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| Bx | Sep 10 2008, 07:07:41 PM Post #21 |
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(Still hiding behind the tree, Ricky saw that the children were all beginning to form a perfectly straight line, each child one right behind the other, each of them now moving to the west.) Ricky: *To himself* Are they off my trail, now?… (Confused as to what the children were actually doing, Ricky took a peak tuned his hearing aid in and looked out towards the west, where the children were marching…) Ricky: *To himself* Is that someone talking?… (As Ricky listened in, he could hear a man and a woman talking… They were calling the children to them…) Ricky: …What now? (Once he saw that the children were a fairly large distance away from him, Ricky crawled behind them and began following them to the voices. But upon seeing the YSO Agents, Ricky thought about what Crockett had said…) Ricky: (I can’t just let the kids get away, though…. ) (Ricky saw the YSO Agents still had their pistols strapped to their sides. He grabbed one from one of the dead agents and continued to follow the children’s trail.) Ricky: *To himself* There’s two of them… I can tell for sure now. (Ricky continued to crawl for a while before he finally reached the spot where he could see who the children were marching towards, it was a man with a familiar face and a woman…) Ricky: *To himself* Is that…. No, could it be? That guy is Sean from the prison… (Sean, the inmate Ricky had met at Uriel Desert prison facility was standing next to a woman, both were motioning for the children to come towards them. Sean’s physical appearance had changed since Ricky had seen him in the prison, his face was clean and his hair was neat. He almost looked like a man…) Sean: Come on children… We have to go to Uncle, now. He is waiting. That’s enough exercise for today. (The children marched like drones towards Sean and the woman, who had her face covered by a thin red veil, Ricky couldn‘t make out her face…) Sean: Selina… Get the briefcase from the trunk… (The woman, “Selina” did as she was asked and pulled out a large black briefcase from the trunk of the car and handed it to Sean.) Sean: Right in there, kids, line yourselves up in the back seats. (As the children all got into the back rows of the car, one by one, Sean put down his briefcase and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and handed them to the woman.) Ricky: …Where do they think they‘re going? No! Stop it, right now! (Ricky jumped out from his hiding place and stood a few yards away from both Sean and Selina with his pistol aimed at Sean.) Sean: Go, Selina. (Ricky fired at the woman as she hopped in the car but his shots missed and he continued to fire at the car before he realized that they had gotten away. Now he focused his attention on Sean, who was simply standing there…) Ricky: Who are you!? And how the hell did you get out of that prison! Sean: Ricky Falcon… The detective from the prison… A bit ironic us meeting on the outside, eh? Ricky: Where are you taking those children!? Sean: *Laughs* Do not worry. I am also a detective, like you. An undercover agent of Gambino. The children are in good hands. Ricky: A detective?… Argh… Bullshit! What’s wrong with those kids?! What are you doing to them! Sean: There is no reason for anger… The children are in grand hands. Believe me, they are in far better shape now than they were when we first took them… Ricky: What is all of this? Answer my questions! Sean: The children are simply needed, Ricky. They are pure… We need them. Ricky: You keep saying “we,” you’re one of those terrorists, aren’t you? Sean: I terrorize no one… Ricky: You’re all the same… I will shoot you, Sean, if that is your name, if you do not tell me where those children are going and more importantly, what the hell you’re doing to them. Don’t try and test me today! Sean: Heh. They still haven’t told you? Still a pawn in the game, are you? Ha… It reminds me of one of my favorite plays, “The Lion in Waiting,” have you ever heard of it my friend? Ricky: I’m sick of your stupid talk! BOOM! (Ricky shot at Sean but missed, Sean smiled at Ricky and started talking again…) Sean: *Laughs* “The Lion in Waiting,” tells the story of a man sent into a jungle by his chief to retrieve medicine for a dying child, unfortunately when the man reaches his destination and recovers the medicine, he soon finds that he is in the middle of a lion’s den. The man is undoubtedly slaughtered and eaten by the lions in what we later find out to be…. BOOM! (Ricky fired another shot at Sean, this time, he intentionally missed…) Ricky: I don’t care about your stories. You’re not gonna get lucky three times in a row so start fucking talking! Sean: Fine. Everything you want is behind you. Ricky: …Wha…? (Ricky hears a car coming full speed behind him, he turns around…) Ricky: Oh shit! (The car that the woman had drove off in with the children was coming full force