The Social Media Murder Corp

by Stephen Signorelli

  As she contemplated what to do she heard Yuki’s voice from behind her.

  “Mistress Gabriella, where is Mistress Marcela?”

  “She…she isn’t here Auntie Yuki,” Destruction replied quietly.

  Yuki stood looking at Destruction.

  “They have her, don’t they?” she finally asked.

  “Yes,” Destruction said softly.

  Yuki regarded the weapons in the room.

  “I knew your father many years before you and your sister and your mother came into our lives. After my husband was killed, your father took me in, sheltered me, gave me a purpose. I loved him with all my heart, like a sister would love a brother. When he found out your mother was carrying you girls in her womb he asked me to give the same devotion to you that I had pledged to him in a sacred blood oath many years before. I told him I would lay down my life for you.”

  Yuki walked up to Destruction and put her hands on her face and smiled.

  “My mind is not what it used to be, I forget many things. But I also remember, clear as day, many other things. And I remember my sacred pledge to your father that I would die for his precious daughters.”

  Yuki walked towards a locked cabinet in the weapon room. She produced a key from her pocket and unlocked the case. She opened it and reached in.

  “I also remember something else, I remember who I was. I was Yuki Morita, Yakuza Assassin, and I still know how to kill.”

  Yuki pulled twin katana blades from the case and smiled.

  “They called me ‘The Serpent’, and the eyes of the serpent still shine bright,” she said with an evil grin.

  Destruction raised one eyebrow and smiled.

  “Let’s go get Marcela,” she said.

  The road to Armageddon

  And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

  And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.

  Revelation, 21. 4

  Danger sat on the bed in the room she was being held in deep underground. Her restraints had been removed, and her wound was healing. The IV’s were still hooked to her arm though, and she wondered at first if she was slowly being drugged.

  She had been fed and taken care of. There was a small toilet in the room and personal hygiene products had been left for her. She had no way of communicating except for the small microphone which connected her to the room directly adjacent to her. It was there that Ajani and Banga communicated with her, though they rarely did. For the past few days she hadn’t heard anything from anyone, just food being shoved under her door 3 times a day.

  Her separation anxiety had thankfully not been too much of a concern, only held in check due to the intense rage and hatred currently inside of her. Since she came to she had been planning when and how she would murder every single person she came across once her sister showed up.

  She knew Destruction would come for her, and she knew that it would be a carefully planned attack, which is why she knew it would take several days or longer for it to happen. She looked around the room she was in. There was only one way in or out. The only window was one way and she could tell it was military grade ballistics resistance tempered glass. She knew she would not be able to aid her sister until she got released from the room, it was too well secured. She sat and looked down at her injury. The staples were still there, but she could see her body already healing itself. Being in such supreme shape as she was, her healing was faster than most people, though she was sad at the prospect of the large scar it would leave across her abdomen. She was many things, but she was also a teenage girl and the idea of a scar that size and in that location upset her. It didn’t matter much though, it was her own ego that was bruised. Destruction loved her no matter what.

  Destruction, her savior, her demon goddess who even now was planning a genocidal rampage of horror to save her, this is what Danger focused on, this is what kept her together. Destruction was more than her sister, she was her best friend, her soul mate, her lover. The only lips she had ever kissed were Destruction’s. The only person who ever touched her body or explored her or brought her to heights of ecstasy was Destruction. She loved her with her heart and soul, she was the focal point of her universe. And when her sister arrived, they would engage in a blood orgy of violence that recorded history had never seen. Danger intended to kill so many people in so many violent ways that she felt God himself would have to intervene to stop them.

  “Hello,” came the voice from the small speaker in her room.

  Danger raised her eyebrow and grinned. She recognized the voice as the one who wanted the other two to kill her. She decided to toy with him.

  “Are you in the habit of holding innocent teen age girls hostage?” she asked.

  “You are far from innocent. Do not pretend otherwise.”

  “Are you sure? I am only 14.”

  “I am sure. You are one half of the SMMC, you are responsible for untold acts of terror committed against the people of the United States of America.”

  “How can that be? I am only 14, and I am a girl. Like, oh my God,” Danger said with a small laugh.

  “The two Rwandans told me exactly who you are and what you represent. I know about the organization.”

  Danger narrowed her eyes. She had to try and get as much information out of this fool as she could.

  “Whatever they told you, it is a lie. Did they tell you about some sort of world spanning super organization of unknown people who secretly run everything on Earth? Sounds like the NWO or Illuminati doesn’t it? It’s a lie, a trick. You really believe that bullshit?”

  “I believe there is…..something. Events support it.”

  “There is nothing but a group of tired old people in a piss ass 3rd world European country that think they Lord over the Earth but in reality they are nothing but fools and criminals. They build up their own reputation through lies. They have a very good PR department.”

  “I know they exist child, you can stop insulting my intelligence. What I cannot figure out, is you.”

  “Me? I’m just a 14 year old girl.”

