0 comments/ 3644 views/ 0 favorites Tale of the Gun Bunnies Ch. 01 By: mrbadkitty357 //(Announcer 1) Oh what a close victory! The total newbie guild: Training Wheels totally wrecking the veterans of Gun Bunnies (Announcer 2) If it wasn't for the last minute save by Lady Bug, the Gun Bunnies would have been have had to change their name to the Dead Rabbits! (Announcer 1) Right you are Ken, their leadership turned the entire team into a Receding Hare line! (Both announcers chuckle) (Announcer 2) Up next is a real fight between....// *click* "I can't believe we nearly wiped to that pack of newbies! You failed to listen to my orders!" bellowed the large black female in the flower print dress. "It was your leadership that nearly got us killed, Bitch!" snapped back the tiny Vietnamese girl dressed in a plaid skirt, pigtails and white thigh-high stockings and dragging her .50 caliber behind her. Her battle avatar, a 2-foot tall male ladybug, was by her feet snarling at the large black female in the flower print dress. She looked down at the 5-foot tall Asian girl and narrowed her eyes as if looking at a bug that just scuttled in her kitchen. "The name's Queen Bitch! And you need to take your little 5 dolla suckie suckie hooker ass and sit down before I kung-pow the Asian right outta you!" Queen Bitch said back without missing a beat. "You (Intelligible Vietnamese) take your (more Vietnamese insults) Cross-Dressing black (Vietnamese) and shove it right up your (Vietnamese) then sit back on it and (something about a cucumber and dog)!" Ladybug yelled back. Before Queen Bitch could run over to Ladybug she was stopped by her fellow Gun Bunnies, Zee and Hitmann, both of them straining to hold her back. Despite her small size Ladybug was being held down by three of her guild mates, and they were struggling to keep her at bay. Before either of them could break the grips of the people trying to prevent the fight, a medium build male entered the main guild room. The walking contradiction of terms, low tech redneck with high tech rail gun and various high-tech gadgets, walked in with a smile on his face which quickly turned to confusion because of the mayhem in the room. After he adjusted his "Pork Eating Crusader" ball cap, he yelled in his military command voice "AT EASE!", and quickly stopped the breakout between Queen Bitch and Ladybug; even the battle avatars stopped their bickering. Queen Bitch's avatar, a young 10-year-old German girl named Heidi, picked up a handful of cashews off that table and threw them at Ladybug's ladybug. Before ladybug could counter attack with a soda can, the redneck's avatar, a 7-foot walking castle tower with glowing yellow eyes made out of ash-grey stone, resembling a rampaging Rook from chess, stamped his massive foot, shaking everyone and everything in the room. The thunderous shockwave shook the antler light fixtures, replica trophies, guild charter and everything living (and astral) creature in the room. "He said QUIET!" said the upset Rook. Everyone in the room slowly back away from each other. The pissed off Rook and even angrier redneck carefully watching for anyone trying to start a fight. "Now (pausing for effect) what happened?" he asked, pointing towards Queen Bitch. "Well Bones, I'll tell you like this little Asian street walker..." she started to say. Before she could finish the Bones interrupted, "without the insults!" She began to weave her tail of how during the fight, which they won Queen Bitch pointed out several times, of how her leadership was usurped by Ladybug's lack of discipline and willingness to complain about every order given. Queen also pointed out how Ladybug always manages to survive every battle by using her guild mates as human shields. Ladybug replied with her recount of events, of how it was by sheer luck, not Queen Bitch's battle tactics, that their guild as managed to win so many 5 on 5 battles. She was quick to point out, her refusal to follow orders allowed her to live through an obvious trap set out in their last battle against the newbie guild "Training Wheels". The trap, which took out 2 of the 5 fighters, also injured 1 other. When Queen tried to rally the survivors, she ran them right into another Training Wheel trap, and if it wasn't for her hit-and-run strategy they would have lost the entire match. The teen aged Japanese girl, dressed up in a blue Houston Police Department uniform with the name tag Dragonfly, said "The battle for Gilligan's Island was a slaughter, we got owned by that newbie guild." The others, who at the fight, nodded in agreement. Queen Bitch and Ladybug were the exception; they just glared hate at each other. Bones looked at the two warring members, he needed to do something or this rift would split the guild apart. "Ok, we can only have one leader, but if that leader is ineffective, we need to remove the person for sake of unity. We didn't become the top ranked guild in Houston because of luck (glaring at Ladybug) and we didn't all get along by calling each other names (glaring at Queen Bitch this