The lights were dancing into the warm summer night. The rhythm of the music could be felt through your feet as you got close to the club. People constantly streamed in and out of the front doors. The guests were dressed elaborately and donned masks of animals or fantastical creatures. The murmur of conversations near and far, mixed with the music, was almost deafening. Seven observed the area calmly, his dark clothes and black mask made him seem almost ethereal in the night. He slowly pushed his way through the crowd. No one noticed this uninvited guest or the weapon he concealed. As he entered the main hall, he quickly absorbed his surroundings. Most guests were on the large main floor, but he was looking for the VIP rooms that were on the second floor. He slipped through the crowds like a phantom, until he reached the stairs at the back. There were two security guards at the top of the stairs guarding the door to the second floor. Seven walked up the stairs slowly. “Hey VIP access only! Show your badge or go back down!” the one on the right shouted down at him to be heard over the noise. “You two aren't on the elimination list. I have no business with you, let me through.” Seven replied dryly.
They shot each other a look, and then looked back down at Seven. There was a tense moment as both parties anticipated each other's next move. Both security guards reached for the gun on their hip but it was too late. In a flash Seven unfolded a long blade and made two quick cuts before the guards could even react. The door behind them was splattered with blood as the guards' bodies tumbled down the stairs, the sound being drowned out before anyone heard. Seven continued on as if nothing had happened. He opened the door and quickly slipped inside. “Hello vip which room would you be staying in today.”
A cute young hostess called out to seven as he entered. “I'm looking for the Master.”
“Oh that would be room one down the hall, enjoy your stay.” She said sweetly with a pleasant smile. Seven wasted no time. He walked straight up to the door and stood outside listening in. Cigarette smoke was rolling out from the cracks in the door, the clinking of glasses and faint laughter could also be heard. Seven opened the door, it was a cozy room, had a small bar with many stools, and a large window took up most of the back wall. Seven was met with the surprised faces of a few well dressed men. There was one in particular he was focused on. He was an older refined looking gentleman, who has a surprisingly sturdy looking body for someone of his age. His fingers were adorned with rings. And he had a large fur coat slung around his shoulders. He put the drink in his hand down and beaconed Seven in. “What brings you here stranger. Care for a drink?” he said as he gestured to an array of glass bottles.
Seven unfolded his sword from his back. “I'm here to kill you.” Seven said emotionlessly.
Some laughter was shared between the men in the room.
He rushed towards the gentleman, but before he could get close.
Bam!
Something crashed into Sevens chest and blasted him out of the doors he came in from.
“I wish he would have taken a drink instead.” the older man said, and got a roar of laughter from his friends.
They went back to drinking and talking about nothing when Seven entered the room again, his clothes torn and tattered. “Oh you're still alive, haha congrats! You're a tough man. How about that drink now? I respect a man who can take a punch.” He had a large smile on his face as he once again gestured to the drinks.
“Four, I'm here to kill you.”
Seven brought his sword to his shoulder with its blade pointed towards Four. He took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly, then In an explosive movement he cleared all the distance to Four in a blink of an eye and drove his sword directly to Fours neck. Four dodged at just the right moment and quickly retaliated with a punch to Seven’s gut, causing him to rear over in pain. Before he had a chance to recover he grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his head into the floor, he then grabbed one of Sevens arms and effortlessly tossed him into the air like a plaything. He stretched his left arm towards Seven’s body in the air and squinted slightly. “Bang.” He said to himself under his breath.
Seven felt a massive impact collide with him mid air, sending his body flailing through the air. Seven twisted his body mid air and landed on all fours like a cat. Right as he was getting his footing he sensed another attack. He couldn't see it but he braced himself for impact.
Bam!
It felt like something almost tore off his shoulder, but he remained on his feet. And that's when the third impact hit him straight in the chest, sending him crashing through the back window.
The men were silent, wondering what was going to happen next. “I don't think anyone could survive that right?” One of the men chimed in. “You just had to go and say it didn't you.” Four said with a sigh.
As if on queue Seven quickly leaped back into the room. Seven’s mask and shirt were completely blown off. Revealing a shockingly young face, where his skin should have been, there was a shiny exoskeleton that had visible dents and cracks from the hits he received. “Seven? Is that you?” Four said in a wary tone. “Four I'm here to kill you.”
“Yeah, I heard you the first time.” Four said with a sigh.
The color seemed to drain from Four’s face. His carefree expression quickly faded.
“Look Seven, I know you're mad, what did Six even tell you?”
“She told me enough.”
Four took a long look at Seven’s face, and sighed to himself. He slowly started removing his jewelry, and then went to the broken window. “Let's go then, there's no way around this right? One of us dies tonight. I would rather go fight in the warehouse than damage my Club further." Seven didn't respond but just went after him.
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