Myers Must Die [Kinzoku or Invite][Mission]

Misison Taken – Halloween Massacre:

Mitsukai looked up from the stack of paperwork she was just straightening up when her door was barged in by a rather frantic looking Jounin: and here she thought she was going to be done for the evening an get to go enjoy a nice relaxing cup of tea. The man was sweating and panting heavily: on top of that he looked like he had been on the losing end of a fight. If the first two markings of the man’s appearance hadn’t been enough, the third caused Mitsukai to frown – this didn’t look good. “Calm down, catch your breath, and tell me what’s wrong.”, Mitsukai spoke in a commanding but calm tone – no point in riling the man up worse than he already was of course.

Mitsukai calmly put the stack of papers into the bin marked with a sign that said “Out Box” and then stood up. She adjusted her Kage robes around herself and walked around her desk to stand near the Jounin who was quickly catching his breath. She placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. “Whatever is wrong we can fix, just tell me what happened.”

The Jounin straightened himself up, calm enough to respond. “Kazekage, there is a man, and yet he’s not like a man at all, he’s been tearing up the residential district. Killing everyone. There’s blood everywhere, and no one can seem to stop him. Several Jounin have already died at this mans hand, we don’t know how to stop him. We’ve heard whispers that he’s named Michael Myers. If that’s really him… then, well, he’s cut this bloody path before.”

Yes, yes he had. Mitsukai herself had had a run in a time or two with that man, and it was true… he never did seem to die. Of course, that would have to be changed. She certainly wasn’t going to tolerate this masked and crazed killer cutting a bloody path through her village like that, especially now that she wore the hat and had all of these people depending on her. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Get back there and tell everyone to stand down. Evacuate everyone that you can so there’s no one in harms way. The man will be dealt with.” The Jounin bowed to her and then took off as fast as he could, off to do exactly what she had instructed.

“Kinzoku? I'm going to need your help with this...”, Mitsukai called out, wondering where her bodyguard had got to – she was definitely going to want some backup for this guy, and Kinzoku would be of great help.

Word Count: 439 / 900+

The smell of blood was in the air. It wasn't because of his gourd, which had taken many lives and practically reeked of the substance if you got too close to it; no... the smell was in the air, the smell of fresh blood being spilled. That, and the screams, the sounds of struggle and panic. Something was going on. A killer was loose in the streets, and it wasn't Kinzoku. No, whoever this was, he was far more menacing. This was the work of a monster, a hideous beast with no remorse that had to be put down. From what Kinzoku could see, some of the lesser Shinobi were attempting to deal with this person, whoever he was, but they were having no luck whatsoever. Soon Kinzoku figured he would have to step in and deal with this menace himself. Kinzoku wasn't one to be too concerned with the lives and affairs of others, but whoever this killer was, he was currently cutting a path through many innocents; men, woman, and possibly children. None of which had been trained to fight or had any knowledge to execute or perform any ninja techniques. it was becoming harder as time passed to remain standing where he was, currently upon the rooftop of a building very close to the Administration Complex, as to not stray too far away from the Kazekage. He was her body guard after all; he couldn't just go running off to save the day whenever he chose to.

Then the Kazekage's voice came though on his wireless communicator, asking him for help. Kinzoku's first thought was that maybe she needed help moving around some furniture or some boxes. The temptation to deal with this monster down in the streets had become too great at this point; stopping this killer took priority over whatever menial task the Kazekage had for him in her office. Kinzoku jumped from his position and began to traverse the rooftops, heading for the source of the chaos.

"Kazekage... Apologies, but whatever it is you need me for will have to wait for now," he said, adjusting his ANBU armor that he'd previously put on beneath his red top. "Something is happening in the street. A killer is loose, people are being slaughtered. It doesn't look as if anyone can stop this person. Reprimand me later if you must, but if someone doesn't do something right now, alot more people are going to end up dead..."

Sensory began to paint him a mental picture. The sandy streets were painted red with blood. Dead bodies littered them like old garbage. A trail of carnage lead through the houses, where homes and been invaded and people had been stabbed to death while they were eating, sleeping, bathing. It looked as if all of them had been killed while they least expected it. Kinzoku planned on finding whoever was responsible for this and slowly squeezing the life from their body, one broken bone at a time. He would make this person suffer a long, slow, painful death, and relish in the sounds of their screams and pointless attempts at getting away. Kinzoku had no qualms about killing someone, but this, the wholesale slaughter of those who couldn't even defend themselves... this was just plain murder. Kinzoku planned to put a stop to it.

557/900+

Mitsukai couldn’t help but chuckle darkly as she moved towards her office window and heard Kinzoku’s reply through her headset. “Actually, that’s what I needed your help with.”, she responded as she stepped up onto the window’s ledge and jumped straight out of the window. She launched herself into the air and started jumping from roof top to roof top after landing – following after the strong smell of blood that was being carried on the breeze and praying silently that she got there before anymore innocent lives were taken.