time). I'm here to have fun, and we can't do that if we are at each other's throats!" he said. The females sitting at the top of the stairs, we body clad in a shiny latex body suit, was twirling a small ray gun around her well manicured finger. "Oh-M-Gee! like why cant we all get along, like you 2 were BFF's o_o. so like, ummmmm why don't you 2 kiss and make up b/c that would like cool, rite? ZOMG!!1! i like have this totally cool idea, how bout a slumber party, but w/ no boyz! :)" she said. Everyone on the room started blankly at Barbarella, the only one to break the silence was Dragonfly who whispered to Ladybug "How does she manage to talk in text like that?" Ladybug just shrugged her shoulders, still memorized by Barbarella. "Barbarella is right, in her own sort of odd way, you two started the guild together, and the way you both are acting will tear it apart together," said Bones. "May I pose a perspicacious interrogative statement?" Barbarella's battle avatar, an old white-haired man in a lab coat and tie, asked. "Would an elucidation to this present kerfuffle of dominance be tempered with a competition for a zenith stance for guild hegemony?" "He is even harder to understand then Barbarella," whispered Dragonfly to Ladybug. Ladybug scratched her head in confusion. The others looked just as confused. "Can someone translate what Einstein just said?" asked Queen Bitch. "like he said why dont you 2 duel for control of da guild? O_o " replied Barbarella. Queen Bitch, carefully considered what Barbarella suggested as she adjusted her bra reading herself for the inevitable fight. Ladybug toyed with the triggering mechanism on her weapon in response. "Are there any objections?" asked Bones. Ladybug pulled out a set of leather gloves, put them on, and started to adjust the tension of the straps. Queen Bitch adjusting her dress, her coal black eyes locked on to Ladybug. The tension in the room grew, as the future of the guild would soon be decided in the next arena match. (End of Part 1) Tale of the Gun Bunnies Ch. 02 //(Announcer 1) Greetings from the Lightening Dome, in glorious Houston. This is the first time here at Fight Club – Houston where two contestants are battling for control of the same guild. (Announcer 2) No one is betting anything? Why are we even covering this? (Announcer 1) That's a good question, let's see, hmm, according to this note, it says "F minor Key". (Announcer 2) Oh, so what you are saying is because the Gun Bunny Guild is the top ranked guild in Houston, and the number 2 over all, its news worthy and we should broadcast the fight. (Announcer 1) Right you are Ken, I was just handed another note, and this one says "B Flat". (Announcer 2) Oh! That means the fight is about to start.// Queen Bitch and Ladybug were standing across from each other at the Judges table. The old oak table with its unfinished treated top, rested quietly with the three judges patiently waiting for the two combatants to submit their weapons, defensive items and optional items. "Before, we begin item submission, I would to point out because of the special nature of this duel, we have allowed contestants to submit up to 5 items." Claimed the old white-bearded Judge sitting in the center position. Queen Bitch nodded as if expecting the new rule, but Ladybug expressed confusion to this change of events. Queen Bitch submitted her items: a yellow 3 by 5 note card, German SS dagger, German Volks Maschinengewehr Mg-27 with snail drum, magically enhances ammo, and SS issued pistol. The female sitting to the right of the old male Judge hissed when she saw the items, she even went so far as refusing to touch them. When Queen Bitch presented her battle avatar, a 10-year-old blond hair blue eyes girl wearing traditional German dirndl, the female got up and walked out. Heidi gave the Judge the finger, and went back to adjusting the flowers in her hair. Ladybug turned to make a nasty comment about Queen Bitch to her friend, but no one was there. This was to be a solo fight. When it came time for her to present her items to the judges Ladybug dropped her items. She presented: .50 caliber water elemental cooled machine gun, black fingerless gloves and shadow rounds. Before the judges could ask about additional magical items, Dragonfly came running in with a doggie backpack. Ladybug smiled as her friend ran up to greet her. She gave her a hug and then stepped back. As Ladybug opened up the bag, Queen Bitch protested, but the two remaining Judges told her to calm down. She presented them with the fluffy backpack (designed to hold almost unlimited ammo, plus additional shadow rounds) and a Glock 9mm with subsonic rounds and with an air elemental blessing on it to cancel out any noise it could create. The old Judge carefully examining the items, then gave her battle avatar a quick once over with his bifocals, then gave a thumbs up. The Judge pulled out his key, and inserted it into the air. The scene changed to a forest covered in snow. Queen Bitch shook head and exclaimed how she hated the cold weather, and