On his motorcycle and now wearing his mask, Deadblood once again parked in front of Red Spyder's mansion, the SWAT van that had been following him coming to a stop behind him. As he climbed off of his motorcycle, the group of men inside of the van began getting out, each one fully armored, all holding tranquilizer guns, which fired rounds contained a very powerful anesthetic. DB didn't want anyone but himself to finish off Red. He didn't want Red moving around much when he did so either though.

He'd chosen the top men from the list of cops he'd received from his contact. Each man was or had been on an actual SWAT team and most had served in the military at some point too. They were being paid well for their services that night, although DB didn't expect most of them to live long enough to see any of their money. He knew and he was pretty sure most of them knew too how dangerous what they were about to do would be. If they succeeded though, they will have done the world a favor by finally ridding it of one of the sickest fuckers in existence.

No talking needed to be done as to how they were planning on doing this. That had been done extensively for days beforehand. Each man simply headed for the location they were assigned to start things at, DB staying behind them and out of the way for the time being. He was hoping that one advantage they'd have, besides outnumbering Red, was catching him off guard. He highly doubted that Red knew they were coming, especially since the operation was entirely off the record. The only people that knew of it fully were the men he selected and, of course, himself. In fact, the only other person that was aware of anything was the person he'd gotten the list from and they weren't the type to stick their nose in someone else's business like this.

Inside of the mansion, Red had armed himself with a fire poker, having had less than a minute to prepare himself. Now he just waited to see what was going to happen. Then suddenly, the sound of glass breaking seemed to occur in several rooms of the mansion and he knew that meant the SWAT team was coming through the windows. Two entered his living room through its windows and he went after the one nearest him, intending to use the fire poker as both a club and stabbing weapon.

He struck the man several times with the fire poker, his armor absorbing some of the shock from the blows, but not enough to completely protect its wearer. When he managed knock the gun out of the man's, he proceeded to stab him in the chest with the fire poker, having to put more force behind it than he normally would've to ensure that it penetrated the armor too. Afterwards, he tried to pull the fire poker back out, but it was stuck, so he just let the man's body fall to the floor.

As he turned to face the other man in the room, he felt a sting on his chest. Looking down, he saw a tranquilizer dart stuck in him. He grinned at this almost pathetic attempt to stop him and simply plucked dart out and dropped it the floor.

Red: "You're going to have to try harder than that."

Then, before the man could even comprehend how miserably the tranquilizer dart had failed to affect Red, he had rushed over to the man, grabbed him by the sides of his head, and twisted, snapping his neck.

Red: "Now, let's find your friends..."

Picking up the scalpel April had used on him and his servants, he cautiously exited the living room and almost collided with another one of the men. Red felt another sting of another tranquilizer dart, this one also in his chest, but it did nothing to save the man from his demise. Forcefully removing the man's faceplated helmet, Red jabbed the scalpel into one of the man's eyes. The man screamed in pain as the scalpel dug deeper, until it started entering his brain and then his body just started to spasm in Red's arms. Ripping the scalpel back out, he let go of the man's body and it hit the floor, where it continued to spasm briefly.

He then removed the tranquilizer dart that man had shot him with, but it seemed like as soon as he did, he felt the pain of three more of them hitting him in his back. This time, they did have an affect on him. He stumbled forward some and his vision began to blur slightly. He was never one to let a little disorientation to stop him though. Spinning around to look at the three men, he threw the scalpel in their direction, knowing that it wasn't likely to hurt them, unless it found one of the few small gaps in their armor. They still jumped out of the way though, causing him to let out a laugh. He didn't care about losing the scalpel though. He was going to need something bigger and stronger. He had no idea how many more of them were in his mansion either.

Both his laughing and thoughts of finding a better weapon were cut short though when he received a hard kick to the gut, touching his partially healed puncture wound there and causing a fresh wave of pain that seemed to actually clear up his disorientation momentarily. He looked around to see who delivered it so he could snap their leg off and beat them to death with it and found himself staring at a familiar face, or mask anyway. It was a man he'd had many battles with before and one of few who could defend themselves pretty well against him: Deadblood.

Red: "So you're the one behind this."

DB: "Of course. Enough talking though. It's time for me to do what needed to be done to you long ago."

At those words, he felt three more darts hit him, their added sedation causing him to fall to his knees. Looking up at DB, which proved to be somewhat of a struggle, he saw DB raise his katana over his head with both hands, obviously about to bring it back down on Red. Red couldn't let that happen.

Red: "You know...I don't usually believe in...fighting dirty like this...but in your case...I think I'll make an...exception..."