“I’ve fought this guy before; twice in fact. Both times I thought I killed him. I cut this bastard into pieces, carved him up like a turkey dinner. Nothing seems to stop him. He’s not… natural, not human. His name’s Michael Myers, he’s been slaughtering people since he was a young boy. It started with the death of his sister and he just never put his knife down again. He’s lethal with his bare hands too; I’ve seen him crush a man’s skull like wadding up a piece of paper before and all the man did was get in his way when he was walking.”, she spoke as she moved, wanting Kinzoku to have as much information as she could give about this guy before the fighting started. She had no idea how Michael Myers would stand up against Kinzoku’s metal sand, and hoped it still provide the defense against him that she had seen just the previous day with those three who had chosen to attempt to attack him.

Mitsukai, despite being Kazekage now, had no intentions of staying out of this fight. Even if it was to attack Michael Myers should he get too close to one of the civilians that might still be around. Mitsukai had never backed out of a fight and she didn’t intend to start now; besides, she felt partially responsible that the guy was back against since the last time he had presumably died was by her hands. “We’re going to have to find a way to put this bastard down for good..”, she added as she neared, more than capable of seeing the carnage now that Michael Myers had begun to cause. It looked bad, and it smelled just as horrible. Apparently, he had been busy for a while before the village guards had realized what was going on… she didn’t blame them though, he was a silent killer… well, until his victims started screaming and running around like chickens with their heads cut off of course.

Word Count: 424 + 439 = 863 / 900+

To hear that the Kazekage was asking help for this very matter put Kinzoku at ease, and his whole mind onto the task at hand. No longer worried about what sort of punishment he'd have to face for defying the Kage right after being made her personal bodyguard as well as the Captain of ANBU, Kinzoku began to move faster. The gourd seemed to feed off of the way Kinzoku was feeling about this particular situation, glowing a bright color upon his back and wiggling about in anticipation of the forthcoming violence.

Kinzoku jumped off of a rooftop and landed down in the street crouched. He stood up straight among dead and bleeding bodies, and others running for their lives. Ahead, someone in a jumpsuit and a mask was inside of a house, chasing it's occupants through the living room. The occupants were hysterical and falling over each other as they tried to get away, while the masked killer, wielding a large kitchen knife, calmly walked toward them. As Kinzoku was a killer who stalked his prey himself, he himself began to walk in the direction of the current carnage. Folding his arms as he walked up a flight of stairs and through the open doorway, being held open by another dead body, Kinzoku walked inside.

The house's occupants, a male and 2 females, scarred and bleeding from various wounds, stumbled around the corner to the living room into the hall that lead to the front door and past Kinzoku as he walked inside. "No! You don't wanna go in there! He's--" was all the male was able to get out before Michael turned the corner, and encountered Kinzoku's right foot. He'd jumped and spun, executing the Strong Whirlwind, even with that heavy looking gourd. The attack came so fast that the occupants were unable to keep track of Kinzoku's movement. The 3 of them went silent in amazement and awe.

Strong Whirlwind:

Michael spilled backwards in the hall toward the kitchen, rolling twice. Of course that wasn't going to be enough to put him down for good. Without looking at the occupants, Kinzoku waved them out of the house with his left hand. They didn't hesitate to vacate the scene. Getting a good look at this guy, he didn't look like much, but Kinzoku wasn't so stupid that he'd judge someone on their appearance alone. Judging from what Mitsukai had told him through the communicator, there was more, much more to this guy than met the eye, especially if he had the strength to crush a man's head with his bare hands. Kinzoku wondered what a silent killer's screams sounded like when they were being crushed to death. As he stood in the hall, his arms folded, yellow eyes watching as the killer rose slowly back to his feet with his attention on Kinzoku now, Kinzoku planned to find out....

479 + 557 = 1,036/900+

Mitsukai took notice of Kinzoku entering into a specific house and knew that to be the location that Michael Myers was currently in. As she jumped off of the roof she had been perched upon she found herself hoping that the occupants inside were still alive and that they hadn’t arrived too late to stop this murderous rampage. This definitely wasn’t the sort of thing she had been expecting to deal with on only her second day as Kazekage… but it apparently came with the territory and she wasn’t going to shrink from her duties, or her people.
 
She followed in cautiously after Kinzoku, wanting to make sure he had room to work. She helped to usher the family outside and out of harms way, directing them with a point up the street where the other Jounin were located with everyone else. “Head straight there, stick together, and don’t look back.”, she instructed as they took off for safety.
 
Mitsukai knew that Kinzoku wouldn’t need her help in fighting Michael Myers – hell, he could likely crush the guy without even moving a muscle. “I doubt you need my help for the likes of him, so I’m going to check and make sure no one else is around and in need of medical attention like the girl I can hear over in the next house… I’m nearby if you need me.”
 