at Ricky…Without a moment’s thought, Ricky quickly rolled out of the way as the car slammed on brakes in front of Sean, who hopped in. Ricky started to fire relentlessly at the car but it sped off too quickly for him to get a decent shot in…) Ricky: Argh! (The car was gone and Ricky was left alone at the scene. He had lost the kids and the apparent kidnappers… But one object had been left at the scene, the briefcase Sean had… It was still placed on the ground… Ricky walked towards it but didn’t touch it.) (At that same moment, Ricky heard a chopper flying in from the distance…) Ricky: That the chopper Gary called in? (The chopper started to descend to where Ricky was at and as soon as it landed, 4 YSO Agents all equipped with their best armor stepped out and approached Ricky.) Agent Ryan: You Ricky Falcon? Ricky: Yeah. You guys are the agents that were sent in? Agent Ryan: Yes. Do you have the missing children? Ricky: …No. They got away. Agent Ryan: Shit… How long ago? Ricky: Not too long ago… They sped off in a van heading northwest. Agent Ryan: Northwest? Ricky: With that chopper, you should be able to spot the car. Agent Ryan: Ok. You go with Agent Horry here along with our pilot and go in the chopper and tail that car. Agent Douglas and myself will stay here, where are those dead Agents, Ricky? Ricky: Follow the trail back and you’ll come to the cemetery gates, the agents were placed right in front of the gates, you can’t miss them. Agent Ryan: Ok. Now tail those… *Spots briefcase* What is that? Ricky: It’s a briefcase left by one of those kidnappers, I don’t know what it is but I wouldn’t touch it personally. Agent Ryan: Agent Freinan is a bomb squad expert. If it’s something explosive… He can disarm it. So you and Horry go find that car, move out! (Ricky and Agent Horry hopped on the chopper which quickly ascended into the air as Ricky began to point out to the pilot which way the car went. While Agent Ryan and Agent Freinan stayed behind on the ground.) Agent Ryan: Freinan, take care of briefcase, check it out and I’ll call you in by radio if I need any type of assistance with the bodies, understood? Agent Freinan: Yes. (Frienan started pulling out his bomb squad tools and began to work on briefcase to see if it was rigged with anything. Ryan traveled down the path towards the cemetery gates where the dead YSO Agents were at…) Agent Freinan: *Working with the briefcase* …Hmm… The properties showing on this radar don’t indicate anything explosive. But… That little red liquid concerns me, the only liquid I’ve seen like that is corn syrup… It’s not an explosive device that’s for sure but why would anyone put corn syrup in a briefcase? *Sigh* I’ll just wait for Ryan to get back… (While Freinan continued to work with the briefcase, Ryan reached the area where the agents were…) Agent Ryan: …Oh no…. No… *Sigh* Damn, shit… They never said they were like this… (The bodies of the YSO Agents had been mutilated, they were each chopped into small pieces… The bodies weren’t like that when Ricky had saw them….) |
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| Bx | Sep 12 2008, 05:20:10 PM Post #22 |
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Notorious
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(Discovering the mutilated bodies, Agent Ryan studied them for a moment…) Agent Ryan: …Eww… But these are fresh cuts? Did someone just…? Krist: Just “what?” (Krist walked out from inside the cemetery, he was dragging his blade on the ground which each step. Seeing him, Agent Ryan aimed his pistol at him.) Agent Ryan: Where did you come from!? Stay back with your weapon! (Krist kept moving forward towards Ryan.) Krist: When you answer my question… Then I’ll answer yours. (Krist got so close to Ryan that his chest was touching Ryan’s pistol. Ryan stepped back….) Krist: Scared? Good. You should be… Agent Ryan: Who are you!? Krist: Again… You haven’t answered my question. What exactly were trying to say, earlier about these bodies? Agent Ryan: You’re the one who did this to them, aren’t you!? Krist: What are you talking about? They were like this when I found them. Agent Ryan: …You chopped them up…. That’s what I’m talking about. Krist: Oh. Well, I’m a nomadic hunter. I needed food for my family… Agent Ryan: Liar. Krist: I’ve answered your question. Have any more for me? Agent Ryan: Are you with them? Are you with the people who did this to these agents? Krist: And if I was? (Agent Ryan started to press the trigger in as….) Agent Ryan: AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGH….. NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Krist had slashed off Ryan’s hands before he could pull the trigger and then stabbed Ryan straight through the stomach as blood squirted out from the wound… Dark red blood was draining from Ryan’s mouth as he screamed out in pain… Krist took no mercy of the sight and pulled out his blade from the agent’s stomach only to stab him directly through his left eye