The train pushed on as one of the cabs was a blood bath. A woozy UV, losing so much blood it was a miracle he was still standing, was attempting to fix himself as much as he could. There was a medkit in one of the bathrooms. After checking for any cameras. Jackie stripped to see the damage. The bullet was still lodged in his side, same with the thigh shot. He fished tweezers from the kit. He took cigarettes and a lighter earlier, so he smoked to take some edge off as he dug in his thigh. The pain was harsh, his jaw clenching almost broke the cigarette. He eventually found the bullet dripping with blood and tossed it. He closed the wound by using some old can nearby and heating the metal with the lighter, then pressing it down on his thigh. It sizzled like bacon, and it reeked of burnt skin and hair, but the bleeding stopped.
The same for his side. He almost passed out, but he finished the job. After wrapping himself he got his costume back on. Was he ready for the docks? No. But Dan had to die that night. If he lives, Rossi would be sure to send him after Jackie. Eventually, the train stopped as they reached the outside, the bridge overlooking the streets below. The conductor opened the doors, allowing UV to escape into the night, going on foot to reach the docks. Lucky for him it took no longer than 30 minutes. It was chilly. Maybe it was the lack of blood, but Jackie shivered, seeing his breath with each exhale. Reaching the docks, it was swarming with yakuza. Jackie snuck in, using the cover of night to get closer.
Eventually, Dan made an appearance. He was speaking to a bilingual yakuza member, armed with a rifle. Dan was smoking, looking out into the formless, infinite sea. "Oi, been out here awhile. Sure your contact is coming?"
"Yes," the gang member said. "It has been a chaotic night. He wants to make sure our little problem is solved."
Dan scoffed. "Ultraviolence? The cunt is dead. No way he survives fucking gangs."
"Really? What's the status then?"
"He's on a train. The Koreans already know where it's stopping. He's dead to rights."
The man smirked. "Good."
Good indeed, Jackie thought. He almost felt honored for such a turnout that night. The fear is what he saw. All he needed was to exploit it. UV stuck to the shadows, pulling his knife out as if he was planning his slasher film. His job was to pick off as many yazkuza as he could. Make them terrified of Ultraviolence.
He crept, watching them move in patrols. Reaching the electrical box that controls the power of the docks, he slashed it, plunging the area into complete darkness. He hid behind a box, eyes trained on that box. A flashlight appeared, growing larger as foot steps joined it. A lone yakuza man grumbled as he found out what happened. Before he could yell for help, he saw it. Two eyes, staring back at him. The darkness had vision. And it looked deadly. He yelled as the blade went deep in his chest, ripping his heart apart. UV disappeared, letting the rest of the guys see the man. They all know who killed him.
The yakuza who remained yelled commands at each other, possibly making it urgent to find UV and end his killing spree. But it didn't end. One by one, the men heard screaming, begging, and the shuffles of feet were everywhere but nowhere. There were fifteen of the guys at the docks. Two remained. One of the thugs crept around with his rifle, taking slow steps to not alert anyone. He stopped as he reached a corner. He stared into the void. Nothing laid beyond it. No ground. No crates. It was as if the world didn't even exist beyond that line. And UV could be waiting, taunting. The thug heard footsteps behind him. Panicked, he turned and fired. The bullets ripped into his own friend, making him collapse with a hard thud. As he bled out, the shooter ran up to him, attempting to aid him.. The victim's shaky hand pointed at something behind the shooter. Turning slowly…
It was Ultraviolence. Smiling. Bloody knife in hand.
Dan heard the commotion. He already told the bilingual one to warn his bosses. His arms were crossed, leaning next to the crate that had the gift inside. He used his car lights to illuminate the area he wanted to stay in. "Oi!" he yelled. "I ain't going anywhere. You want this? You get through me."
UV appeared from the shadows, walking up with his blade soaked in crimson. He attempted to hide his panting, showing exhaustion. He just stared at him, then the crate.
