Well here is my entry...
Untamed Revenge
Coca Farm, Niagara
The man dressed in a white tank top and jeans, a bandana pulled over his mouth and nose, pushed through the doors into the greenhouse, smoke wafting up from the burning coca plants, the UV lights flickering, causing the pungent mist to tint blue and then grey. Pushing through the fog, coughing and choking, the man unsheathed a machete that had been strapped to his leg before slipping on something on the floor. Cursing in his native tongue, the man raised a hand up to his face only to see blood drip from his fingers, the smell of viscera joining the smell of the burning coca. Looking down at his feet, he saw one of the coca pickers lying dead next to him, their guts ripped out of their chest cavity.
“Mardre dios!” The man swore as he looked down the aisle, which he had run down, littered with the eviscerated bodies of the workers. Springing to his feet, the man pivoted, peering through the fog to see who or what had killed the others. After making three pivots, he turned around and swore as he saw a humanoid figure standing in the smoke.
“I’m not afraid of you!” The man yelled as the figure in the fog cocked their head slightly before a burning pain erupted in his chest. Looking down, he saw that his own intestines were spilling out of his chest. In the two seconds he had taken his eyes off the figure, it had crossed the thirty metres to his location, causing him to panic when he looked up, falling backwards.
“You may not be, but your employer will be.” The figure stated as they bent down, flicked out a spur-like dagger, and slashed through the end of the intestine. “You will pay for those you killed, Mr. Fisk, and I... I am the knife that." The video footage paused, and the massive man placed the 80-pound medicine ball he was deadlifting down in the gym adjacent to his office.
“I deal with threats like this eight times a day; why should I take this one seriously, Mr. Brice?” The massive man stated as he walked to where the shorter man dressed in black cowboy leathers, complete with a stetson, stood.
“This one took out two farms down in Nicaragua; we found USB keys inserted in the intestinal cavity of the overseer.” Brice announced in a western drawl. “No one walked out alive save for our killer.”
“Let them come to New York; so few assassins get close to me, and those that do.” The massive man grunted as he picked up the medicine ball and threw it one-handedly at the screen, the glass shattering and the wall behind it caving slightly. “They will find that I am not a soft target.”
**
Parking Structure, Trenton, New Jersey
The four figures emerged from the darkness of the underground car park to where the woman dressed in a skin-tight red unitard, a red hooded cloak covering her face, and a long bone-handled scythe stood.
“You would be the arms dealer the Kingpin directed us to.” A bald man dressed in a lab coat gulped as he eyed the woman before turning to the figure standing next to him, a humanoid rat wearing a flat cap and a coat holding a teal box wrapped up with a purple bow. "Sir, the Hooded Haunt is here.”
“I can feel her power.” A deep voice boomed as the box twitched slightly, and a pair of glowing green eyes appeared on the lid of the box. “What have you got for sale?”
The woman in red smiled before slashing her scythe through the air, opening up a portal, and dragging two olive green crates with the words ‘Hagees and Rennselaer’ on the lid. “My late husband’s weapons: explosives and kinetic pulse staffs.” The Hooded Haunt hissed as she tapped one of the crates open with her scythe to reveal grey spherical explosives. “What have you brought me, ‘Satan in a Box’?”
“Homewrecker, show her the skull.” Satan in a Box ordered as a scantily clad woman removed a skull strung on a chain, a crystalline dagger stabbed into its cranium, from her waist. “The dagger of the fallen Bodhisattva.” It announced as Homewrecker handed the skull to the Hooded Haunt.
“Take the weapons and leave.” The Hooded Haunt hissed as her body folded in on itself into a red flash of light.
“Resentment, grab the cases; the Kingpin wants these weapons as soon as possible.” Satan in a Box as the hulkish figure lumbered forward and grabbed the two crates. As he did, the lights in the parking lot shut off, plunging the quintet into darkness.
“Has the Haunt crossed us?” Homewrecker asked as she removed a feather duster from her belt, a steel spike hidden behind the plumes.
“As soon as I get my night vision goggles on, I can restart the...” The scientist gulped before his scream echoed around the parking structure. Seconds later, the lights flicked on, and the four villains looked up to see the scientist hanging from the ceiling upside down, his head on the asphalt below.
“Dr Chia!” The humanoid rat gasped as he put Satan in a Box down and removed a pistol from his waistband.
“Resentment, cut him down; as long as we don’t lose his head, I can use my magic to bring him back to life.” Satan in the Box ordered as the hulking figure slammed the two crates down and stomped over to Dr. Chia’s body.
“Resentment at being muscle to inferior building.” Resentment grunted as he placed a hand around Dr. Chia’s head and threw it towards Homewrecker, the scantily clad woman flinching as it hit her in the chest. “Resentment at being asked to carry things surfacing.” He grunted as his skin began to tint a grey-green just as the lights went out, the glow emanating from him illuminating a figure dash past his silhouette.
