Yukio Hojo || Thanatos (deadlike_me) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2009-06-07 23:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | deacon knightly, player: dan, yukio hojo |
Who: Deacon Knightly and Yukio Hojo
What: Yukio getting some brutal revenge.
Where: Deacon's office parking garage.
When: June 9th, 2009. Late night.
Rating: R: For violence
Completion: Complete | Narrative
Deacon was now working late nights. Just to keep himself distracted from the misery that Hayden's cunt of a sister had brought onto him. Yeah, him and Hayden were never official, but it was what made it great about them mostly. They didn't have to say out loud, they were what they were. Though, the unofficalness had caused Deacon to stray once, or twice. He didn't make a habit of it. He enjoyed Hayden, and pretty much didn't want anyone but the red head. Back to the late night he was in. He was walking from the elevator of his office to his car. Couple nights before hand, he had recieved a threatning note. Saying that'd he would pay. What was he paying for. He didn't know. He just knew they wanted to make him pay, and frankly, Deacon didn't want to pay for anything. So he had two of the top security with him. Two burly bald men. Jones, and Moore. So, Deacon was feeling mostly safe. For about three seconds.
The first attack came out of no where it seemed. Jones on his right was down before he knew what to do. The japanese man came out of no where it seemed. All he saw was a fist in Jones' throat and a kick to the back of his leg, before the black haired man was moving to his other bodyguard. One thing was for sure. Deacon wasn't a fighter. The japanese man ducked down and doged a cross swing just to put a few focused strikes. One in the nose, another to the man's sternum, the last he grabbed the man's wrist and struck under his arm pit. While this fight was going, Deacon took upon himself to seek safty somewhere else. Running from his attacker Deacon moved through cars. Ducking down as he moved. He couldn't hear anything other than his own breath as he moved about. Hiding behind a Buick, Deacon peeked out. There was nothing. Just the two, men who were guarding him on the ground. Didn't look like they were dead.
Deacon went to move somewhere else, when it happened. The near hit, strike from his attacker. The japanese man was there again so suddenly, he barely dodged getting hit in the face. Though the next thing came, and he felt his air pushed from his lungs lightly. The sharp pain of a foot catching him in his right ribs. He groaned and swung a wild punch. Just for it to get blocked by this evil man. Then he felt a fist against his nose, and a second time. Then it was all pretty much over. He was seeing stars. The man, pulled Deacon in, as a knew was raised to strike him in the gut. Going over holding his stomache, Deacon then caught under, straight kick to his face, which sent him up onto the Buick's hood. Laying there in a complete daze, feeling the blood flow from his nose and busted lip, he tried to catch his thoughts, rolling one direction. Wrong way. He caught a punch to his chest then his arm grabbed pulling him off the hood. It was already bending funny, when he landed on his knees. He could feel that the pavement skinned his knees. All he could do is plea with the man. "Please...I didn't do anything..." Deacon tried to look, but once his eyes moved it happened. The strike which had dislocated his shoulder, as well broke through his wrist. Deacon only could let out a loud scream of pain as the japanese man dropped the destroyed arm.
In pure pain he groand trying to get away on his knees and good arm. Despite all he was being put through, he shed no tears. Though he pushed himself up to his feet, in a shaky manner. It was hard to breath. His arm hurt. His face and front of his shirt was covered in blood. Staring at the man, with dark eyes, Deacon backed away, well tried. The japanese assulter moved foward again. A low kick to Deacon's calf, then the final blow. Unfortunate, Deacon's body dropped a little, his head lining up with the back driver side window on the car. The japanese man's foot struck the side of Deacon's head, slamming his head into the window. The force caused the window to shatter inward to the car, aswell for Deacon to lose conciousness. Falling to the ground. Bleeding from a nice new wound on his head.
The japanese man stared down at the body. Eyes dark and evil. He spoke softly. "That is what you get, for breaking her heart."