pulled out her card. The Judge took it and she muttered something quietly to him. He sighed and pulled his key back out and held it into the air again to open up the portal to another arena. //(Announcer 1) Oh it looks like big momma has pulled the Race Card out, changing the field to her own choice, and locking it in. Poor little Asian school girl, won't be able to change the arena to something else. (Announcer 2) What do you supposed she changed it too? (Announcer 1) I don't know, but where ever it is, will be to her advantage. (Background still faded) Shouldn't something be happening? (Announcer 2) This is unusual; it's not a closed fight or anything. (Background still faded) Looks we are having some kind of technical difficulties, so in the mean time, we will talk about nothing.// Ladybug found herself in another forest. With the leaves on the trees it suggested that this was either spring or summer time. Her eyes quickly darted back and forth trying to size up her situation. Something was not right with this place. Through the tree line she saw some kind of fence with barbed wire, but couldn't make it out. She took her heavy machine gun and strapped it to her back, and pulled out her Glock 23 with sound eliminator. The tightly packed tress would make it difficult for her to maneuver with such a large gun. She gave a mental command for her avatar to fly into the tree line to scout out the area, but it was gone. She tried to whistle it up, which was how she normally summoned her avatar, and nothing but the silence of the forest was present. Something was not right, and every fiber of her body told her she was in a bad situation. How did that bitch get rid of her avatar? She carefully, maneuvered herself towards the tree line. She moved like a specter through the forest. Pungent smells seemed to originate from the fence line. Her father, a retired American Marine Recon, taught her to move carefully, silently and to move upwind. Her courage was the old thing that kept her going as she sat at the edge of the tree line carefully observing the surroundings. To her front was a 15-foot high double barb wired fence with writing she couldn't make out written on it. Through the fence were wooden barracks or housing of some sort. With the patience of a hunter she watched for movement, there was none. She could see guard towers in the distance, but none near where she was hiding. She took a few stones near her, and tossed them in the air, waiting for a reaction. None came. Standing up, she started to run, as she got closer to the fence line she jumped over it and landed quietly on the other side. Like lightening, she stood up and positioned herself against the building. She quickly fished out a laser range finger, a scope attachment, and laser targeting system. Her senses were in full combat mode. Her ear strained to try to pick up the slightest sound, nose looking for any tell-tale signs of Queen Bitch's over powering perfume, and eyes sharpened in a way that only adrenaline can focus them. All around her she could feel eyes on her, but none of her equipment or senses could pick up on anything. The whole place smelled of death and a nagging feeling she was somehow connected to this place. Ladybug knew she needed a command point, someplace safe, before she could go out and searching for Bitch Queen. Quietly, she moved around to the front of the building. The old wooden structured seemed to smell of human remains and numerous odors. She opened the door and covered pointed her weapon as she moved inside. Once inside, her eyes took a few seconds to focus on the scene, her brain tried desperately to process what she was seeing. Inside the room were stacks of bunk beds, 4 high and stretching to the back of the wooden hut. There were women and children in the room, many of them looked under nourished stripped clothing. "Is this place real?" she asked herself. Her mind tried to think of where she could be at, then to the question of how Queen Bitch managed to pick this place. She never heard of an arena like this. Her stomach turned as women with hollow eyes looked at her. She lowered her weapon, but refused to put it away. A little boy in stripped clothes walked up to her, his head shaven, face gaunt from starvation and lips trembling looking at her. He tried to put his arm around her, but she back away from the skeleton of a child. He tried to say something to her, but she couldn't understand it. His face looked at her thoughtfully for a few seconds, than brightened up as if he discovered a lost treasure chest of food, hidden away for such emergencies. "How...are...you?" he asked in broken English. "Who the hell are you?" she asked. "I'm a distant relative!" he exclaimed, his English getting better. "What the hell is this place?" she asked. "Hell," he replied "You are in Auschwitz, 1944. I'm a distant relative." "You don't look Vietnamese!" she snapped back. "I'm on your father's side, do you know anything about your father's side of the family?" he asked. She shook her head no. "Well, in 1938 my family