and finally delivered the final kill with a vicious thrust to Ryan’s Adam’s Apple…) (Needless to say, Agent Ryan dropped to the ground as Krist ripped out Ryan’s tongue and used it to clean his blade before dialing a number on his phone.) ??? Man: Hello? Krist? Krist: Ian. I’ve taken care of one of the agents. The other one is not far from me. Ian: I see. Was he trouble? Krist: *Laughs* Come on, Ian. That some kind of joke? Ian: Ha, ha. Yes, it was. You know, I’ve always wondered… Would the pawns in a game of chess still be pawns if they knew their role? Krist: I don’t know. Maybe you should ask Nola. She seems to find out everything you want to know. Heh. So how are things on your end? Ian: Well enough. It does seem that Nola is having some trouble, however… Krist: That woman is not as prissy and pathetic as she seems, I see. Ian: No. It’s odd, though… She seems to know just what to do to avoid Nola’s abilities… Like she’s been told something. Hmm… Krist: Is that so? Well, I couldn’t tell you anything about that. But you never know what an old woman like that knows, Ian. Elderly people have more experience and that woman is obviously a combat veteran, fighting in the jungles or Terius during the war may have hardened her just enough to resist. Ian: She’s 84 years old, I can respect anyone who lives to be that age especially with all that happened in the past but she’s still a feeble 84 year old woman, her resisting Nola is a bit…odd to say the least. Either way, I’m impressed with her. She was at the helm of it all, she knows more than anyone at this point, even more than you, Krist. Krist: Yes, I know. She knew him before even I. Ian: But did you know her, Krist? Did you know the old woman? Krist: His path and mine crossed only a few times. He was much like you, Ian. He preferred to work alone. And he never mentioned any woman nor did he have one with him when we met. Ian: Interesting, enough. What about the detective? Is everything in place? Krist: I received word from “Amir” just before I took care of the YSO Agent. He said that everything was going as scheduled. Ian: Good. Krist: And what about “Malik?” Has he fully complied with the situation? Ian: He’s a power hungry fool. We’ll toy with him for a little while longer. As long as he continues to supply us with the tools that we need, his life is still more valuable alive than dead. Krist: *Laughs* The more I hear it from your mouth Ian. The more I believe in your cause… There was only one other man who evoked such a feeling in me. Ian: Ha. Again, interesting to know. But lastly, after the situation on Loira has been taken care of, I want the children on a plane over here. And then I want the 4 of you to get over here by boat so we can finish the underground process. Too many foolish prowlers have already been trying to get inside from the sewers… We need to get what we’ve come for and leave the area. Understood, Krist? Krist: Yes. I’ll let the others know. Ian: You do that. Hopefully we won’t have any mishaps on Loira. Krist: Heh. You just find out what you need to from that woman. Ian: Nola has never failed me once. Krist: And if the old woman doesn’t talk? Ian: Hmm…. Good point. We can’t kill her… Not yet. But the possibility is there that Nola may fail so…. How long will you say until “Crunch” time? Krist: Maybe 10 minutes, I could be off, Victor’s the clockwatcher, heh. Ian: Yes., he is. Well, that’s fine I’ve come up with plan B right now so I have to make a phone call now, Krist. Remember what I said. Krist: Of course. We’ll meet up soon. Ian: Alright. Make sure everything goes smoothly… (Krist and Ian both hung up the phone on each other. Krist started walking down the path to where Agent Freinan was….) |
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| Bx | Sep 12 2008, 09:34:26 PM Post #23 |
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(Ricky and Agent Horry were cutting through the skies with the chopper. The pilot had cut his searchlight on to spot the car with the children in it...) Agent Horry: You think you spot it from this elevation, Ricky? Ricky: *Looks out at the ground below* Hmm.... No. You got any binoculars? Agent Horry: Yeah. Figured you'd need 'em. (Horry handed Ricky the binoculars.) Ricky: *Using the binoculars* Much better. Agent Horry: You see 'em? (Ricky continued to look through the binoculars when...) Ricky: There they are! I see them! Hey, pilot, put your searchlight on that gray car right there. *Points to car* You see it? (The pilot placed the searchlight on the dark gray car... Upon doing so, the car sped forward...) Agent Horry: They know we're on to them. Take this. (Horry handed Ricky a sniper rifle.) Ricky: You want to take them out from here? Agent Horry: No. We're gonna dive the chopper in, so that we're close enough to get a decent shot. Ricky: Ok. Agent Horry: Kole, bring her down! (The pilot took a sharp dive with the helicopter. They were now close enough to get a decent shot in. Seeing