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[Completed]A Day in the Life Part 2
Topic Started: May 8 2018, 06:52 AM (93 Views)
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The blood hit the wall, Roy grabbed the slip as the body fell and ran as fast as he could. Taking turns here and there, jumping over this fence and that, until he finally he reached his safe house. Panting out of breath, he quickly locked the door and ripped open the envelope that he’d been given. There it was the information that he needed. The car, who owned it, where it was kept. All of it. The owner was a company, a false name he was sure. But if he actually went down there, he’d possibly be able to get a real name out of it.

Roy debated calling some back up on this, but he was already using three of their best, and had gotten one of them killed. Besides, he couldn’t afford to look weak so soon after his promotion. No he was on his own, and too be honest this is just what he needed to liven up his days. A little challenge to mix things up.

Roy checked to make sure that his gun hadn’t fallen out during his run, and saw that it was still there. He opened up one of the drawers in the safe house and pulled out a supply of bullets. He imagined that he’d be needing these. He pulled something else out of the drawer to, a knife. This he strapped to his wrist. He hadn’t bothered taking one these with him in quite a while. He never fought guys that he couldn’t handle anymore, and if he did he just used his gun. So there was no point in taking the blade with him anymore.

But now things were different. He’d be doing some dirty work with his own hands, and he had no idea how that was all going to go down. Roy grabbed a handful of other weapons, as well as a black trench coat to hide them before he exited the door of his safehouse and walked down the street. The explosion happened right when turned the next corner.

Roy shot back around the corner and looked onward to see his safe house in flames, and lying in pieces. His eyes widened as he stared at it, though somewhere deep in his mind he knew that he should be running away he couldn’t get one thought out of his head.

How did they know…

In a moment Roy’s eyes darkened and he continued down the street. He put his hands into the pockets of his coat as he walked. It didn’t matter how they knew, because they would all be dead soon.

Finally in front of the building that he had seen in the report, Roy looked up at it. It appeared to have been abandoned for quite a few years now. It was a few stories high, perhaps a hundred feet wide, and at its center was a wide garage which allowed large vehicles to get in and out of it. What it had been used for back in the day he had no idea.

Roy stopped to inspect it, and lit a cigarette as he did so. As he put the lighter back into his pocket he continued forward. The garage had been left open, it was just tall enough for him to make it through without ducking.

As soon as Roy stepped through the gate he looked around, it was dark, but several holes in the building let the dwindling light of dusk shine through and illuminate most of it. One of those rays of light happened to fall on that black car that had driven by him. Roy approached it and looked it over, the window’s were mirrored, the license plate had already changed. But Roy knew this was the exact same car that he had seen.

As Roy stared at the vehicle, he noticed some movement in the reflection of the window on the passenger side. The cigarette fell out of his mouth as Roy jumped over the car and landed on the other side just in time to avoid being filled with bullet holes as an automatic weapon sent a cascade of hot lead down on him from the second floor balcony. Roy rolled towards the end of the car and kept his hands over his head as chunks of glass and metal fell all around him.

It was strange how much louder a single pistol shot in the dead of the night sounded, than a hail of gunfire from an automatic weapon. Roy mused as he grabbed a few shards of glass and threw them out past the end of the car. Roy’s eyes fell to the shards, a moment before the gunfire ceased, and he caught sight of the gunman in their reflection. He wasn’t reloading, but he was clanking a magazine against his gun to make him think that he was. Roy took of his jacket as he set his back against the cars back tire. Grabbing the jacket by the neck Roy through it around the front side of the car, and then jumped around the back.

The gunman opened fire on the black silhouette that was his jacket, by the time he noticed Roy he was out of ammo for real. Roy pulled the trigger once and put a bullet through his head. The man fell off the balcony and hit the cement with a loud thud. Roy raced around the front side of the car towards the east side of the building where the stairs were located. He grabbed his jacket on the way, and reaching into it he threw one small object high up into the air nearly touching the ceiling, it would come down on the last stair step when it landed. When Roy reached the stairs he saw two thugs at the top of it waiting for him.

They had pistols, and were pointing them at him before he even took the first step up. But just as they were about to open fire, the object that Roy had launched into the air fell down by their feet. They both glanced at it and shouted out right before it blew up and sent deadly shrapnel through their bodies. It was an easy enough guess, to assume that they would be too focused on shooting him as he made his way up the stairs to notice the projectile until it hit the floor.