was rounded up and sent to this death camp for being communist (she snickered at the communist comment) and all our family were slowly killed in the gas chambers, starvation and escape attempts. I was the only one who managed to live through it. After we were liberated in 1945 I was adopted by an American soldier. Apparently, he was unable to have children (mutters something about a war wound in a private place) and I continued the family line. Your father was my son, who later joined the Marines. You are the first person I ever talked to about my experiences here." He held out his arm, revealing a tattooed number on it. "Wait, if you are my grandfather, how are you talking to me like this?" she asked. "Well you see, all of your ancestors talk to you in one way. If you want to get scientific about it, we talk to your through your DNA and genes. All of the skills I learned, I have passed down to your father, and him to you. You will do this for your children (she wrinkled her nose at the prospect of having children). Everything from stalking a wooly mammoth to getting out of this hell pit alive, we have passed on." "So why are you here now? This is supposed to be a Fight Club arena, not some weird death camp place." "As I said before, I'm just a projection of who I was. At this point in history, I was 16-years-old and in a different section of the camp, but your mind has turned me into what I looked like when I first got here. (She nodded as if slowly starting to understand) Also, from what I can tell, your friend Queen Bitch is a racist, and a bad one. She sees herself as part of the master race, and in charge of everyone and everything. Her very core has corrupted her and warped her mind into conjuring up this place. She now thinks she is one of those black booted SS thugs running Auschwitz." Ladybug nodded, her mind slowly turning over what her grandfather just said. One of the women ran up to her and quickly covered her up with a hole filled blanket, muttering something to her. "The guards are coming for a head count, you need to hide!" Ladybug hid in the back corner of the room putting her heavy machine gun in her backpack. How this was happening she had no idea, but it would take all her wits and courage to get through this. Three Nazi soldiers stormed in, their highly polished black boots stepping against the wood floor. An inner storm began to brew deep down inside of her soul. She never paid attention in history class, or even listened to family for advice, but the scene unfolding before her, stirred up primal emotions. One of the soldiers would stop at every fifth woman, and hit them on the head with a leather riding crop. When he stopped at her grandfather, he has hit hard enough to knock him down to the ground. Ladybug's saw stars as her eyes began to tear up. The three soldiers began saying something in the funny language, as they kicked her grandfather over and over as they laughed and made jokes. Ladybug couldn't handle it. She got up from cover and pointed her pistol at the first soldier. The subsonic shadow round ripped into the heart of the guard with the riding crop, sending him to the ground. Before the other two guards could react, she sent two more silent rounds into their hearts. She walked up on them and put a round to the back of their heads. She leaned over helping her young grandfather up, blood pouring from his nose, but grateful she stopped them. The women and children watched her with disbelief. "I wish I could tell you how many times I wished I could have done that to those swine back then," he said with a mouth full of blood. "I still couldn't understand what they said," she replied as she reloaded her weapon with more rounds of ammo. "Oh, why didn't you say so! Just relax." He exclaimed. Grandfather took his hands and placed them on her temples muttering, her head felt a rush of blood go to hit as she started to realize what he meant about information for survival was locked away in your genes. She was suddenly flooded with the ability to speak German, Romanian (language he picked up while at the death camp), Gypsy magic (he learned from a Gypsy his same age) and the general layout of the camp. "How did you..." she started to ask. "I simply unlocked your DNA. We all have the ability to access the information from our past, but in the astral plane, it's a hell of a lot easier. I'm glad my granddaughter turned out as beautiful as you." He said with a smile. For some reason she couldn't suppress a blush. "I have to go, but don't worry, I am always with you, even when you forget me. My only regret was that you had to experience this hell of earth like I did, but at least you have the power to do something about it. My only wish while I was alive was that none of my descendents would have to experience this place like I did. I guess that's why I never talked about it." Before she could hug him back, he faded away into memory. The women were already trying to hide the dead bodies as she moved out of the room. Her mind sharp with clarity and a new focus, to