them, Sean, who was driving the gray car accelerated the car to a speed over 150 mph and the chopper tried to keep up.) Agent Horry: Ricky, you have a better shot than me! Take it man! (Ricky had his sniper rifle aimed directly at Sean's neck. It was a good shot but there was also a good possibility that he would hit one of the children instead. Ricky debated the move....) Agent Horry: Ricky! Take the shot! What are you waiting for?! Ricky: Shut up! Shit... *Breathing heavily* ...I can't do it. Agent Horry: What the fuck do you mean you can't do it!? Ricky: He's swerving the car too much... My aim keeps changing. One of the kid's keeps coming through my point of view... Agent Horry: Ricky! Come on.... *Sigh* Ok. Can you target the woman instead? Ricky: *Aims towards Selina* No. Again, it's too risky... Agent Horry: Fuck! Kole, move this thing up! Kole: At the speed their going, they're on land... I can't get in front of them... Agent Horry: Son of a bitch.... Ricky, this is gonna sound crazy but... Ricky: What? Agent Horry: We're gonna jump on the car. Ricky: Are you fucking crazy!? Agent Horry: Do you want the kids or not? Ricky: There's no reason for that! We keep following them! Agent Horry: You realize that we're heading into Gambino, right? It's fucking urban hell, there's no way this chopper would get through that. It's all we've got. Ricky: There's a better option.... There has to be. (Ricky aimed his sniper rifle at both Sean and Selina again but found that he had an even worse shot now than before...) Ricky: Shit... (Ricky looked back at Agent Horry.) Agent Horry: It's all we've got Ricky. Ricky: .... (Horry took the initiative and leaped out of the chopper towards the car but once he hit the speeding vehicle, he was immediately bounced off and thrown into the heavy traffic, a car was speeding towards hi while he was on the ground...) Agent Horry: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (The car ran over Horry... Ricky watched the sight with horror.) Ricky: ... Kole: Not Horry.... No.... (The pilot, Kole was so disturbed by what had just occurred that he just froze..... Without Kole controlling it, the chopper started to dive into the ground and at the speed it was traveling, it was destroying the entire helicopter. Ricky started to panic....) Ricky: Holy shit.... Oh fuck... (Out of panic, Ricky threw the sniper rifle into the oncoming traffic and took a leap of faith into the highway.... While the chopper had been crumbling into the street, Sean and Selina had both abandoned the gray car and shipped the children into a large black van that had sped off right before Ricky had jumped into the highway....) (Ricky managed to jump far enough so that he could reach the ditch on the side of the highway. The jump had scarred his skin and he laid in the dirt for a few minutes trying to regain his senses before he got up, weakly...) Ricky: *In pain* Uhh.... Shit.... Ahh.... (Ricky held his left arm in pain as he walked through the ditch. Behind him, there was a massive pileup of cars... And the chopper had finished crashing into the ground while several cars slammed into it effectively killing anyone in the crash.) Ricky: *In pain* This... this is awful.... It's worse than home.... Fuck... (As Ricky slowly walked on the side of the road, passing all of the carnage, he noticed the gray car that the Sean and Selina had been in was still on the side of the road... He walked towards the car and once he got there...) Ricky: The...engine's still...running? (The keys were still in the car. Not thinking of it being any of type of trap due to the already panicked state he was in, Ricky opened the door and sat in the car. He put his seatbelt on and sped off through the wreckage towards Gambino, which he could see in the distance. In the background, Ricky could hear sirens.... Ambulance, police and firemen had been alerted to the scene, they were charging through the area to help anyone in the carnage... Ricky didn't worry about it, he just kept driving into the city, the car was not rigged apparently....) (Emergency Services Units flew right past Ricky as he came into inner Gambino, they were rushing to the scene on the highway. Again, Ricky ignored them and kept driving, he had no idea where he was going but he kept driving. As Ricky kept driving deeper into the city, he could tell he was entering the slums of Gambino but he kept driving. Not long after reaching a stop sign at a 4-way intersection, a searchlight flashed on Ricky's car.) Ricky: What the hell? (Ricky was being blinded by the searchlight so he floored the pedal past the stop sign and....) Ricky: OH SHIT!!!!!!!!! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! (Two cars going at speeds of at least 120 mph slammed into the front side of Ricky's car... The front of Ricky's car had caved in from the right and left sides crushing Ricky and causing a huge fire within the car. The two drivers in the other cars had been killed. Several sirens could be heard in the background.....) Part II End |
