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Post by JAGuar on Nov 13, 2004 19:16:38 GMT -5
“Obviously somebody is setting you up.” Jr. said to Russ after hearing his tale. It was a long tale, too. Apparently Russ was having more trouble than ever thought possible with this theoretically simple plan. “You’re telling me.” Russ said, reading over that note again. “So your extortionists didn’t even show up to their own meeting?” Jr. asked again, making sure he got all the details. “Nope....” Russ started, then changing pace. “Well, maybe. Like I said, I got there and the kid was dead. He seemed so familiar.” Jr. just shrugged this off. He had not yet heard of the death of Darik Jr. and was not really concerned with it at the time. “And the syringe?” Jr. pressed. “I should have it right here.” Russ said. He checked his right side pocket and found nothing but a chain of keys. Then he checked his left side pocket and found some spare change. He checked both his back pockets and only pulled out his wallet. “Well,” Jr. started, getting annoyed, “where is it?” “I can’t find it.” Russ squeaked. “What?” Jr. shouted. “Hold on!” Russ interrupted. “It might be in the pants I was wearing that day. All I know is I didn’t take it out. Let me go get it.” Jr. waited as Russ went into his room and pulled out his pants. Russ came back out with his pants in left hand and his right hand searching for the item. Again, he turned out nothing. He was starting to get really desperate now. “It’s not in here, either.” Russ said nervously. “Are you sure?” Jr. pressed. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Russ started, “I guess I didn’t look in the imaginary pockets. Oh look! Not there either! Now I’m sure, because I sure as hell wasn’t sure two seconds ago! What are we gonna do? Someone’s gonna find it and link it to me! They’re gonna hang me for killing people that I didn’t even kill! I’m too important to die!” “Let’s not panic!” Jr. screamed, interrupting Russ’s rant. “Let’s just sit and think.” They both sat at Russ’s kitchen table and started to work out theories. “It might be in my jacket!” Russ said, standing up quickly and almost hitting his head on the overhanging lamp. “Did you wear a jacket?” Jr. asked. “....No.” Russ said, sitting down in a defeated position. “So you lost the thing?” Jr. reiterated. “I guess I did.” Russ said apologetically. “Well, this is just great!” Jr. yelled at his companion. “I send you to do a simple job. I even supply you with the means to do this job. And what do you do? You screw it up! Just like you’ve been screwing everything up lately!” “I’m not the only one!” Russ shouted back. “It was your fault that we got framed. If you weren’t watching those two kids fighting and told me about it, I never would have gotten that dumb idea in my head.” “That’s so immature,” Jr. retorted, “you’re blaming all your problems on me. What could be the possible point of blaming all your problems on me. I mean, does it really turn the clock back and fix everything? Or are you just too much of a coward to take it like a man?” “Don’t call me a coward!” Russ yelled, clinching his fists. “Or what?” Jr. asked. “You’re gonna become violent? You’re gonna attack me? You’re gonna kill me? What the hell happens when you have to handle all this stuff by yourself, huh? You’d be dead by now if it wasn’t for me!” “Let’s not fight.” Russ said weakly. Jr. stopped and stared, wide eyed at his friend. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” Jr. said, “it’s just I’ve been extremely angry lately.” “It must be something in the air.” Russ added. “I hope that’s all it is, friend.” Jr. said. “Me, too,” Russ started, “all we have is each other. You’re right, I wouldn’t be able to take care of myself without you there to help me out.” “Well, we just need to figure out how to make this problem go away.” Jr. said in a tone of finality. “How are we gonna do that?” Russ asked. “You just go back to your normal life and let me take care of these two extortionists. If they ever write you again or threaten again, I’ll kill them myself.” “Really?” Russ asked, unbelievably. He had never seen Jr. kill anyone before. “I’m in this just as much as you are.” Jr. said simply. “What about the person who’s framing me?” Russ asked. “Wouldn’t that be the same as the people who threatened you?” Jr. asked. “I don’t really think so,” Russ started, “this doesn’t seem connected. I think the two that are threatening me just want some monetary value from me, this person seems to want me out of the picture.” Jr. nodded in agreement. It never occurred to either of them that it was all just coincidental and there was no conspiracy theory against Russ. That’s what happens when there are two inexperienced con artists trying to play in the major leagues.