  “Just? Again, you insult me. You are something quite extraordinary, though I do not subscribe to the belief that you are some sort of super natural being as the two Rwandan men do.”

  “Oh? And what have they told you?”

  “That you and your sister are some sort of demons, let loose upon the Earth by forces unknown, and that you need to be destroyed.”

  Danger laughed.

  “Demons? Oh dude c’mon someone has been reading too many comic books.”

  “That is precisely what I think. There is a complication, and that is how you managed not only to become so skilled at such a young age, but how you and your sister managed to commit all the acts of terror and murder you did without a trace, without leaving so much as a shred of evidence. THAT is what I am most interested in.”

  Danger smiled.

  “What can I say? We are good,” she bragged.

  “See? I almost believe that. ALMOST. But, now hear me out, what if something else was true?”

  “Like?”

  “What if you had help,” the voice stated.

  Danger tilted her head to one side.

  “Help? Dude, we didn’t have nor did we ever need help.”

  “You see, I think you ae lying. I think the only reason you and your sister managed to get away with everything is that you had help. As a matter of fact, I think this so called organization of yours is actually behind it all and is using you as the ‘face’ of their operations. I think the two Rwandans are in on it as well. I believe this is all part of some sort of plan to commit a massive terror attack on the United States.”

  “Dude, seriously, it was me and my sister alone. Take off the tin foil hat.”

  “Oh I am perfect
ly sound and clear in my thinking. And to that end, I intend to do something about it. You, your sister, the Rwandans, and your so called super-secret organization are all going to die. You still have no idea where you are do you?”

  For the first time Danger was a bit hesitant.

  “I’m in some sort of base or bunker, that I am pretty sure of.”

  The voice on the other end of the speaker laughed.

  “You are somewhere that the laws of the USA and the UN do not apply. We are quite safe from anything you or the people coming for you can do. When this is over, I will be the only one left standing.”

  The microphone clicked off and Danger was left with her thoughts.

  She leaned back and closed her eyes. Destruction would be here soon, and then there would be scores to settle. She looked down at her injury and sighed. This would make wearing a bikini really awkward.

  And the serpent cried out to heaven: Behold! Now I wrap my coils around the world!

  Somewhere in the USA, at a location not really noticed by residents, a large gated area appeared to be some sort of utility complex. In the middle of the complex was a large concrete door imbedded into the ground. The complex was fenced off with old chain-link topped with barbed wire. If one has pressed the issue, one would have been met by a bored looking guard who would inform one that the area was private property and to lease go away.

  What one would NOT see was the hidden snipers, sophisticated surveillance equipment, and reinforced walls, all of which were designed to keep out an invading army. What hit the bunker though, was something no one had ever anticipated.

  The 747 slammed into the bunker and exploded in a fireball that tore through the building and incinerated anyone unlucky enough to be in its path. Onboard the plane almost 500 men, women, and children died; their last 2 minutes as their plane went into a nosedive straight into the ground filled with horrifying screams and prayers. The force of the plane hitting the bunker as well as the jet fuel onboard were enough to punch a hole into the re-enforced roof, and the shockwave tore through men and equipment.

  Deep inside the lower reaches of the bunker, Banga and Ajani felt the force of the explosion and steadied themselves.

  “They are here,” Banga stated warily.

  “Was that a bomb? It was too big. My God did they fire a missile at us?” Ajani asked.

  “Whatever it was, it was big. They may have breached the outer layers of protection,” Banga replied as he grabbed his weapons.

  Ajani shook his head and began to arm himself.

  “Something is wrong, that felt too big to be some sort of conventional explosion. It was definitely too big to be a backpack full of Semtex. They must have used a truck bomb or some sort of vehicular device and drove it right to our door.”

  Turtleneck came into the room in a panic.

  “A passenger jet, they dropped a goddamn PASSENGER JET ON US!” he screamed.

  Banga went wide eyed.

  “My God, they sacrificed hundreds of people just to breach our outer defenses.”

  Ajani began to load up his weapons.

  “They truly are demonic. And brilliant, I never would have considered it.”

  “That is because we have a moral compass, these ‘things’ do not.”

  “It matters not, they can drop as many planes on us as they want, we will kill them.”

  “Drop as many planes as they want?” shouted Turtleneck, “How the FUCK did they even manage to drop one??!?!?!”

  Outside the bunker, Yuki and Destruction watched the chaos from a safe distance.

  “When the day of reckoning comes, woe to those who stand in the light of its dawn,” Destruction recited in Khmer.

  “May their souls find rest, having served us well,” Yuki added.

  Destruction peered at her laptop, which was no ordinary laptop. Using a computer program developed by The Organization, and modified countless times, she was able to hack into the flight control systems of a nearby passenger jet, the now demolished 747, and run it straight into the bunker. The thought that she just killed hundreds of innocent people never crossed her mind.

  “There is another one nearby, but we have to hurry, the FAA is already re-routing flights as I speak.”

  “Try and hit what looks like their communications tower, over there,” Yuki said pointing.