help bring her friend's sanity back from the edge of corruption. //--end of part 2--\\ Tale of the Gun Bunnies Ch. 03 Ladybug, armed with the knowledge of her grandfather is currently looking to hunt down and kill her friend's corrupted personality. To destroy a side of her that imagines herself as something greater, part of a master race destined to rule the world and crush anyone opposed to her commands. At this point of the day, most of the guards were eating, while a handful was manning watch towers and key choke points. Two guards turned the corner, laughing about the Jew bitch they ran a train on (although this wasn't how they actually said it, Ladybug's mind translated it as that) earlier that day. She raised her weapon and sent four rounds at them, dropping them dead in their tracks. "1 in the heart, 1 in the head," she thought to herself, daddy would be proud. Although she was heavily outnumbered, she wasn't out gunned. She had a plan, she needed to cause a distraction in order to help reduce and distract the number of guards. Her mind quickly devised a plan, though she couldn't tell if it was hers or something her grandfather cooked up while there. She made her way to the railway station, where new comers would brought in to be processed, like cattle. The whole idea shook her very core, and made a mental note about becoming a vegetarian. Any guards she encountered she either hid from or killed. The people were quick on hiding the bodies for her, even though she had to bribe some of them with food she had in her doggie backpack. The 13-foot tall barbed wire fence was no match for ability to jump over. In the astral realm, she managed to clear a 50-foot tall fence easily during training sessions. As she approached the guards were more tense and ready for action. As she approached, she was forced to duck and weave as the guards, apparently alerted to her presence, shot back. Their weapons thundered lead death towards Ladybug, but with the precision of 21st century technology and training to match, the guards were slow to react as she shot them down as they attempted to take her life. The shots trigged the general alarm, and Ladybug knew more guards would soon follow. Most of the camp's prisoners were either in their huts or hiding from the gun fire she started. "No point sneaking around now!" she said in German. She quickly sized up the situation. The bland brown fleck stone buildings were a sharp contract to the wooden structures the prisoners were forced to live in. She found a place she could bottleneck guards at, the location was where the train tracks reconnected back into the main rail line. Fishing through her backpack she pulled out a tripod, then the .50, and finally a laser targeting device (which the label said so). At great haste she managed to her crew served weapon, attach ammo and rig the targeting device up to it. The speed of which she assembled the weapon would have impressed the most hardened of infantry soldier. She flicked the modern device on, and invisible lasers shot out in a 360 degree direction, looking for signs of movement. The device hooked up to her weapon, was designed to fire at anyone or anything in range, with the exception of her. The sentry gun was ready to kill. She took a leap and landed on top of the nearest building. Looking down she saw guards running to source of the gunfire. The sentry gun took care of those who came too close. Most of the guards failed to notice a 19-year-old Vietnamese girl in a Japanese school girl clothes jumping from building to building. Those who did notice silently gunned down. She stopped to take a knee. Even though her skills were allowing her to kill the guards, it was taking at least 3 shots to bring them down. She recalled the time when her father scolded her for being too far away from the target when she first learned to use a hand gun. "Accuracy decreased as distance increased, this isn't one your Jap cartoons (anime) or shitty commie (Hollywood) shoot'em ups! Even if you are firing from an elevated height your accuracy still goes down!" he would say, and often. She put her side arm in her holster, and fished in her backpack for something with a bit more reach. She pulled out her sniper rifle, she affectingly called her AWP. She was happy her old friend was back in her hands. Because this weapon wasn't magically enhanced or blessed in any sort of way, the Judges (or customs as the Gun Bunnies called them) were not interested in it at all. She made another note to thank Firefly for leaving it in her goodie bag, and her father for the helpful advice. Then an idea occurred to her. "If I can access my grandfather's ability to speak German, what else can I access?" she thought to herself. Her eyes looked around, although the guards were hunting for her, none of them were checking the tops of the buildings, and she would be safe if she laid low for a bit. She closed her eyes, the sentry gun booming loudly in the distance, and tried to pull up her father's memories. His basic training, his tours in Vietnam, him