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| Bx | Sep 13 2008, 02:51:11 PM Post #24 |
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Part III: Unbreakable (The scene is an urban slum. A young girl, only 12 years old, stares at herself in the mirror.... She's pregnant, she's trying to hide her pregnancy from her family. Nervous and scared, the little girl runs off to her 25 year old boyfriend, Paul's house.... Her name is Linda.) Paul: What the fuck are you doing here? Linda: Paul... Our baby... Paul: You mean, your baby. I can't support that thing. Linda: ...What? Paul: You heard me. I'm not supporting that thing, I have to take care of me first. Linda: But...you said.... Paul: Doesn't matter what I said. Get the fuck out of here now. Linda: But Paul...! I love you! We're supposed to be together forever, that's what you said... Paul: Get the fuck away from my door, you crazy bitch. (Paul slammed his apartment door on Linda. The little girl started to bang on the door for Paul to open it....) Linda: *Banging the door* Paul! Paul! Please, you said we'd be together forever! We're supposed to get married! (Paul opened the door.) Paul: Didn't I say get the fuck away from my door!? What the fuck is wrong with you!? Stupid bitch! (Paul punched Linda square in the jaw... The little girl dropped to the ground. The impact of the punch threw her into labor, she was having contractions and she didn't know it....) (Paul slammed the door on the little girl, who was now struggling to get up and in pain... She did the only thing she knew, she ran home. Upon entering, she ran straight to the bathroom and had the baby, a little boy.) (Young, afraid and unsure of what to do next, Linda grabbed the newborn, wrapped him up in dirty blanket and ran to the city dump. She put the screaming newborn in one of trash heaps and started to walk away as the young boy bawled loudly, his screams rang in her ear. She didn't realize how much the little baby had her eyes as he continued to cry out relentlessly...) (She knew she couldn't help the baby but his cries for her, tore her heart to shreds, she ran back to the baby and got him out of the trash heap.... She then went back home. Her mom was waiting for her at the door...) Linda's Mom: Why didn't you tell me you were having a baby!? Linda: I... Linda's Mom: And then you try to get rid of it by throwing him in the trash!? What is wrong with you!? Are you that stupid!? How could you get pregnant for one thing and not tell anyone and then try to just get rid of it!? You have no idea what the hell you were doing!? You can't be THAT stupid! Do you know how much it's gonna cost now with this baby!? How could you be so stupid! You know we're struggling as it is and now we have one more mouth to feed! (Linda handed her mom the baby and ran out of the apartment. Her mom called out for her...) Linda's Mom: Where do you think you're going!? Linda! Get back here! (But Linda didn't listen, she never came back home and began a life on the streets. She looked for employment but couldn't find any. She was just a child, 12 years old and knew almost nothing. Having no luck finding work, Linda had to make her own way using sex as a way of leaving hell....) (Images of a young prostitute found slain in the street are found in a newspaper years later...) Edited by Bx, Sep 13 2008, 06:50:21 PM.
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| Bx | Sep 14 2008, 01:36:52 AM Post #25 |
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(A door slams... A woman's voice is heard as well as a man.) "Oh my God... Is he gonna be ok?" "...He's on life support..." "Life support?... No..." "Yes... I know." "What are the doctors saying?" "..." (Ricky slowly opened his eyes and closed them repeatedly. He had tubes all over his body and was heavily sedated and parts of his skin had been scalded from the fire... His heart rate was steadily dropping. In the room was Crockett and the woman who had walked in...) Crockett: Alina, I understand how hard this is to see... You don't realize how tough this is for me... *Sigh* But I'm glad you got over here... I'm sorry our first meeting had to be under these circumstances. Alina: ...He saved my life, Mr. Crockett. If it wasn't for him...I wouldn't be here... I'm sorry for ignoring your calls. If I could have helped Ricky in any way... Crockett: We can't worry about that now... Alina: *Sigh* What about his family? Do they know? Crockett: I contacted his grandmother. Alina: What about his mom and dad? Crockett: Err... His grandmother took care of him as a child. Alina: Oh...I see. Crockett: Ms. Falcon should be here any minute..... (Alina walked towards a chair and took a seat. She put her hands over her face. Ricky slowly opened his eyes and closed them repeatedly once again...) Alina: How could this have happened...? What was he doing there? Crockett: *Sigh* ...I'm partly responsible for... (Alina took her hands off