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Post by JAGuar on Nov 14, 2004 13:25:21 GMT -5
Engzom looked around the table of his most trusted minions. He wouldn’t just let any one person into his group, they knew they had to gain his trust first and everyone here had. On his right sat his twin brother, Droech. In the few short weeks he had been back, he had grown accustomed to living as a villain once again. On the left of Engzom there was his personal bodyguard, Rex. Droech’s personal bodyguard, Amy, sat at his left hand side. Across from Amy sat the chief of security, Bronze. Next to Bronze was his second in command, Mohawk. On the right side of Amy was the last member of the table and the scientist in the group, Brainy. He had not killed anyone for Engzom, but he had proven himself in other ways. He was the one who found out how to call up Eispyg and he was the one who suggested the Triple E’s start using human weapons. Of course, no matter how tough any of his henchmen were, they would never speak up out of turn. This wasn’t out of respect, this was out of fear. Engzom didn’t diddle daddle with respect, that was for the weak who couldn’t control their people, Engzom used fear and an iron fist to keep his people in line. “Welcome, my followers!” He announced, extending his hand to allow the members to get a glimpse of the dimly lit room. “Now, as I’m sure most of you know, we are met to discuss our strategy.” “Strategy for what?” Mohawk asked. Bronze elbowed him in the stomach, but Engzom approved of the question. He always appreciated the shock value more. “We’re gonna take over the Dermian Center,” he said simply and just like he suspected, Mohawk’s eyes widened in greedy anticipation, “don’t worry. It will be very violent, with a lot of fighting. You’ll get your chance to bash in a few heads.” The members in the hall all cheered at this and slammed their mugs together. Engzom was again annoyed by this showing of unpleasant buffoonery. “Don’t leave a single one of them left alive.” Engzom ordered his men. They all grinned at each other after hearing these words. “Did you do as I ordered, Bronze?” Engzom asked his chief of security. “Of course, and as soon as you told me to do it,” Bronze answered, bowing his head. Engzom particularly liked this one, he had unwavering loyalty to Engzom’s cause, “I went out and scouted the Dermian Center. They have somewhere between 6 and 12 guards scouting the grounds at any given point in time, and they have sensors and high tech weaponry that they plan to use against us. Before we do all that, though, we have to get over the wall. It’s made out of marble and is 20 feet in the air with barb wire at both sides of the bottom of the wall. There are only two gates to enter and exit the Center. That’s all I could determine from where I was standing.” Engzom appreciated the in depth report and thought to himself that it was more than just “all he could do” it was more than what was expected. Engzom had no idea that the Dermian Defenders had those types of defenses at their disposal. “Well, they’ve obviously changed a lot in the last two years.” Droech said, interrupting Engzom’s thoughts. “No matter,” Engzom declared, “we know their defenses. They don’t have anymore tricks to pull out of their sleeves, not like last time.” Everyone in the room nodded their heads in agreement. “So, how are we gonna do this?” Mohawk asked, ready for action. “Well, we need to storm the building,” Engzom explained, “and then kill them all, probably during one of their six men shifts. I’m betting that their guards are all under the age of 22 which means they’re just youngsters and un-experienced. We kill the guards then we go for the dormitories. We kill as many dermians in their sleep as we can, we don’t want any of us dying. As soon as they set off the alarm though, we must be prepared to fight, but like I said earlier, kill as many as you can, and leave no one alive. They’ll set out their mightiest warriors, because I’m sure they wont be sleeping in the dormitories just in case we do invade. They started it, and they can start it again, it is imperative that we finish them off. If you have to choose between a young face and one of the founding members, go for the latter and don’t forget my orders. You got that?” “Aye!” All the others in the room answered in unison. “Leave Rer to me.” Droech said, only seriousness in his tone. “And Darik to me....” Bronze added, remembering his last encounter with his giant counter-part. “As long as we’re calling dibs,” Rex started, “I want to take T-bone. He’s sure to be there and we have a score to settle.” “I don’t mind,” Engzom said in reply, “just as long as you leave Keir to me.” They all nodded in agreement, knowing that they each had a personal score to settle. Although it would have been helpful if they still had Radar on their side. “Foolish plans for