Bear Knuckle Dave: The Return of the Bear: Bear's Revenge

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((Guillotine first, then open.))


People were fighting in a large ring in the middle of a park. There was a large crowd gathered. It was that guy, from years ago, in the exact same spot, except this time it wasn't a bear. He cleared the people out of the ring, and then a cage materialized in the middle of it, out of thin air.

Ryudo, who had been leaning up against a tree, extinguished his cigarette. He looked over his sunglasses and muttered a single word.

"Interesting."

The man, who looked like a circus ringmaster, pointed into the cage, inside was a scruffy looking young man.

"Whosoever bests this man in combat will gain One Thousand Dollars. Ten thousand to anyone who kills...ROY ATENWOOD!"


Scratch that, this couldn't be the same guy. The guy that did this when Ryudo had first shown up in New Orlands hadn't talked like that. Something was definitely up. That guy had to be more than met the eye. As Ryudo closed on te ring, he noticed the young man was wearing a collar, and his eyes were curiously dull. The collar looked mechanical, but Ryudo didn't put two and two together, as the ringmaster opened the cage, and the man screamed, pulled a giant sword from the floor of the cage, and revved it like a chainsaw.

"Goddamn...looks like my cue."

Ryudo sprang into action just as the man was going to strike a young woman, knocking the chainsaw sword away from the young woman's head and stopping the blade with his bare hands. Which were now bleeding, as the young man ripped the sword away, sending Ryudo flying into a tree.

The crowd lost the deer in the headlights stare and finally scattered. Screaming.

"Tough little shit, aren't ya? And here I came to the park unarmed."

He walked over to a park bench and wrenched it from the ground, hurling it at the young man who had cut the hell out of his left hand. That sword, he thought to himself, must be special. Not much was strong enough to pierce and Onimusha's hide, after all.

The park bench missed, as the young man, this Roy kid, hurled himself bodily at Ryudo, swinging his sword wildly. Ryudo managed to catch the sword flat between his palms and wrench it from the boy's grasp, turning on a dime and knocking the boy over the head with the hilt. The kid was out down.


Dropping the sword, Ryudo wondered just how much of that was instinct, and where he got such instinct FROM. But such things could wait, he yanked the kid up to his feet, and unfastened the collar, using it to bind his hands instead. The boy's body immediately went limp as soon as the collar was removed.

"That's...weird."

Now, he waited around for the boy to regain consciousness, and for the authorities to arrive.

[Guillotine]

Guillotine could already tell this was going to be a long day. There the irritated hellhound sat in the back of a taxi cab. The small car was making the long trip back to Jesse’s place. Guillotine had just come from the PIDA. The agency’s higher ups were not pleased with him. To his misfortune Jesse had ratted him out. Hearing this the agency decided to take immediate action to insure the hellhound didn't cause anymore trouble. After hours of tests the PIDA came up with a fairly simple solution.

They were going to drug him.

Looking a bit Sullen, Gil’s emerald eyes glared daggers at the small bottle of pills he held in his hand. Starting tomorrow he would have to take these damn things. It wouldn't be a problem if the hound wasn't feeling a bit anxious about what these pills would do to him. Sure, he’d been a druggy in the past. The male had been hopped up on more shit than he could count on one hand. However, Gil was rather skeptical of his new medication. He feared this drug was really going to mess him up. The hound could recall the PIDA saying that it would make him more human. Those words didn't set well with Guillotine. Would this drug strip him of his hellish worth? Or worse, would it destroy his true form? Thankfully, the medication was nothing more than a sedative. If anything this new drug would mellow him out and make him less aggressive towards others. Guillotine’s explosive anger backed by a killer instinct was what made him dangerous. If the organization could find a way to numb those intense emotions then Gil would be as close to a human as his species could get.

This pill was definitely better than the other alternative the PIDA had come up with. The damn organization wanted to get him neutered. Gil had nearly fainted after hearing that he could potentially lose his manhood. With that conversation fresh in his mind he could, at the very least, try the pills. If this sedative agent didn't work getting fixed would be the very last step before execution. The agency had already made it clear that they weren't going to tolerate anymore of Gil’s bullshit. They even went through the trouble of giving him a long winded speech about how he was an agent now and that they could pull the plug on him whenever they wanted. Gil thought they were basically making him their bitch. The hellhound let out a long sigh as he leaned against the car door. He began to wonder why the PIDA didn't kill him already. Did they really need him or was there more to this than what they were leading on? A pounding headache began to slowly take over the hound’s skull. He couldn't take much more of this stress, feeling a bit lethargic after the tests didn't help either. Just thinking about the future made Gil physically ill. He really needed some fresh air, fast.

It was fairly easy to convince the driver to pull over. All Gil had to do was flash a crisp new bill. Despite being told by the PIDA to take Guillotine home the greedy taxi driver took the bait and let Guillotine out at the park entrance. The hound slipped his meds' into his coat pocket and slipped out of the car. The male was slow at first but he eventually got his footing. It wasn't easy with that leg brace of his. With his cane in hand the beast began to limp into the park. This little detour wouldn't be too bad. The apartment complexes were a few blocks over. Gil figured he could make it on his own. A light grin appeared on the young man's face. Despite his handicap it felt good to be outside in the sunlight. As the male walked along he suddenly stopped in mid-step. Something had caught his attention almost minutes after entering the park.