“What was that?!” The rat-like figure asked as he tried to track the figure with his gun.
“Sharp ninja cuts Resentment!” Resentment yelled as the figure darted past again, slashing past, causing him to drop to one knee. “RESENTMENT BUILDS!!” He roared as he began to glow a brighter green, only to see the figure lunging towards his face.
“There it is!” The humanoid rat squeaked as he opened fire, the figure darting past Resentment, a blade cutting along the edge of his neck.
“Rat Bastard, no!” Satan in a Box yelled a little too late as a hail of bullets ripped through Resentment, the force causing his body to convulse and drop to the ground, his head rolling to where the box-themed wizard had been placed.
“He’s dead!” Rat Bastard gasped as Homewrecker screamed as her feather duster was ripped from her hand and stabbed into her skull, causing her to collapse to the ground.
“Rat Bastard, pick me up; we need to leave.” Satan in a Box ordered as the rat-themed humanoid reloaded his weapon and began to back away from the weapons, his dead teammates, and the box. “Rat Bastard, you coward!” The Box yelled his words, drowned out by the roar of gunfire that lasted two seconds, before the weapons fire fell silent. “Did you get him?”
The answer came a second later, as the body of Rat Bastard collapsed out of the darkness, followed by a pair of feet wearing golden thigh-high boots that came to a stop by Satan in a Box. “You killed them all!” The Box spat as the figure bent down and picked up Resentment’s head, dangling it over the lid of the box.
“Not all of them; I need you to make a delivery.” The figure stated as it removed a knife from its belt and placed the blade against the box.
**
Fisk Tower, Manhattan
Jackson Brice, AKA Montana, watched as the bleeding box was carried into the Kingpin’s office by the leader of the retrieval team, who had recovered the arms shipment and bodies of the Sadistic Siz, although their heads appeared to be missing.
“You were given a simple task: meet an arms dealer and return with the weapons. In return, I would pay you for doing your jobs.” The Kingpin, dressed in his white suit and black trousers, stated as he sat behind his desk, his fingers locked together.
“It wasn’t as simple as that; there was someone waiting for us.” Satan in a Box replied, blood spurting from the edge of the box. “We recovered the weapons, though; that should count for something, right?”
“I recovered the weapons; now tell him what you told me.” The man dressed in brown ballistic armour growled as he looked down at the box, his eyes covered with a pair of red sunglasses.
“The attacker wanted you to know they are here and that your organisations in this island city will be destroyed like your farms. When you’ve lost everything, the river will become a noose around your neck, and I will be standing at the gallows.” Satan in a Box gulped as it shuddered slightly, more blood oozing through the walls of the box.
“Did they give you a name?” The Kingpin asked as he got up from his chair and pushed his desk to one side before walking over to the man and the box, looming over both of them. As they did, Montana heard his PDA buzz before looking at the message that had been sent up by the armoury team.
“They called themselves the Golden Pheasant.” Satan in a Box bubbled as it looked up at the anger on the Kingpin’s face. “They said that when you see their face, you will remember them.” It groaned as the lid flipped open to reveal the heads of the other members of the Sadistic Six inside.
"Sir, we are four grenades short from the arms shipment.” Montana announced as the Kingpin took Satan in a Box and went to the window of his office. Looking into the box again, the Kingpin gritted his teeth before throwing Satan in a Box through the glass, the heads falling out, each with a grenade affixed to their mouths. Before they hit the ground, the grenades detonated, causing the glass to shatter all the way down the building.
“Sir, are you okay?” Montana asked as he walked over to the Kingpin, his suit ripped apart by the shower of exploding glass.
“Mr. Brice, send word to the heads of my operations; I will be sending powered agents to safeguard them from this Golden Pheasant.” The Kingpin ordered as he walked away from the window and went back to sitting at his desk. “Mr. Scolosis, I want you to inform my security team that I will need regular updates on the building status and everyone in it.”
**
Nest under demolished tenement building, Fisk Tower
The figure dressed in a golden tunic, with a pair of golden feathers in their dark hair, dropped down into the underground space and closed the hatch behind them. Taking off their mask, the woman sat down and pulled off her boots, revealing one fully formed foot and one where everything below the ankle had been eaten away.
Bowing her head slightly, the woman reached over for a cask, the only other thing in the space, and unscrewed the lid, pulling out a photograph.
“The Kingpin will pay for taking them from us.” The Golden Pheasant sighed as she placed the photograph down to reveal a pair of women wearing kimonos surrounded by three animals: a Shiba Inu with a damaged left ear, a Japanese macaque with a missing eye, and a golden pheasant with a missing foot. “He’ll pay for every single one of you.”
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