foolish people,” a drawn out voice said from the darkness of the room, “you really think that’ll work?” “Who’s there?” Engzom yelled. “I’m disappointed in you, Engzom,” the voice started, “I figured you’d recognize my voice by now.” In truth Engzom did not recognize the voice, but it did sound familiar. “What do you want?” Engzom asked, changing his line of questioning. “I just want to help, my old friend.” The voice said. All of a sudden, most of the dermians in the room jumped at the site of the figure coming out of the shadows as if he just appeared from thin air. “Sting Ray!” Engzom yelled, all horror forgotten in his rage. “I told you not to come back!” “And believe me, I had no intention of doing so,” Sting Ray said with a smirk, “but I needed to make a proposition.” “I shall not hear anymore of your cowardly words!” Engzom yelled, motioning to his men to kill Sting Ray. Sting Ray laughed hysterically. All of a sudden, a cold chill came over the room and most of Engzom’s men froze in terror. He was happy to notice that his brother and Bronze did not freeze in terror. They both made for Sting Ray, jumping from both sides. Sting Ray vanished and re-appeared behind the two colliding bodies. Droech tried to reach out and cut Sting Ray but suddenly found himself and Bronze back in their seats at the table. “Now will you listen?” Sting Ray asked, bored of the futile attempts to stop him. “You’re not a magical being,” Engzom pointed out, “how the hell did you do all that?” “It’s nice of you to notice,” Sting Ray said, grinning, “but that question will be answered later. For now, it will suffice for you to know that you can’t hurt me, no matter how many of your men weren’t scared just from the mere breath of me.” This had embarrassed Engzom a bit. It was true, most of his loyal subjects were scared to death of Sting Ray, if not all of them. “Fine, say what you’ve come to say.” Engzom said angrily. “Oh, sounds like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Sting Ray teased. “Just say it or I’ll kill you myself!” Engzom shouted. This had stopped Sting Ray’s boisterous laughter. “Fine,” he said, turning to Engzom, “here’s the deal. You guys want to take over the center, I want to help out.” “Why?” Engzom asked, not liking this already. “Would you believe me if I said it was just for old time’s sake?” Sting Ray asked mockingly. “No.” Engzom said seriously. Sting Ray looked stung by this. It wasn’t any fun if they didn’t go along with it. “As you all know, when Vark destroyed my queen along with my whole hive, I lost most of my power.” Everyone in the room knew this fact very well. “After that happened and you kicked me on the streets for being a weakling, I decided to regain my power. Considering I had enemies everywhere I turned, I thought it’d be smarter if I could get the upper hand. Shortly after I started my search I found a powerful gypsy. I think you’ve met him, his name is Eispyg.” At the sound of the name, Engzom sat up, back straight. He was interested now. “I thought you’d recognize that name,” Sting Ray said, nodding his approval, “anyway, what Eispyg didn’t tell you when you employed him was that he wanted to become an arch magus. Now, you may not know that it is damn near impossible for a gypsy to become and arch magus. And not because of their inability to do so, but because the Council of Forty would never allow this to happen. However, Eispyg has certain...ways of getting around that. “The only way for a gypsy to become an arch magus without the Council of Forty realizing it is if he steals the power from someone else. There just so happens to be a pair of twins that have more power than you, I or even they realize. Eispyg needs their ingrown psychic powers to deceive the Council of Forty. “Eight years ago, Eispyg employed me to capture the children. I killed dozens trying to get to them and then one night, I made a gigantic error. I killed a friend of their parents and set a curtain on fire, burning the house down. Somehow, they unknowingly used their powers to hide them from Eispyg’s all-knowing gaze. He grew angry and damn near killed me. I got out, though it was a lot of hard work. “Recently, Eispyg learned of the twin’s continuing existence and has come back to me to remake the offer that we agreed upon all those years ago. Of course, I accepted, how could I refuse?” This last comment had gained Engzom’s curiosity. “What was he going to do for you, Sting Ray?” Engzom asked. “After he gained his power, he was going to restore my old power. He promised. And as we all know, gypsies are forced to keep their promises. It is physically impossible for them to break a promise.” It’s supposed to be impossible for a gypsy to become an arch magus, too. Engzom thought to himself, but did not share it with Sting Ray. Engzom knew that Sting Ray would pay for his condolence when Eispyg did get what he wanted.