meeting her mother (she cursed herself for going too far with that one), and the training he did back in the states. Only a few seconds passed and yet she had the skills of decorated war veteran. "If daddy had those memories, what did mom have?" She concentrated on them. Her mom, learning for the first time, was a South Vietnamese officer. She was trained to kill communists, when she was introduced to her father. She then assumed the skills she learned. Pushing back further, she learned of knowledge her maternal parents used to survive. The skills they employed against the French and the tactics they used against the Japanese in WW2. The memories and skills came pouring in, as she sat there soaking it up like a hungry sponge. After 45 seconds she amassed what her family had done for centuries, fight the impossible battles, and win. Ladybug soared from building to building as she made her way closer to the guard compound. She brought the weapon up to eye level and used the scope to pick out targets. If she did this right, they would scatter all over the place, trying to figure out where the shots were coming from. She emptied several magazines of ammo, killing guards running for cover. Her shots were angled just right and would ricochet them in such a way it would appear they were being fired from the ground or behind their targets. After a random number of shots fired she would move to another position, to further confuse the SS guards. The guards continued to fire in all directions, some of them hitting innocent prisoners. Other prisoners obtained weapons from fallen guards, and were using them to liberate parts of the camp. What the prisoners lacked in training they made up for in tenacity. The guards began fighting a losing battle and could only hold out for so long. Ladybug knew she had to make her move. The thundering sounds of weapons were all around her, stray bullets and shrapnel from grenades more than once came close to her. She did her best to calm her fears, not knowing if she died here would she be killed in the earth realm, too? She tapped into her father's training to push those fears aside. She found two camp prisoners crouched behind a crate hiding from the gun fight. "You want to live?" she asked, and they weakly nodded. "Then you need to fight." She sounded back giving her sniper rifle and extra ammo to one of the stronger men. She then pulled out her Glock pistol; it was back to close-combat fighting again. "Where is the commander's office at?" she asked in German to the prisoner she gave her weapon to. He thin male pointed towards a brown brick building. She took off in that direction. Before reaching it she soon ran into three SS guards, hastily assembling a crew served machine gun. One white-phosphorus grenade later and they were being burned alive. "That's for my great aunt who you cooked in an oven, assholes!" she cursed at them. Realizing that probably came from her grandfather she headed back to towards the building. Guards quickly took up hasty fighting positions in and around the building. Various muzzles were pointed out the shattered windows, searching for targets. To get a better look inside she pulled out her laser range finders and peeped through them. The guards were moving about under the orders of the female (could tell by her figure) commander. She flicked the switch on her item, and it showed the heat signatures of everyone inside the building, and their respective power levels. The strongest level was that of the female giving orders, most likely Queen Bitch. She raised her weapon and fired off several noiseless shots through the wall. The shadow rounds ignored annoying obstacles such as non-magical body armor, protective cover and even walls. She dropped guard after guard as the female ran out brandishing her enhanced German zip gun. Ladybug knew she would have to move. Instead of the overweight crossing dressing black female in a flower print dress a young voluptuous dark skinned female came out of the building at top speed. Her berserker battle cry made Ladybug's hair stand on end, as she was screaming bloody murder and foaming at the mouth. Queen Bitch was different; her black Nazi SS leather uniform hugged every tight curve on her body. The machine gun trailed elemental rounds behind her as the death's head insignia on her black hat grinned evilly at Ladybug. The tight skirt that hugged her body didn't seem to slow her down as she ran off after Ladybug. The elemental rounds zipped past Ladybug as she ran at top speed, away from the mad woman. Queen Bitch was firing wildly at Ladybug's silhouette as they both turned the corner. Ladybug's mind raced for ideas as she was being chased by the Chef Oberaufseherin (title of the highest rank a female SS officer earned in WW2) Queen Bitch. Then she an idea came to her. Ladybug turned the corner and was in a building that was U-shaped, she was cornered, or so it would appear. Queen Bitch caught up to her, her weapon shaking in her arm pointed at Ladybug. Ladybug threw down her weapon and demanded an