DB struggled to understand what Red was saying in his slurred voice and by the time he figured it out, it was too late. Lifting one unsteady hand, he let off a blast of electricity in DB's direction. DB didn't really know what Red did and didn't figure it out until much later, because less than a second later, the electricity hit DB and sent him flying backwards into the wall behind him. He hit the plaster with a thud and fell to the hard wood floor. Except for his slow breathing, he didn't move at all.

The release of energy seemed to clear Red's body some of the anesthetic from the tranquilizer darts, so he more than happily sent another blast at one of men who had kept shooting him with three darts at a time, sending the man crashing through a window to the outside. Red wasn't done with him though. These motherfuckers were going to all die before the night was over if Red had his way.

Scooping up DB's katana, Red advanced towards the other two men, who were slowly backing away as they struggled to load another dart into their guns. Knocking one of the men to the side for a moment with a small blast of electricity, Red went after the other man, decapitating him in one hard swipe of the katana, the blade going between the gap where the man's armor ended and his helmet began. He then turned towards the man he knocked aside, who was struggling to his feet. With a kick, Red had the man's helmet off, before he thrust downwards with the katana, driving in through the man's skull. Leaving the man where he fell the katana still stuck in his head, Red headed over the window he'd sent the third man through before.

Looking down at the ground through broken window, Red could see the man writhing in pain in the grass among pieces of the window.

Red: "Huh. Looks like lightning."

Suddenly, Red sent a huge blast of electricity at the man through both hands, letting it flow out at the man in one continuous stream and not stopping until thick smoke was rising from his body, the grass around him burnt away.

Turning back around, Red reached behind himself to his back and started pulling the darts out. He stopped though and his mouth fell open slightly when he saw that both DB and his katana were gone and his front door was standing wide open. Running over to the doorway, Red peered outside, but saw no sign of DB.

Red: "FUCK!"

Slamming the door shut, he decided to look around the rest of his mansion and make sure no other members of the SWAT team were hanging around. He went through several rooms of the first floor, finding nothing out of the ordinary other than a few more dead servants and broken windows.

When he reached the kitchen though, he discovered another one of the men, this one with his back to Red. Silently, he walked over to the sink and lifted a frying pan out of it. He then moved right behind the man with the frying raised up. Tapping the man on one shoulder to get his attention, he turned around, only to have the flying pan smashed into the faceplate of his helmet, shattering it. Stunned, the man fell into a sitting position on the floor and quickly, Red lifted what was left of the man's helmet off and hit him again with the frying pan, knocking him the rest of the way down. Red then proceeded to hit the man several more times, his head bouncing between the metal pan and the tile floor, busting him open in no time. Red didn't stop there though. He kept going until he'd caused the flesh on the man's head to split wide open, actually revealing his skull.

When he finally stopped, there was blood all over the floor around the man's head, as well as the frying pan and Red's hands. Dropping the frying pan to the floor with a clang, he went to search the rest of the mansion. He was now certain that no other men were there though, as he was sure that they would've come to see what all the noise was about in the kitchen. The rest of the first floor proving to be as he'd expected, he moved upstairs to the second floor. There were less rooms up there, so it wouldn't take quite as long to search. He saved his bedroom for last and when he entered it, he found April laying on his bed, still knocked out, with his four remaining servants standing around, looking frightened.

Red: "How is she?"

The servants all seemed somewhat surprised that that had been the first thing their boss said.

Servant: "Okay, I think. I gave her a shot to help keep her out for a while longer. Is the SWAT team gone?"

Red: "I took care of them. Well, one got away, but I doubt he'll be back."

Or at least he won't be back tonight...

Servant: "Should we worry about other cops showing up since...you know..."

Red thought about it for a moment. The whole situation seemed funny to him, mainly since Deadblood had been there, and so he was pretty sure it wasn't even an official police operation.

Red: "No, I think we'll be okay actually."

Now he just had to worry about cleaning everything up.

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Deadblood had run away while Red was distracted with killing some of the cops. Almost everything had gone wrong. Getting back onto his motorcycle, he fled before Red could figure out he went outside, leaving behind the SWAT van and the cops who'd arrived in it. He didn't give a shit about what happened to them. His entire body ached from being thrown into the wall and had no idea how Red had been able to do such a thing. The amount of tranquilizer darts that had hit Red should've knocked him out for hours, but they didn't even knock him out for a moment.

DB felt defeated, but he wasn't giving up, not this time. He would see to the end of Red Spyder's existence. He'd fought against people like Red all his life and he wasn't about to be stopped now. It was just a matter of finding out what his true weakness was and exploiting it. He didn't know how he'd figure that out though. It'd require a lot of time and research on his part. In the meantime, that bastard Red would continue to slay the innocent and DB would be pretty much helpless to stop him from doing so.