After a glance at the dead body in the doorway she headed back outside and over to the next door neighbors where she could hear crying coming from: likely someone who was hurt who hadn’t succumbed to death’s grasp yet. She entered into the home to find a blood bath and a female in the middle of the kitchen with several stab wounds: several of what Mitsukai assumed to be her family members laying already dead nearby. She carefully slid her arms beneath the female and then picked her up; turning and taking her out of the house after a glance towards the house Kinzoku and Michael Myers were in, an then up the street where everyone else was now located so that she could receive medical attention: moving with speeds that left her barely a blur, but slow enough not to jostle the female and cause more harm. When she was busy being taken care of by the medics Mitsukai headed back into the danger zone.
 
She was cautious and careful as she moved but quick none the less, wondering how fast the fight had progressed by this point, and itching to carve Michael Myers up once more with her scythe as she had done in the past… this guy really needed to stop coming back from the dead like that, it was turning out to be annoying as hell. But, she also knew that if he survived the likes of Kinzoku then he likely was never going to be able to be truly killed… Mitsukai hoped that wasn’t the case since the last thing they needed was a psychopath serial killer randomly showing up when ever he fancied and knifing people.
 

Word Count: 513 + 863 = 1,376 / 900+

Michael walked toward Kinzoku with the butcher knife upside down in his right hand, making a swing towards his mid-section. A wall of Iron Sand appeared to block the swing. Michael made several other attempts towards the stomach, neck and face areas, each swing being blocked by Iron Sand. Michael soon found the weapon ripped out of his hands by an unseen force. When Kinzoku made a pushing motion toward Michael with his right hand, Michael was sent flying backwards by this same unseen force at a high rapidity. He crashed through tables and chairs before slamming into a rear wall. Before Michael could fall down, Kinzoku next did a pulling motion, causing Michael to suddenly come flying toward him. Kinzoku side-stepped Michael, and as he passed, did a pushing motion, which made Michael go flying even faster.

Those standing outside could hear the crashing noises, then saw Michael come flying out of the house like a comet to go crashing into the house directly across the street, creating more loud crashing noises. Kinzoku could be seen calmly walking after him. Some people could be heard saying things like "monster versus monster" among other things. Kinzoku walked into the house, where there could be heard smashing and boom sounds. Several times did Michael's head be pushed through a window or a wall, only to be yanked back inside where there was more smashing and crashing from the beating he was taking.

Michael was finally knocked back outside through a wall, landing among debris and furniture in the streets. Kinzoku eventually came out after him in a slow and calm manner. Michael seemed to be having trouble standing up. When Kinzoku shot a hand downward toward the ground, Iron Sand snaked along the ground from the gourd to wrap itself around his form and cover him completely, all except for his mask. Kinzoku hadn't heard him scream or even moan in pain, but that didn't much matter. He held his outstretched arm toward Michael, his hand open, and began to close it, constricting the Iron Sand around him tighter and tighter with the more his fingers closed. Still, no sounds came from the killer's mouth, even with the audible sounds of bones popping and internal organs being liquefied. Onlookers seemed to be satisfied that their loved ones were being avenged, even if it were Kinzoku, someone else they weren't too particular of, doing it.

A blank expression on Kinzoku's face, he blinked once, deciding not to drag this out. He closed his hand into a fist, making the Iron Sand constrict upon him totally and turning his body into a red pulp substance. Folding his arms again, the Iron Sand retreated back into the glowing gourd...

455 + 1,036 = 1,491/900+

“There’s no possible way to come back from that…”, Mitsukai muttered, but even still she was unsure. She had cut Michael Myers into so many pieces it would have taken a while to count them all and still he had returned. Perhaps though, given he was nothing more than a red stain; this would truly be his un-doing. At least, Mitsukai and everyone else could hope for as much.
 
Mitsukai ignored the whispers that were going on about monster versus monster and the other nonsense and moved over to where Kinzoku stood, staring carefully at the red stain. “If he comes from that I don’t know what we’ll do.”, she said softly so that only Kinzoku could hear. She then turned and addressed the rest of the crowd. “Alright folks. I know there’s a lot of clean up that needs to happen and it’ll all be taken care of. For now, anyone whose home was in some way harmed, please follow Yang and he’ll lead you to some food and a place to rest for the night. Michael is gone, there’s nothing to fear anymore. Any of you who are still injured will receive medical attention as soon as we can give it to you.”
 
Yang, one of the Jounin, bowed to her and then began to usher the people whose homes were bloody or broken out of the area and to a little emergency shelter that had been set up some time ago. She knew they would be well looked after now, and therefore could turn her attention to the mountain of paperwork she would have to do as well as the clean up that she wanted started as soon as possible. “Well, suppose it’s time to get this cleaned up… and I’ve got forms I need to fill out. And thank you for your help, Kinzoku.”, she said before darting off, using the roof tops as a means of getting her back to her office as she jumped from one to another.
 
[Exit]
 
Word Count: 334 + 1,376 = 1,710
 

Ryo Due: 1,710 + 1,200 = 2,910