honor duel (Rule #1 of the Gun Bunny charter – Never back down from a fair challenge). She held up her fists in defense. Queen Bitch bit her lip, drawing blood, trying to consider the implications of the challenge. Queen's finger toyed with the trigger in her weapon, but then throwing it down thereby accepting the challenge. (Rule #2 – When in doubt see rule 1) Queen pulled her SS officer dagger, which was the first time she ever saw her use it, and held it up its tip pointed at Ladybug. "I'll have you know, my original weapon I learned to fight with was a dagger," Queen said switching hands back and forth with the dagger, clearly telling Ladybug she was ambidextrous. "What the hell happened to you?" begged Ladybug, her feet shifting position. Trying to get a better position for attack, then Queen rushed her aiming for her throat. A quick slash as Lady ducked the shot, narrowly getting hit. Queen recovered from her aimed swing and slashed again, this time finding Lady's arm as a target. Electric pain shot through her arm, as she tried to recover. This time Queen was on top of her, knife near her throat. Queen held it firm as she used her might trying to carve up Lady's neck. Lady took her right leg, and wrapped it around Queen's leg, then with all her might, pushed up on her hip flipping Queen on her back. Lady then moved her legs to Queen's hip, preventing the same kind of attack she just used. Both women fighting for control of the dagger, then Queen loosened her grip on the blade, as Lady fell forward. Queen with a light use of force pushed the lightening dagger up and over her head and into the dirt, Queen then was able to bring her knee up and knocked the wind out of Lady's diaphragm. She rolled over gasping for air, as Queen stood up. She reached in a weapon pouch and produced her Luger pistol. The magic weapon was slow, but it packed enough force rip an angry bear in half with one shot. "With my victory here, I will be able to complete Hitler's master plan and exterminate all the other weaker races!" Queen said as she pulled back the trigger. Ladybug had one chance to walk away from this. She twitched her finger; the almost non-visible fishing line that stretched from her leather fingerless glove to her Glock instantly pulled the weapon from against the wall to her hand. Queen's was able to squeeze off one shot, while Lady was able to fire off three rounds. Both Lady and Queen instinctively rolled to one side. The bullet intended for Lady missed by inches. Only one bullet of the three bullets managed to hit Queen, but it was enough to make her spin around and hit the ground. Ladybug fired off three more rounds at Queen Bitch, before she could return fire. This time three more bullets connected. Ladybug stood up, and pointed the gun at Queen's head. "I release you from your hate," she quietly said as she fired the final shot killing her one time friend and current rival. The world faded out and Ladybug appeared back in the Judge's hall. Tale of the Gun Bunnies Ch. 04 Final Ladybug wiped her eyes; post battle teleports always made her tear up. The three Judges, additional staff from Central Bank, her guild mates and various others she didn't recognize where in the great hall. Her battle avatar was the first to run up to her and give her a great big hug. The only person missing was Queen Bitch. Before she could be attacked with a thousand and one questions, an older white male wearing an all white suit approached her. The people here kept their distance from him. The only non-white thing he wore was a black eye-patch covering his right eye. Flanking behind him was a short female in a blue business power suit. Her tight bun complimented her half-moon glasses. Ladybug wondered if she was his battle avatar, but was too tired to care. "Greetings and salutations," he said and gave a slight bow. "We need to talk in private, would you mind accompanying me to the headquarters?" Ladybug gave a weak nod as she extended her hand. Before she could blink her eyes she was sitting on top of a floating Buddhist temple overlooking the Fight Club and the surrounding area. Her battle avatar and the secretary were missing. Before she could ask any questions the white-suited man spoke up. "I'm sure you have many questions, so I'll try to answer you as best as I can in the short time we have. I just finished reviewing your fight..." "You mean you watched the whole thing and didn't do anything about it?" she shouted at him. "Yes and no. We were unable to see the fight as it was happening, and I just now got the reply of what happened when you appeared. If we could have pulled you two out, we would have. Furthermore, what happened was a combination of many factors, not just one event." "Can you tell me what happened?" she asked in a collection of German, Vietnamese and English. She shook her head trying to establish some sort of language barrier to stop her sounding like the UN. "We are only 67% sure (Ladybug now realized that every person working for Fight Club spoke in percentages) of the events that