  Destruction nodded and started to type on her laptop. Overhead and unseen, another 747 flew on, oblivious to its fate. In the cockpit, the pilot and co-pilot were just receiving re-route instructions from the FAA when their communications went dead. The two men attempted to re-establish contact, but to no avail. They felt the plane sway a little, then a little more. The Captain turned off the autopilot, at least he tried to anyway.

  “Got it,” Destruction said as she concentrated on the screen.

  “Steady hand mistress,” Yuki said softly.

  Destruction concentrated as she guided the 747 around to position it for its kamikaze run.

  Onboard the doomed flight, the pilot and co-pilot frantically tried to regain control of the plane. The plane was slowly turning, not violently or quickly, but the mere fact it was no longer under the crew’s control prompted the captain to order everyone into crash positions. No controls worked, nothing could be shut off or overrode, and was if the plane had taken on a life if its own.

  “I need to crash this now, they authorities will be here soon and we have to get Marcela out,” Destruction stated.

  “Hit their communications, which should also wreak havoc on their power. Then we will go inside,” Yuki added.

  “Here it comes,” Destruction said with a smile.

  Out of the sky like an angel of death, 747 slammed into the communications tower of the already burning bunker. 425 people died onboard the plane as it exploded and disintegrated upon impact. It blew the communications tower apart and shut down power in the bunker.

  Yuki lay down and looked into the sights of her sniper rifle. She peered through the scope and surveyed the frantic scrambling of the bunker guards amongst the fire and carnage.

  “So many targets,” she whispered.

  “Thin their ranks,” Destruction said sternly.

  Yuki smiled to herself and steadied her aim. She began to fire, picking off men one by one as she methodically killed anyone she could see in her scope.

  Inside the bunker

  “Another one,” Banga said as he geared up.

  “These children, these KIDS are dropping goddamn airplanes on us,” Turtleneck said over and over.

  “We told you not to underestimate them,” Ajani stated.

  Just then all the main lights in the bunker went out. The emergency lights went on, casting a red hue over everything.

  “Clever girl. They took out the power and communications,” Ajani said with a smile.

  “The power is out…..HOLY FUCK THE POWER IS OUT!” Turtleneck screamed as he grabbed his gun and ran from the room.

  “Where is he going?” Banga asked.

  “Oh no, the other one…” Ajani said quietly.

  Danger had felt the impact of the blasts. She smiled, her eyes glowing red. She ripped out her IV’s and stood by the powered door. She knew her sister, and she knew what would happen next. As she took a few deep breaths, preparing herself, she remembered all the indignities she had suffered during her captivity. Now, she was ready to settle some scores. The door opened as the power went out, and Danger began to hunt in the darkness.

  Danger killed the first two guards she found, they were running in the darkness, and they died before they even realized she was there. She tore their throats open with her hands, her pulse never rising. She was on full auto-mode now, and nothing would stop her. She grabbed the guns and ammo from a fallen guard and disappeared back into the darkness.

  She made her way through the darkness, relying on her sense to navigate and find prey. She found another guard, frantically working on a control panel in a desperate attempt to restore the lights. She clubbed the gu
ard over the head with the Glock 9mm she lifted from the first one she killed. As he lay on the ground groaning in pain, she methodically eviscerated him with his own combat knife. She smiled as she sprayed blood and gore over the hall as she tore the man to pieces.

  “HOLY SHIT!!! SHOOT HER!!!”

  Two guards turned the corner and came upon the horrific scene. Danger looked up at them, her eyes glowing like hellfire, blood on her hands and face, a smile on her lips.

  “But I’m just a girl,” she laughed.

  The two guards opened fire, but Danger dodged their bullets with an almost supernatural speed. She charged right at both men as they frantically tried to shoot her. She slammed the knife into the first guard’s throat, nearly decapitating him. He screamed with a gurgle as she tore his windpipe and voice box out.

  The second guard turned to run, he had had enough of this shit. He was not able to take more than three steps before a bullet tore into his spine. He collapsed in a heap, the feeling forever gone now below his chest. Danger slowly walked towards him, oblivious to his cries of pain.

  “It…..hurts” he moaned softly.

  Danger sat beside him and lifted his head up with her hands.

  “Your spine is severed. You actually don’t feel anything. It’s all in your head.”

  “You…..a child…..why?”

  Danger smiled as she stroked his cheek with her fingers.

  “Because I can,” she whispered as she snapped his neck.

  Outside the bunker, Destruction and Yuki commenced their assault.

  The old 18 wheeler served its last purpose as it barreled its way through the now abandoned security fence and into the yard of the bunker. Destruction and Yuki exited, their weapons drawn. Immediately, three guards foolish enough to look their way were cut down.

  The area around them was ablaze with hellfire. The smell of burning metal and jet fuel permeated the air. Destruction had on her mask and armor, no robes this time, this was straight tactical ops. Yuki also had on a set of armor, a dark green set that resembled scales. Her mask had two glowing yellow eyes as opposed to the glowing blue ones on Destruction.