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Post by JAGuar on Nov 14, 2004 13:25:34 GMT -5
“Just continue.” Engzom said instead. This tale was getting him interested. “Well, like I said, we are now looking for these twins again.” Sting Ray reiterated, finished. Engzom really expected more. “How is all this: the Dermian Defenders, Eispyg wanting power from the twins, how is it connected?” Engzom said, trying hard to understand. “My poor foolish Engzom,” Sting Ray started, “it’s simple. The two twins that Eispyg and I are after, Tao and Aon, are running out of options. They’re now staying with Keir and his friends at the Dermian Center. So, here’s the proposition. Eispyg and I help you break in and you don’t kill Tao and Aon. That way, we all win.” Engzom really liked the sound of this proposition, but didn’t quite trust it.
“So how are you gonna help us?” Engzom asked. “Simple,” Sting Ray answered, “Eispyg will tear down the walls and disable the technology. The rest should be a piece of cake. Especially if I’m fighting beside you.” “Wait!” Droech shouted. “You are not fighting beside me! I can’t trust you, you sold me out!” “That was Radar,” Sting Ray pointed out, “and I’m not that stupid or weak.” Everyone in the room grew silent, and they all turned to stare at Engzom, waiting for an answer. Engzom just sat there for a while, deliberating the proposal over and over again to himself. After what seemed like an eternity, Engzom spoke up. “We’ll do it,” Engzom started, “as long as Eispyg promises not to bother us once he becomes all powerful.” “Fine, done!” Sting Ray said without hesitation. “Do you understand the plan?” “You help us attack the Dermian Center and we make sure not to kill Tao and Aon and we help you catch them. Eispyg wont interfere but you’ll fight side by side with us. After words, you promise to leave us alone and will not try to destroy us when you’ll undoubtedly be destroying the rest of the world.” “Very good!” Sting Ray said impressed. “Now, I must depart, for there is much to do in preparation.” With his word put into the minds of all, Sting Ray stepped back into the shadows he was hiding in and vanished from the room. Engzom knew Sting Ray was gone because the cold chill was lifted. “We’re not gonna really do that, are we brother?” Droech asked. “No,” Engzom said, looking at his minions, “we’ll use them to help us, but as soon as we get in, I want you to kill him Bronze. Do it as fast as you can, because he’s a tricky one. And don’t let your guard down. When you get done, Darik will be waiting for you. This, I promise.” “Sweet!” Mohawk said in appreciation. Engzom did not appreciate the stupidity of this particular minion, but he did appreciate the enthusiasm and just passed the stupidity off as a sign of the young. “Do we all understand the plan?” Engzom asked. Once he saw that none of his minions interjected he finished his thought. “Great. Let’s start preparing. Bronze! Start training all the men and women. Two times a day, and I don’t want to hear any of them complaining. If they do, kill them. Understand?” Bronze nodded his head. “Brainy! Start working on plans to get into the Center in case Eispyg catches on to us. We’ll need a plan B just in case something bad happens. When the night of the attack is over, I don’t want a single Dermian Defender left alive. Got it?” “Aye!” All of the others in the room shouted in unison once again. They again slammed their mugs together in excitement.
