. He smiled sadistically, pulling a mask from within, a single black standard police issue Beretta, a badge, two extra magazines and finally, a compact version of his katana – the blade roughly a foot long and the handle slightly shorter, but still enough for two hands. He swung the sheath around his shoulder and put the Beretta into the holster on his ribs. He slid the badge onto his belt, the clips into his pocket and then slid the mask into the jacket as he threw it back on, covering the sword on his back thanks to the loose sheath hanging low on his back.
Knowing the elevator would not have stopped to go further up, he stood, fully ready to move in now, quickly tucking the bag onto the top of the elevator through the lighting fixture. Pressing the floor he needed now, he waited only seconds more before the doors slid back open, revealing a nearly empty hallway. This was perfect for him, because all that was nearby was a maid’s cart. He quickly approached it, drawing the pistol and speaking softly.
“Ma’am.. police. Listen, you’re not in trouble but I do need your help. Have you seen a woman and a man, possibly wearing a mask and carrying around-“ The maid cut him off, pointing at a door down the hall and backing away. Gojinn narrowed his eyes and nodded pointing at the elevator behind him. She quickly scrambled and dove inside the elevator. Gojinn spun around, holding the gun down at the ground. He loudly whispered at her, using a stern tone to convey his seriousness.
“Get to a different floor and tell NO ONE! Someone has been tipping them off; I can't afford to let them get away! I need your keycard.” The woman nodded and pressed a random button, backing to the corner of the elevator as the doors slid shut. Gojinn grinned wildly now. He holstered the weapon and made his way up the hallway. Gathering his composure and calming himself, he simply stood and waited. The room adjacent to Deadblood's seemed quiet, calm. He smirked. He assumed it must've been vacant.
He swiped the keycard and entered quickly, holding the handle tight behind him as it shut, to silence any noise. Unfortunately, the ridiculous steel door locks on hotel room doors explode shut these days, so as it slammed closed, Gojinn quickly flipped the lights on and re-drew the pistol, quickly moving with as little sound as possible to sweep and clear the small room. Once he’d reached the balcony doors and was sure it was clear too, he sighed, holstering the Beretta again. He took a deep breath and listened through the wall, tuning his senses and sensing where they were in the room at that moment. Judging by her breathing – Sheri was indeed present and asleep. As Gojinn slowly paced across the room, he continued to stare at the wall, a look of anger and fury coming over him. His teeth clinched, his lips quivered… Deadblood was sitting upright in the other bed. His body moved forward and back as he breathed heavier, feeling a rage he hadn't felt in so very long. He looked back to Sheri, his fists closing so tightly he could feel the blood leave them almost entirely. He wanted to kill her first, slowly. He wanted Deadblood to watch, to see the life leave her eyes so he could have fun getting his revenge. At first this way just business, but since the apartment complex, since she shot him…
“I’m gonna destroy them.” The noise level was almost nonexistent on the other side of the wall. Deadblood snored occasionally, his arms folded over his chest as he leaned against the headboard, having passed out after their meal earlier. Sheri, too, was sleeping in the opposite bed, sprawled across it in her sleep. The television had been turned down after their meal, allowing them their shut eye, accidental or otherwise. They’d managed to make their ultimate escape thus far. They were on television, they were always in the spotlight and ultimately always on the run, but any series of days that were uneventful were welcomed with open arms.
The rage boiled over. Gojinn snapped. He had been kneeling over a beaten Deadblood. He was beating him to a bloody pulp. Every slapping wet punch to his face, he could feel his skull crushing to a fine pulp behind it, the blood spraying in every direction. His eyes were purple, swollen shut. The mask was soaked and bleeding everywhere. Gojinn was finished with Deadblood. He didn't care where the hell Sheri had gone. If she had gotten away, hell, all the better. He thought she was kind of cute anyway – she didn't necessarily
need to die. But then, before he could annihilate Deadblood inside of his own mask, that... that bitch... she put that gun to the back of his head. The pain... The agony... He hadn't even been sure how much time had passed or where he was at first. He just came back somehow... There were cops and people everywhere and he was in no position to fight at that second. He just bolted. Now, a few inches of wood and drywall separated them. How was he breathing? How was he alive?! That bastard was on his deathbed!
Deadblood's eyes opened. Sheri was still breathing softly lying a few feet from him on the other bed, sprawled in every direction. There was this feeling in his gut. His eyes looked towards his championships belts and the briefcase behind it. Something was off.
He could see through the wall, he could see Deadblood eye the prizes on the floor. That interview he’d done, that briefcase was important. But more important was the energy pulsing off the belts again.
Deadblood saw them almost glowing brightly again.
“Sheri...” Deadblood gently spoke. Sheri didn't rouse at all, as Deadblood slowly leaned forward. His eyes looked the belts over questioningly. Why would they glow... now? They hadn't been in a while, especially around Sheri.
The wall came crashing down, the mounted TV smashing down atop Deadblood. As drywall and paint and wood rained through the hotel room, a masked man stood at the center of it, covered in dust, staring down and breathing heavily in a fury over Deadblood. DB was in a haze. His eyes adjusted and the dust cleared some, enough to stop coughing and seriously look up at this new foe.
Deadblood internally sighs, knowing that beneath that mask had to be...
“It’s me, NICE TRY!” He head spun and his hand waved, the mattress flipping Sheri into the wall, her body flopping to the hotel room floor. The mattress pinned her to the wall as Gojinn turned back to his other victim, still anonymous behind the mask. His hand reached down, grasping his throat viciously tight as he lifted him effortlessly into the air with one motion. He simply pressed the man single handedly through the air into the wall across the room. DB smashed a dent into the dry wall and dropped to his feet, using the small gap to rush his attacker with all his might and speed. It was to no avail, as he found himself uppercutted and stumbling across the dressers and dropping onto the carpet in front of the balcony doors. Gojinn turned, standing over his fallen prey, watching as he pressed onto his forearms and started to get himself up. Gojinn moved finally, taking a few steps along and smashed him to the carpet with his foot. The mattress flies from the corner, a slightly stronger Sheri trying to attack him again. Gojinn reached forward grabbing her by the front of her shirt and throwing her across the room into the wall and bouncing down onto the bed. A high pitched scream came from her as she hit the wall. She clutched her back and groaned in pain as Gojinn turned his attention to Deadblood again. He picks him up single handedly again, this time reaching in for his pistol and drawing it. He smashed DB’s head off the dresser and laughed, forcing him onto his hands and knees. His open hand reached for the briefcase and he pulled it to his palm telekinetically, wrapping his fist tightly on the grip.
“I’m done playing games. Goodbye!”
BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!
The hotel room exploded from behind!!! Gojinn felt the heavy steel smash his spine, then the explosion of thick, soundproof glass all around him from the other side...
And then just air...
His eyes opened as he splashed down in the hotel pool... the door wrapped against him and carrying him straight to the bottom like an anchor, glass impaling him as it pressed back into his skin...