transpired here. First, your guild leader spent too much time here and little time in the real world, a problem we are trying to mend. Second, we have been contacted, from very reliable sources that before a fight she would enact a Voodoo style ritual in order to speed up her reflexes, stamina and overall fighting skills. While channeling is not allowed, what she did skirted the rules, and thus our Judges were unable to detect that fact she had several powerful spirits piggybacking her in every fight. This leads to third reason why she was able to do what she did. By constant channeling of spirits, this left the door wide open for what happened next. The Nazi SS Dagger she used in the fight was a recent on-line purchase. Although it was advertised as a replica, it was anything but. The weapon was issued to a female SS officer working at Auschwitz during WW2, one of the few there. From the best we could tell, residual energy was still on the dagger, and increased the racial hatred your guild leader had in her heart and soul. What finally sealed the deal was the location of the battle arena. She used an illegally obtained item; we half-heartily call the Race Card. The Race Card is a magical item; we used for testing purposes and should have never been allowed outside of a testing environment. When used, it allows the user to control which arena they are sent to. We did have a Death Camp arena planned, but many of the VP's were strongly against the idea so we scrapped it altogether. When she used the Race Card, it transported her to the location of actual Auschwitz, not the location of the scrapped arena. We assume that she must have heard about it from the Rumor Mill (referred to as an unofficial clan, they are also known as information brokers and data miners)." Ladybug digested the information slowly, as she rested on the steps of the great temple. "So who are you and what is this place?" she asked. "Pardon for my lack of manners. I am known as the CEO, but you can call me Raziel Pennington III. I created this place as well at the Chicago and Atlanta Fight Clubs. (He gave a big shark-like smile) As far as this place is concerned, I call it the castle in the sky." Ladybug head of people seeing a large castle floating above the Central Bank, but could never see it herself. She just assumed the newbie's were hallucinating or something because when pointed out that nothing was there, they would look again they could not see it. "You see the castle in the sky is seen by only a handful of people, and is different depending on the rare few who have seen it. So far only 4 people out of 450 have actually seen it, once pointed out that there is nothing up there people no longer see it. Only 1 other, besides me, understands what it truly represents. While you see a Buddhist temple, I see a floating business tower made out of brilliant Plexiglas and steel." He looked up at it, and smiled as if lost in thought. "So now what?" she asked, her mind trying to understand the meaning of the castle. "So now, we don't discuss how her former guild leader fell into madness. We will say she was angry because she lost, and we will try to get her help in the earth realm. You will go back to your guild and maybe show them what you learned out there. For you trouble I give you this (he tosses her a button). You can use it in any fight, and will not count towards a magic item when used in the arena for official or unofficial battles. I'll make sure the custom officials won't bother you about it." She turned the button around in her fingers; the top portion was red with white lettering that said "NRA 4 EVR". "How do I use it?" she asked. "That's for you to learn." The CEO extended his finger and beeped her on the nose. Before she could protest she was standing in the main guild room, without the waves of nausea that came from a typical teleportation. Her guild mates were all standing around, checking her to make sure she was ok. She looked at the clock, only a few seconds transpired from when she left the Judge's hall to being teleported back home. She fastened the button to her shirt, making a note that she will have to learn how to the thing in private. "Ok, before I explain what happened, I would like to point out that we only won the battle with the Training Wheels was luck. If they had our skill, their tactics and strategies would have handed us a loss. We need to get better, and soon. If we slack off now, we will be #2 to those noobs. Now I got a story to tell you!" Inside the penthouse of a nearby hotel, sat a man in his leather chair. His black leather shit kicker boots resting comfortably on an ottoman. He tapped his index finger on his star metal bracers. "Are you worried she is going to tell people about the Castle in the Sky?" asked a female succubus. Her black wings wrapped around her half naked form like a cloak, as she cooed the question in his ear softly. He leaned over and kissed her ruby red lips. "Who would believe her?" he replied. The succubus smiled as she stood up to get a drink for her Master.