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Post by JAGuar on Nov 14, 2004 13:26:10 GMT -5
Boxer and Furbal waited outside of Russ’s apartment until he left for work. They were gonna do some snooping and now seemed as good a time as any. They had been monitoring Russ for the last three weeks so they knew his whole schedule, they even knew when he tended to have to pee. Two months have passed since the death of Darik Jr. and most of the dermians in the Center have gone back to their regular lives. T-bone and Keir started to train Rof, but took a different approach. They made a sign up sheet for all would-be trainees to request to take lessons. So now, instead of a private tutoring type of thing, they actually had classes to deal with. The attack on the Center has not occurred and no one living there even suspects is gonna happen. Tao and Aon have fit in quite nicely and have started to hang out with Blake and Kipp. They were all out taking lessons from Keir at the moment so Boxer and Furbal had the whole day to do what they had to do. Boxer and Furbal were sitting back to back and Boxer had fallen asleep. It was about 8:00 in the morning and he was a heavy sleeper. The door to Russ’s apartment opened and out walked Russ and Jr. They were talking to each other, seemingly about something completely random that any regular best friends would talk about. Perhaps debating a sports game or commenting on the weather. Furbal knew that wasn’t what they were talking about though, he knew what was really going on inside those heads. No one could ever guess what type of evil genius schemes occurred when those two were together.
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Post by JAGuar on Nov 14, 2004 13:26:49 GMT -5
“What day is it?” Russ asked his companion. The much taller Jr. stared down at his friend and indicated the pocket calendar that he had given Russ not three minutes ago. “Oh!” Russ said. Jr. noticed how Russ had been acting oddly lately and wondered if that seemingly endless amount of stupidity was just a temporary side effect to all the stress or if Russ wasn’t the right choice for the leader of the Center after all. “Sometimes I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you.” Jr. said, mostly to himself. Russ pretended not to hear this statement. “I think I’ll walk to work today.” Russ said, looking up at the clear blue sky. “It is nice out.” Jr. added, feeling the warm breeze against his skin. “Well, you ready to go?” Russ asked his friend. “What’s the big hurry?” “No big hurry,” Russ answered, “it’s just the way I figure it, the faster I get there, the faster the day ends. I just want to sit at home and work on my novel.” “You didn’t tell me you were working on a novel,” Jr. said impressed, “what’s it about?” “It’s about this guy named Roland Deschain who teams up with three New Yorkers to save the universe from an evil being known as “The Crimson King.” Russ answered. Jr. stood there a while, staring dumb founded. “That sounds a lot like Stephen King’s “Dark Towers” series.” Jr. said slowly. “It is,” Russ said in agreement, “It’s a big book though. I’m almost done with it.” “I guess we can talk about how you choose to word ideas on the walk over to the hospital.” Jr. said, indicating Russ to get going. Russ did as was instructed and headed out beside Jr.
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Post by JAGuar on Nov 14, 2004 13:28:54 GMT -5
Furbal saw the two evil masterminds take their leave. He noticed they weren’t taking the car. No matter, that just meant they’d get back later, buying him and Boxer more time to snoop. “Boxer, wake up,” he whispered, but it was to no avail, “Boxer, wake up you goon!” He elbowed Boxer in the back and Boxer woke with a start. “What’s going on?” He said yawning. “Who’s there?” He got himself ready to go back to sleep when Furbal slapped his arm. “Ow!” He shouted. “What’d you do that for?” “For being stupid.” Furbal answered. “Russ and Jr. are finally leaving, we’ve got a job to do, remember?” “Do we hafta?” Boxer whined. “Yes we have to,” Furbal answered, “we’ve been spying on this guy for three weeks for this exact purpose. It was your idea to find out what the hell was going on.” “But no one’s died recently.” Boxer argued feebly. “What?” Furbal asked unbelievably. “No one’s died recently? What kind of dumbass reason is that? The point is, he’s killed two people, Boxer. Maybe even more. And they’re might be more to come.” “Okay, I guess you’re right.” Boxer said grudgingly. I’m not getting back to sleep now anyway. He thought to himself irritated.