Roy made it to the top of the stairs and dove forward, rolling on his shoulder and landing in a kneeling position, his gun pointing forward, Roy started pulling the trigger as a few more thugs popped out of their various hiding places. They aimed at the front of the stairs, the bullets narrowly avoiding Roy as he dove forward.

He took four more shots with his gun, two of them hit one of the bastard in the chest, killing him, one of them missed, and the final bullet clipped a man on the shoulder. But he was sent reeling and fell over the edge of the balcony. Roy’s eyes took in his surroundings, there were some tables that had been flipped over, a bar, some chairs, and other pieces of furniture that gave his opponents cover. He had counted five gunmen in total during his brief exchange, he had gotten the one with the shotgun first, shot another with an automatic rifle, and now the other three had pistols. He liked those odds.

Roy ran as quick as he could to the edge of the balcony, taking shots as he went. When his gun ran dry he dropped it and grabbed the shotgun from the guy closest to him. As Roy bent down to pick it up he kicked the table that he had been using for cover with all his strength and sent it over the bar. The thugs that stood up to take shots at them from behind the counter ducked back down as the table soared at them. The one that was in front of him jumped up from his overturned table and fired at Roy. However, he did not expect him to have a shotgun, and even as his finger squeezed the trigger, Roy pulled his own. The spray of bullets tore the man apart and sent his blood and bones all over the room.

Roy grunted in pain, and coughed out something that looked like blood. He dropped his gun as his left hand reached for his side. He had a bullet hole through him, he hadn’t been quick enough to stop that bastard from shooting. Fuck. Knowing that his life was on the line Roy fought through the pain, he reached into his jacket once more and tossed another round object behind the bar.

The two men that avoided his table saw the object and one of them tried to grab it and threw it back out. As he wrapped his hand around the grenade he quickly stood up and tried to throw it at Roy. But with his adrenaline pumping through his veins, he failed to notice, even as he grabbed the small object, the small barbed hooks that were stuck into it, which were now stuck into his hand.

The throw went through, and the grenade stayed attached to his hand by those barbed hooks. Roy ran away from the bar, towards the balcony, and swooped down to grab one of the bodies as he did so. When he reached the end he dove off the platform just as the grenade exploded, killing both of the men that were left alive.

Roy positioned the body in front of himself like a cushion as he fell. He braced for the impact and then slammed into the ground. A sickening crunch resounded throughout the building as the body beneath Roy was flattened, and his entire midsection was shattered. The bones broke through the skin and blood shot out of the body, painting Roy almost completely red.

He coughed again, some of his own blood spilling onto the corpse after they landed. He couldn’t tell how much damage he’d taken yet, even if he broke a dozen bones he knew that he wouldn’t be able to feel anything.

Roy sprung to his feet just in time to meet the punch that was directed at him. A man with a bloody shoulder, and a limp arm was attacking him. Roy doged to the left and struck the fist with the side of his hand as it came by, moving the man's arm, arm across his body so the he wouldn’t be in the position to counter attack. As Roy did this he brought his leg crashing down on the back of his knee, his legs bent and his head was thrown backwards, Roy brought his leg up higher than his head, straight as a board, and brought it down with all his force on the man’s head, smashing it into the ground and cracking his skull. His body didn’t even move as his lifeblood poured out of him.

Roy searched for the man’s gun as soon as he was down, fuck! He hadn’t remembered if it fell off with him or not. After only a moment of searching, he saw it. Just under the balcony, a few feet away from him. He ran to it as fast he could and once he was near it he rolled over it and picked it up, he fell into a kneeling position again as he raised the gun up and aimed it out towards the rest of the room.

Three more came through the door that he had entered in just as he pointed the weapon in that direction. He opened fire and one of them fell to the ground dead, the other two took cover behind the same car that he had.

Roy ran forward as he kept firing the weapon to cover the sound of his footsteps. He could only imagine they’d keep their heads down until he stopped firing, he leaped up onto the car as his gun ran dry and gripped the hot barrel with his calloused hands, that had long since grown accustomed to heat much worse than this, and as soon as the two killers got up to open fire on him he swung the large gun like a baseball bat, and cracked his opponent’s skull.

The other guy tried fire at him while he was on top of the car, but Roy wasted no time jumping off of it and landing behind the falling body of the man whose head he’d just bashed in. Depending on if these guys were friends or not he shouldn’t shoot into this guy’s body just to get to me. Roy thought to himself, only to proven wrong moments later as a shot rang out and glanced Roy’s leg. He grunted in pain and snarled as he tossed the body at the man. Who grabbed the corpse by the shirt and flipped it over his shoulder to avoid being hit by it.

