“Grow up brave and live a long life, alright?”
‘. . . Huh?’ The world around him was dim, but Kage could hear a voice in his mind.
“I will mom, I promise.”
‘My . . . memories?’
“You’re strong; you can survive on your own.”
‘この声 . . . お母さん？’ (That voice . . . Mother?)
“Grow up strong, you got that Kagekao? I know you’ll do well.”
Kage opened his eyes slowly. The door had opened once again and more police had come inside. Doku was trying to fight them off, a little ways in front of Kage.
Kage looked down at the photo in the puddle of blood. Their voices . . . he could remember their voices . . .
He reached out slowly and picked up the photo.
“Photos are very special; they are windows to memories, and memories are your own special treasures to keep.”
He looked at the photo, at his parents; he could remember them. He could remember their voices and their faces. Kage reached down and put the photo back into his pocket. Then he put his hand on the ground and tried to gather up his strength.
The sights and sounds of the world around him slowly came back to him. The noises slowly grew louder to their actual volume; they were the sounds of people shouting, of gun shots, of screams of pain and anger. He could see Doku fighting, bleeding from several wounds. He could see the policemen shooting rapidly, and some cars outside.
And he could hear voices and memories running through his mind; memories that he had so longed to remember for years.
“We love you, Kage.”
Kage pushed himself against the wall, using it to help him slowly get to his feet. Blood was still pouring from him, staining the ground and wall, but he managed to stand. His face reappeared on his mask; it was on the black side. It was happy and fulfilled.
“Grow up brave and live a long life, alright?”
He was breathing hard, blood dripping from his mouth and down his neck. The face on the mask changed from the black side to the white side; now showing a malicious smile. His claws unsheathed and clicked against the wall.
“I will, mom. I promised.”
With this said he let out a bloodcurdling demonic screech. Everyone stopped, frozen in fear and sudden shock.
Kage pounced, blood trailing through the air behind him. He landed on one of the police who had entered the building. Kage grabbed the gun from his hand and shot two others who had entered, killing them instantly. Then he shot the one he had landed on, ending his life as well.
Recovering from the shock, the remaining policemen began to fire at Kage. Blood splashed on the ground, but none of it was Kage’s. He jumped to the side and dodged the bullets coming at him, Kage used the gun he had picked up to kill one more of them, and wound two others.
Kage left the wounded ones to die and ran outside. This newfound memory willed him to keep going, no matter how much it hurt. Even though the pain was unbearable, Kage continued to fight; he had promised.
Outside, the remaining men, about five of them, had different reactions. Two of them tried to shoot, the other three, frightened of this blood covered demon, tried to flee. Kage pounced onto one of the scared ones, grabbing their gun. One of the ones that were frightened jumped into one of the police cars and tried to start it, Kage shot the tires out. The other one that was frightened managed to start the car, and started to race away.
Before they could make it ten feet, Kage leapt onto the hood of the car and then crawled inside. The man screamed, and tried to shoot him; but Kage snatched the gun out of his hand and threw it out the window. He grabbed the wheel and began to steer the car. The man, in his horrified state, pressed down on the accelerator.
Kage cackled and steered the car towards the two policemen who were brave enough to fight, they didn’t react fast enough and were hit by the speeding car. Blood streaked the windshield, Kage let out a deranged laugh.
The other one who had tried to drive away, but had his tires shot out, was still in his car. Kage aimed the car towards that one, and it sped towards it. Right before the collision, Kage jumped out of the car. The two cars met, smashing both of them and killing the passengers.
They were all dead now.
Kage stood in the middle of it all, the blood, gore, bodies, and rubble. He was drenched in blood; it soaked his clothing and ran down his mask. His claws were fully unsheathed and twitching, a few pieces of flesh clung to some of them.
Meanwhile Doku was watching him; paralyzed by shock, awe, and amazement.
Kage looked around at it all, it was . . . amazing.
“ケケケー . . .” (-Laughter-)
Kage fell to the ground, the blood from his wounds joining the blood on the ground. He wanted to look at the photo again, but he didn’t have to; the image was burned in his mind. Small memories were also playing back in his mind.
They were back. Finally, they were back; after all these years of waiting and searching. He could remember them again; they were back in his memory. It was like they were with him again, and everyone was happy.
“Kage, never forget that your parents love you, and we always will.”
A tear rolled down his face from his eye and mixed with the blood all around him. His mask began to fade once more, but before he fell into unconsciousness he managed to reply to the memory.
“I know you do, and I love you too . . . and I always will . . .”