Quickly and as silently as they could, they ran across the distance between the tree they were sitting in and Russ’s back window. Furbal motioned to Boxer to take care of it. Boxer pulled back his fist to break it and Furbal stopped him. “What are you doing?” Furbal asked. “I’m getting us into the house.” Boxer answered, pulling his arm back again. “But then he’ll know that we were here.” “You got a better idea?” Boxer asked. “As a matter of fact, I do,” Furbal answered, “I was just gonna have you move that dumpster over so we could get into his basement.” “Oh,” Boxer said, “I didn’t realize.” “No duh.” Boxer moved the dumpster off of the basement doors and Furbal picked the lock with his pocket knife. “Good thing I spent all that time practicing, huh?” Furbal asked, grinning up at Boxer. “Yeah, yeah.” Boxer said, motioning for Furbal to hurry up and get them in. Furbal let Boxer go in before him and closed the door before going down the stairs that led to the basement. They walked down the narrow hallway and came to a blocking. The opening was blocked by a book case. “Knock it down.” Furbal told Boxer. Boxer took two steps back to gain momentum. He ran full speed towards the blockade, whatever it was and flattened himself against it. He fell to the floor and gripped his aching arm. “What’s wrong?” Furbal asked. “It’s made out of steel.” Boxer answered, clutching his shoulder. It looked to Furbal like he tore it out of it’s socket. “You might want to fix that.” Furbal said, immediately regretting his advice. He knew what was to come next. When most 10 year old kids tear their arms out of their sockets, they scream and cry until their mother comes to get them, then they go see a doctor and get a cast. Boxer wasn’t an ordinary 10 year old kid, though. With no more than a whimper coming out of his mouth, Boxer stood up, grabbed his left shoulder with his right arm and turned his head away. Furbal was forced to do the same thing. As quick as he could, Boxer used all the strength of his right hand to pop his shoulder back into it’s socket and grimaced a little as Furbal heard that sickening pop. “You all better now?” Furbal asked cautiously. “I’ll be fine.” Boxer answered. “Well, now what are we gonna do?” Furbal asked, leaning on the blockade. He was startled when it gave way and shook a little. It wasn’t wedged anymore. “I’m going at it again.” Boxer said, popping his neck and biceps. “Dude, I don’t think you can take another hit.” Furbal said. “I don’t think that blockade can take another hit.” Boxer added. Without anything else said between them, Boxer again took a couple of steps back to build momentum. He again charged at the door. Furbal couldn’t stand seeing it again, he had to close his eyes. He waited to hear the crunch of bones breaking against the steel door. Instead he heard nothing. Boxer stood there, this time his arm was bleeding. He had to have hit it twice as hard, but it was still standing. “Well, now what do we do?” Furbal asked. Boxer put one finger into the air to silence him and to tell him to wait a moment. Furbal could only stand there, staring helplessly as Boxer caught his breath and pulled his arm back. “You can’t punch-!” Furbal started, but he was interrupted by the loud bang of Boxer’s fist meeting the door. Boxer jumped back in recoil and the steel blockade fell at the same time. Furbal was amazed at this showing of strength. He went over to make sure Boxer was okay. Boxer laid on the ground, screaming, clutching his left hand. “Are you okay?” Furbal asked, concerned. “I think it’s broken.” Boxer said, through clenched teeth. The tears were starting to come now, but he was trying to hide them. “How bad?” “Bad!” Boxer answered. “Let me see.” Furbal said, getting on his knees beside his oversized friend. He put a hand to check Boxer’s hand and Boxer drew back. Furbal rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a big baby.” He said, gripping Boxer’s wrist. He gently squeezed Boxer’s hand and then the pain really hit. Boxer screamed like Furbal had never heard anyone scream before. Not only was his hand broken, but none of his bones were even connected. It felt to Boxer like they were just floating around, only being held together by skin and muscle. This time, Boxer was not trying to hide the tears coming from his eyes. The pain was too great. “You have to see a doctor, now!” Furbal said, starting to freak out. “First, you get what we came for!” Boxer shouted. “I know that Kipp and Blake sent him a letter that was meant to freak him out. If it’s in there, than that’s all the motive we need to get him out of here. Go!” Furbal hurried up and went into the basement.