Another martial artist Roy thought as took a step forward. The man flowed with his momentum and continued to turn bringing his gun around in no time at all. But as he was about to take a shot at Roy, Roy’s foot connected with the gun and sent it into the car through it’s broken windows.

His new opponent ignored it as he rushed him, throwing punches kicks and knees faster than Roy could keep up with. His wounds began to hurt as this guy continued to lay down a beating on him. Roy blocked a punch, then got kicked in the ribs. He tried to jab his opponent’s eyes even as another spurt of blood came out of his mouth. But he grabbed his hand and darted behind him, putting Roy into an arm bar. Roy jumped into the air and struck the man in the chest with a powerful back kick which sent him flying towards the ground.

But as Roy moved forward to finish him off he kicked the ground with both of his legs and rolled over backwards, getting back on his feet in matter of second. He stood up and Roy threw a punch, his hand was grabbed and the man shot his fist into Roy’s bicep, he screamed again, and tried to kick him. He got an elbow to the knee, as his foot hit the ground he spun on it and tried to crescent kick the back of the man’s head. He just stepped backwards and pounced when Roy’s kick followed through, jumping and kicking down at Roy’s knee cap. Roy jumped backwards to and threw another punch, with his left hand, his right arm was still numb. The man grabbed his hand and raised his leg as if to strike down at Roy’s knee again. He moved his nearest leg backwards to avoid it, but his enemy suddenly leaned back, and shifted his weight so that the kick launched upwards and struck Roy under his chin.

He was starting to see double. Roy couldn’t even call out in pain this time, but instead took wheezing breaths to try and fill his lungs with air. With a tight grip on his hand the man threw another kick at Roy, straight to his ribs. Roy’s leg came up to meet it, their shins collided, and he tried to throw a roundhouse with his other foot.

But a holler born out of desperation and rage Roy’s face contorted into a ferocious scowl, and he lunged forward, he bent his arm at the elbow moving it into his enemy’s hand with a quick snapping motion. As the elbow connected it broke the grip on Roy’s hand, and he threw his free right hand directly into the thigh of the oncoming leg that was directed at his head.

His opponent called out in pain, but wouldn’t let up, his foot hadn’t even touched the floor as he wrapped his arm around Roy’s and positioned the front of his hand on the front of his shoulder, creating a tight hold by squeezing Roy’s hand against his body and using his own hand to keep a grip on him. He used his body weight to throw Roy against the car shattering more glass.

Roy’s head rolled back as the pain increased, he felt his strength failing him, and knew that he could barely move. The man he had been fighting spoke up as he raised his hand into the air, his fingers pointing downwards towards Roy’s neck. He asked him.

“Do you know why you lost this fight?” And then plunged his fingers down towards Roy’s strike in a vicious spear hand. A scream of pain sounded through the building, as Roy’s mouth filled with blood. Roy bit down as hard as he could on the man’s fingers. Each moment going a little bit deeper. Roy clenched his captured arm down against his body, turning his opponents hold into his own. His screams grew as Roy’s bit grew worse. He tried moving either of his limbs and could not. He was about to raise his leg for a kick, until with a flick of his wrist Roy’s knife fell into his hand and he plunged it into the man’s neck. His shoulders sagged and his body went limp, all screaming stopped as Roy’s iron severed the man’s brain stem.

Roy let go of his bite and spit out a couple of the fingers that he had bitten off completely. He would puked and wretched for hours if he could. But he couldn’t, and so he just spit out as much of the blood and skin as he was able to.

Roy stuck the knife back in his sleeve as he pushed off the car with both of his hands in order to try and stand up again. He was panting, and every part of him hurt. But he’d managed to kill the bastards that fucked with him. Now all he had to do, was go see the bossman, and take care of him. He doubted he would be amongst the grunts. Just as Roy took his first step away from the car, he felt the barrel of a gun against the back of his head.

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Comments This felt extremely well thought out and it has the pacing and caliber of the BEST fight scene in an action movie. At times it was a little difficult to stay focused because of the non-stop combat, and I would have liked a small break or two with Roy's thoughts (even though in reality there was no time for it). The sequence was complex but you described everything with clarity; making it easy to "see" the movements and appreciate the intensity. I especially liked how Roy suffered a few failures near the end. It gave the piece a real journey and served to build legitimate suspense..making the end much more bad ass and satisfying. Nice work.


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