Chaos Night - Dual Devil (U12)

The neon-streaked Cadillac, adorned with razor wire and jagged armor, roared down the city street, flames shooting from the exhaust and super bass-boosted trap metal blaring out the speakers as its passengers cheered and hollered.

“Come ON, gimme the coke, Liz! I haven’t had a hit in ages!”

Liz smacked the girl’s hand away. “For the last time, Kaoru, no drugs before the heist!”

“Besides, if this goes well, we’ll have plenty of time afterward!” said Tommy, who was sitting next to Liz calibrating his custom pistol.

“You got the intel, right, Tommy?” asked Umar from the driver’s seat.

“Yep. We should be pulling into McMansion country in no time. Can’t wait to give those bougie bastards what they deserve!” he laughed.

As they moved into the rich side of the suburbs, Liz leaned out the window and pulled a Molotov cocktail from a compartment, lighting it and smashing it on the road, leaving a great pillar of fire behind them.

“THE KULT WILL COME FOR YOU! BE VERY AFRAID!” she screamed into the night before kicking back in her seat with a ridiculous grin. Oh, if only her dad could see her now… he would be so disappointed. God bless him, he was always against Chaos Night and the violence that accompanied it… but Liz McClary was never one to follow directions, especially when she was struggling to even pay rent on her apartment. She knew exactly why that was the case, besides, and if rich assholes would not pay their fair share, the KULT would take it, damn all those who stood in their way.

As they pulled up on the gaudy mansion that was their target, their car suddenly jolted as they hit a spike strip. Umar stopped the car, the tires shredded. A team of four Anarchs in fancy suits and smooth white masks emerged from the shadows, twirling polished tactical blades.

“Well, well! What do you think you’re doing in our neighborhood?” called the leader, a smug smirk in his voice and an MP5 in his hand.

“The Fixers…” whispered Umar. “Everyone! Grab the weapons from the trunk!” The crew did so and were ready just as the Fixers reached them, Liz in particular taking a weapon she had built herself from one of her old baseball bats and a pair of heavy-duty sawblades-- a weapon she had christened the Dual Devil.

“I’ll ask you again: what do grasping, greedy slum rats think they’re doing in our neighborhood?”

“Exactly what you thought you were doing in our neighborhood last year,” said Kaoru.

“There's a difference. You exist only to feed those born greater than you,” said the lead Fixer, approaching them and raising his gun. “Thus has always been the order of America since its founding.”

Liz smiled back from behind her own mask. “This is chaos, not order. You don’t take from us, we take from you.”

Before anyone could react, she summoned all the strengt