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Post by JAGuar on Nov 14, 2004 13:29:45 GMT -5
Furbal knew that the paper wouldn’t be in the basement, so went upstairs into Russ’s kitchen. Furbal spotted a tiny trash can by a drum table that was beside Russ’s front door. He quickly ran over to the trash can and dug through the bag. It had been recently changed. Why he thought that the note would still be in there was not known to him. The whole idea was ridiculous. Furbal headed back towards the stairs that go down to the basement and stopped in his tracks. He got a crazy idea. He ran back to the trash can and moved it over. He found not one but dozens of rolled up papers. He got down and started looking through them. Most of them were bills that Russ obviously didn’t want. He finally found the paper he was looking for and headed back towards the stairs. He got to the stairway when he stopped himself again, his momentum nearly sending him tumbling down. He ran back to the trash can and moved it back to where it was. He then looked around the room to make sure that everything was where it should. Satisfied, Furbal headed back towards the basement. He ran down the stairs, two steps at a time and nearly fell through a hole in one of them. He twisted his ankle and nearly fell the rest of the way. He saw Boxer lying on the ground and ran towards the entrance, tripping over the steal blockade. He noticed that he hadn’t just stubbed a toe, but he hit the steel blockade with the part of his leg just over his sock line. He took a second to look at the item and saw that it had to have been at least a foot and a half thick. He was now even more amazed at Boxer’s strength. He wouldn’t think that anybody, nonetheless a 10 year old kid, would be able to knock that thing down. “Did you get it?” Boxer asked, ignoring the immense physical pain. “Yeah, I got it,” Furbal said, “come on, we need to get you to a doctor.” Furbal stopped and they both looked at each other for a second. They suddenly burst out into hysterical fits of laughter, thinking of the irony of they situation. “What are we gonna do about the steel door and the dumpster?” Boxer asked. “Just leave them,” Furbal answered, “he’s not gonna check them anytime soon anyway.” Slowly, they walked towards the hospital, Furbal having to listen to Boxer’s constant whispering. He tried to block out how Boxer’s hand felt when he checked it. Boxer was breathing so heavily that the two of them didn’t even hear the sound of Russ’s car being started.
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Post by JAGuar on Nov 14, 2004 13:30:47 GMT -5
Lote Dispotivo had done a lot of wrong things in his life and had no problem doing one more. When he saw the BMW in Russ’s front yard and noticed no one was in the general area and that it was unlocked he decided to take it. He was walking home from the bar after pulling an all nighter and he had never actually driven a stick shift before. Those things weren’t gonna stop him though. “I think I’ll have a joy ride.” He said, jump starting the car and heading out towards the field that Boxer and Furbal were walking on. “Do you hear that?” Furbal asked, stopping for a second. “Hear what?” Boxer asked, clutching his injured hand. “It sounds like...a car.” Furbal answered. He looked behind them and saw Russ’s BMW coming right for them at a very fast pace. “Boxer, look at this.” Furbal said, tapping Boxer in the back. Boxer turned around and his eyes widened. “Is that Russ?” “I don’t think he sees us.” Furbal said, getting worried. Quick as they could, they both jumped out of the way of the oncoming car. It ran over Furbal’s leg before he could get fully out of the way though and broke his kneecap. He howled in pain. The car kept on going, the driver not noticing them. Boxer landed on his hand and skidded. He could tell that now the muscle was ripped too. He looked at his hand and saw that only one thin strand of skin was holding it together. He could no longer hold it in. Screw his rep, he had to scream. Between Boxer and Furbal screaming and howling, it’s a wonder that Lote had never heard them, even if he was drunk.
While he left Boxer and Furbal screaming and crying in the field behind him, Lote kept going 80 miles an hour in his racing gloves. This was gonna be the joy ride of his life. That’s when he felt something between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. He picked it up and examined it. He realized that it was a pistol and pocketed it. After all, this rich guy could afford another car and another pistol.