"Look who it is. The masked cunt. Had one hell of a night huh? I don't know how you survived it, but your little story stops tonight." Dan pulled out a long, heavy bowie knife. "Let's make this interesting."
Both men circled each other. Dan, hopping around full of energy, and Jackie, sucking in air desperately to regain some energy after the blood loss. Dan started aggressive, swiping at UV with wild haymakers. He sliced nothing but air, but Jackie was so tired. He drove his shoulder into Dan, stumbling him a bit. Jackie attempted to rush into overhand thrust, but Dan blocked it with his knife, kicking Jackie in his bandaged ribs for his trouble. Jackie was on the defensive, sparks flying with each attack blocked with Dan getting more aggressive by the second. He could see blood in the water.
Dan cut Jackie's cheek and again sent his boot against Jackie's chest, making him fall against Dan's car. He went for a finishing blow, but Jackie moved his upper body at the perfect time, making Dan stab his car. Jackie headbutt the thug hard, cracking skulls in the worst way. Dan staggered back without the knife, holding his busted nose. Jackie attempted to take advantage, but Dan was dodging everything. When he missed another knife attack, Dan rocked Jackie with a knee to the gut. The internal bleeding returned. Jackie collapsed to the ground. He was leaking blood from his mouth, he couldn't breathe as well. Dan laughed. "This all you got, cunt? You survived all this, just to die right here."
Jackie got up, his feet like jelly. He tried to shake it off, but he was just too spent. Dan rocketed a punch right UV's jaw, followed by a left. Dan then threw shots at his sides, making his ribs scream in agony. Jackie threw a weak punch, but Dan just laughed and hit Jackie with another hook, sending him to the ground, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. He tried to get up again, but his arms gave out. "Get up!" Dan taunted, mockingly kicking UV's head "Get the fuck up!"
Jackie crawled over to the container, using whatever he could to get on his feet. As more crimson leaked down UV's face, he started laughing. "You dumb motherfucker."
Dan looked on in confusion. "What you on about?"
Jackie answered his question by pulling out his glock and popping Dan in the legs, making him fall with a thud on the concrete. He didn't exactly yell in pain. Just grunted as he realized his leg was now useless. "Huh. A vigilante with no honor?" He joked as he crawled to his car.
UV limped over to the man and pistol whipped him on the jaw, forcing a more painful grunt out of Dan. "Yuliana. Who's she?"
Dan laughed. "You can torture me all you want, cunt. I won't say a fucking word."
While he would love to test that theory, he's much too spent to make it hurt. He started digging in Dan's pockets, finding a phone. "You don't have to say anything."
As Dan groaned with another hit over the head with his pistol, Jackie walked over to the crate and opened it, revealing a crate full of women. All varying sizes, age, and dress. Some looked to be taken at night, still in their sleep clothes. Some were taken in casual wear, maybe off the street. Most looked to be in party dresses or outfits. Jackie could guess how Dan acquired those women. Dan, weakened, taunted. "Impressive, right? More pussy than you could ever imagine!"
Jackie ignored him, just shocked, looking at the terrified faces of all those women. Their looks told a story words could never. Their hell was over, physically. It's the mental scars that last.
One of the women who realized UV wasn't a gang member spoke up. "Who…?"
"Doesn't matter." UV said. "You need to go."
"Not while he's alive." Another said.
Jackie smirked, looking over at Dan, a look of frustration grew as he knew the end was near. "Do what you must."
The women walked out, surrounding Dan, still bleeding on the ground. They looked at each other, then nodded. The women who wore heels took their shoes off and handed it to whoever needed it. Dan's face turned to horror. "The fuck?!"
They charged him, beating him relentlessly with the heels. They hit his head, bashed his eye in, broke his nose more, jabbed his ribs and sides, some kicked and forced the heel in Dan's crotch, much to his dismay. They didn't stop until he could no longer scream, and even then, they still hit him a few more times after. Jackie watched on, with their display of violence justified in his eyes. One of the women talked to him as they approached. "Where do we go?"
Jackie thought of the group Rose helps, Women of New York. "I know a place."