Blood, he could smell blood. The scent hung thick in the stagnant city air. There was no doubt about it, what he was smelling was that oh so delicious crimson. Gil licked his lips with satisfaction. Being a natural born predator Guillotine’s nose could easily sniff out his prey by a single drop of blood. Finding the source to this bloody aroma would be a cakewalk. He was a PIDA agent now, right? That meant it was his duty to investigate a potential crime! Surly, Jessie would understand.

As Guillotine walked further into the park the whole rig setup became fairly familiar. Guillotine approached the crowd of panicking spectators, his tall frame grew tense with excitement. He’d promised the PIDA he wouldn't cause anymore trouble, but seeing this chaos unfold before him got the hound heated. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea? Gil could sense the humans' anxiety and smell their fear. This was all too much for him to handle right now. His rough hand plunged into his pocket and searched desperately for his stress ball. Unfortunately, he’d left it at Jesse’s place. “SHIT!” Gil barked, his temper began to flare. The beast was about to do something he would regret when those forest green eyes of his spotted a familiar face. “R-Ryudo!?”

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"Guillotine."

Great. Was he gonna have to fight the overconfident Hellhound, too? He knew what Guillotine was like, or at least had been like. He picked the chainsword up off the ground, holding the massive sword in one hand, and revved it. It seemed to draw magic energy from the air or something. He didn't know.

"Stay outta this. I'm waiting on the authorities, there's something supernatural going on, and there's gotta be some government agency that'll show up and try to cover it up. Also I like this sword. I'm keeping it."

He sighed. Guillotine would likely try and eat the kid that was starting to get up. Ryudo placed the chainsword near the boy's throat, and waited for him to say something.



"Kill me. DO IT YOU IDIOT KILL ME BASTARD!"


"Ha, right. One of those. Well then."

Ryudo pivoted on his heel and kicked the boy in the side of the head. The kid went down and stayed down this time. His head jerked at an unnatural angle, and for a moment he thought he had kicked him too hard and killed him, but ever so slowly the kid's head went back to normal.

He let out a sigh. Today was gonna be a long day.

[Guillotine]

This day was starting to become very interesting. Not only had Gil stumbled upon chaos in the park, but he also managed to run into an old friend. A friend that wasn't too happy to see him. When Ryudo turned to him the hellhound could tell the man didn't want him around. Though, who could blame him? Guillotine had caused the Onimusha trouble in the past. Soon Ryudo spoke, telling Gil to stay out of his fight and that he was waiting for the authorities to arrive. The hound chuckled at this. He didn't plan on fighting the young Onimusha. “Relax, I’m not here to fight.”

It wasn't like Gil could fight in his current condition anyway. Not after those grueling tests at the PIDA. The hellhound was too lethargic to even think about challenging Ryudo. Besides, he knew he would just get his ass handed to him like last time. Ryudo was one supernatural he didn't care to fuck with. However, with all the blood in the air his instinct might make him think otherwise. The hellhound attempted to beat his instinct down with little luck, that is, until Ryudo revved up that chainsward of his. The noise snapped his hellhound out of his internal feud. He eyed Ryudo warily. “W-What are you going to do with that?” Ryudo didn't need to answer. His actions made his intentions clear. “R-Ryudo?” Gil watched as he put the sward to the smaller man’s throat. Was Ryudo crazy!?

Ryudo glared down at the boy, almost as if he were waiting for a reply. Sure enough the little man spat a rather interesting comment. It was as if he were begging for death. Guillotine cocked his head to the side, looking rather confused. Was this man really wishing for death? Why? The hound watched in silence as Ryudo replied. His tone sounded a bit harsh, even for the hound’s taste. “H-Hey man, don’t do anything you might regret.” Didn't Ryudo say the authorities where coming? Couldn't the man just wait for them? Gil knew he didn't need to get wrapped up in this. If he got caught there would be hell to pay. Nervous, Guillotine’s eyes darted around in a futile attempt to locate the nearest escape routes. He wasn't about to go back to the PIDA’s prison, not now, not ever!

Gil was caught off guard when Ryudo kicked the smaller male. The hound couldn’t help but to question his own sanity after this. Did Ryudo just kill someone? Surely, the man was dead after a powerful kick like that. “WOH! HOLY SHIT!” Guillotine took a step back, staggering as he did so. He wasn'tquite sure if he was seeing things, but he was positive Ryudo just kicked the man so hard his head twisted into a very unnatural position. Gil never took Ryudo for a killer, but after seeing this anything was possible. “Are you a hypocrite, Ryudo?” The hellhound sneered. He remembered the Onimusha had given hell about killing people. Well, now he could eat his own words. “I thought you were better than this.” There was no way Gil was going to let the Onimusha live this down. Gil's nervousness seemed to leave when the man's head popped back into place. Amused, Guillotine limped over to the fallen man’s body and poked it with his cane.  He just couldn't help himself. “You really fucked him up.”