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Post by JAGuar on Nov 14, 2004 13:32:11 GMT -5
Ever since Darik Jr.’s accident, Keir decreed that every guard had to travel with one or two partners. Xele, Vade and Lib, the three guards that were with Keir when he discovered Darik Jr’s bodies, decided that they would go together. They knew that two people were not enough to protect them from whoever killed Darik Jr., even with their training lessons. They weren’t wrong. “I’m tired of nothing ever happening around here.” Xele complained to his two friends. In truth it had gotten much more fun for him since he started traveling with his two buddies. “Well, our shift will be over in a while.” Vade said, growing tired of Xele’s constant complaining. “Besides, at least you get exercise, Xele.” Lib joked. “All I’m saying is if you’re an enemy, try coming after me!” Xele bragged. “I’ll take anyone on and beat every single one of them.” “Yeah right,” Lib said, taking off his security belt and throwing his gun to the side, “let’s see what you’ve got.” Vade caught on and took off his belt, too. “That’s what I said.” Xele said, even more boisterously. Unlike the other two, Xele had not been wearing his belt that day because he accidentally left it at his house. “Let’s do this, Vade.” Lib said. The two nodded at each other. And in one motion, they jumped. What happened next was so fast that no one quite understood what happened. Xele grabbed Vade who was closer and while his momentum was still carrying him, Xele threw Vade into Lib and both went flying into a nearby tree. “Ha! You can try your best!” Xele bragged, flexing his muscles. Vade got up to rush him again, but was stopped suddenly when Xele was no longer there. Well, not all of Xele. Xele was still on the hood of the BMW. Unfortunately for him, death had not come right away so he was feeling the total effect of the pain. He screamed and startled Lote. Quickly, Lote reached for his pocketed gun to eliminate the threat and forgot to keep steering. The BMW reeled off and ran right into a tree, hurling Xele 25 yards away, still screaming out in pain. Vade and Lib ran over to check out what was happening and noticed that they were looking at Russ’s car. “What the...?” Lib started, but before he could finish, Vade pointed towards Xele and ran towards the fallen guard. “Is he okay?” Vade asked, looking to see if he could make out what was going on. “I think he’s dying, Vade!” Lib shouted. Vade could hear a note of a cry in that voice. “Holy shit, man!” Vade said, totally freezing up. “Holy shit! How did this happen?” Vade was about to answer, but before he could he heart a loud noise. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Xele, though. “What’s going on, Vade?” Lib asked. He heard no answer. “Vade?” He looked over to see Vade standing there. It was the shadow that gave it away first. A bullet had been shot straight through Vade and you could see a spot of light in his shadow. “Holy...shit....” Vade said right before falling over. “Die, you stupid bastard!” Lib shouted at the car. He picked up his gun and shot at the car. He noticed a figure running away through the forest, but it was too late. One of his bullets had hit the gas tank and the BMW first caught on fire and then shortly after totally exploded. Lib could only watch in wonder at the wreckage that occurred all around him. “Help!” He shouted into the empty wreckage. “Help me, god dammit!” No one heard him though. “Lib...are you still there?” It was Vade. Lib ran over to Vade as fast as he could and squatted down beside him, not noticing that the bleeding had stopped. “Don’t talk too much, Vade,” Lib said crying, “you have to save your energy.” “Don’t...give me that...bullshit....” Vade said. Despite his pain, he smiled. “What do you want?” Lib asked his friend, wiping his tears away. “Please....” Vade started. “You’re making it...sound like...I’m dying....” “Sorry to break it to you, Vade,” Lib joked, “but you are dying.” “Damn....” “Now just tell me what you wanted to tell me.” Lib said. “I’ll tell you when I wake up....” Vade said, his voice was getting weaker. “I’m...so...tired.” With that, he fell asleep. Without hesitating, Lib picked up Vade, carried him over to Xele, and put Vade down. “Hold on a sec.” Lib said to his friends who were both still alive, but barely. Lib ran over to his belt and pulled out his walkie. “Emergency! Emergency! We have guards down! I need an ambulance quickly!” He put his walkie down and ran back to his friends. “Don’t worry guys, help will be here soon.”
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