her face and gave Crockett a vicious look.) Alina: What!? What do you mean, you're partly responsible? Crockett: *Sigh* ...He was on an assignment that I had given to him... Or that he was given, a top secret assignment... But it soured. (Alina got up and looked Crockett dead in the eye...) Alina: So you knew the danger he was in!? Crockett: Alina...you have to understand... Alina: No! (Alina shoved Crockett, who did not retaliate.) Alina: He was arrested and sent to jail on a bogus charge after he saved my life! And now I hear that you're the reason that he's in this condition!? I don't have to understand anything that you say! You're a fraud... You couldn't possibly care about him.... Crockett: I've known Ricky for years! How dare you try to insinuate that I don't care about him!? This is not about us! Believe me, I'm hurting too! *Sigh* But this isn't about us.... ??? Old Woman: You're right. It's not. (An older woman in her late 60's walked through the door, her hair was gray and her skin was wrinkled. In her eyes you could tell that she had lived a tough and strenuous life.) (Crockett and Alina both turned towards her as she walked past both of them, using a cane as support.) Crockett: Ms. Falcon... (Ricky's grandmother waved Crockett off before he could finish his sentence and put her hand on Ricky's cheek as she kissed his forehead. A tear came down her eye while she whispered something in his ear...) Ms. Falcon: *Whispering* You remember what I told you, Ricky.... Don't break your promise.... (Ricky's eyes opened for a moment...And then closed slowly as his grandmother now held his lifeless hand. Crockett walked behind her and attempted to console her.) Crockett: Ms. Falcon...If Ms. Falcon: "If there's anything I can do to help, just ask..." I've heard that one before. You cops are all the same... I heard you two arguing. Ricky is my only grandson... And because of you.... (Crockett put his hand on his forehead and sighed as he walked away from Ms. Falcon.) Ms. Falcon: ...Because of you... (Ms. Falcon began to sob uncontrollably as she held Ricky's hand even more tightly. Crockett had just taken a seat and held his hands over his head... Alina walked over to Ms. Falcon and put her hand on her shoulder.) Alina: ...Please. We have to have faith... (Ms. Falcon turned around and looked at Alina, who also had tears in her eyes and began to nod her head.) Alina: He's gonna pull through... He's got to. I know he will... He just needs our strength and most importantly... Our composure. The negative energy in the room is not good for him. We have to have faith.... (Alina took her hand off of Ms. Falcon's shoulder and sat down in a chair next to Crockett, who was still covering his face.) Alina: It's ok, Mr. Crockett... I don't blame you for this. (Ms. Falcon walked towards Crockett and pulled his hands from his face and looked down at him.) Ms. Falcon: She's right. ...I have faith. Crockett: ...I have faith too. Sit down, Ms. Falcon, please. (Ricky's heart rate meter started to get faster as he opened his eyes and actually looked around for a minute, seeing everyone in the room before shutting his eyes once again....) |
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| Bx | Sep 14 2008, 02:37:36 PM Post #26 |
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(A little boy runs through a room with his toy plane, he's only about 8 or 9 years old.) Little Boy: Grandma! Grandma! Look at what I made! (The little boy's grandmother stops what she's doing and looks at her grandson, who is holding up his toy plane.) Little Boy: See, Grandma? See what I made! It's for Mommy, for Mother's Day! (In the little boy's hand is a toy plane painted red and pink with the words, "I love you Mama," written on it. The boy handed the plane to his grandmother, who looked at it as tears filled in her eyes...) Little Boy: Why you crying, Grandma? You don't like it... (The little boy put his head down and started to walk away when his grandmother stopped him.) Little Boy's Grandma: No. I love it... It's beautiful. I'm just crying because I'm happy... *Sniff* That's all. Little Boy: But crying happens when people are sad... Why cry when you happy? Little Boy's Grandma: Because crying is an emotion that happens when people feel strongly about something. I just loved it so much... That's all. Little Boy: ...Ok, Grandma. *Laughs* (The little boy's grandmother grabbed him and hugged him tightly before letting him go.) Little Boy's Grandma: I love you so much... Little Boy: I love you too, Grandma. But when's Mommy coming? (The little boy's grandmother looked down at her grandson and said...) Little Boy's Grandma: I don't know... I don't know if she's gonna make... *Sniff* it. Little Boy: ...But what about my gift?... How is she gonna get it? (The little boy looked at his toy plane and frowned before his grandmother put her hand out to grab it.) Little Boy's Grandma: Just give it to me and I'll send it out. Ok? Little Boy: ...But I want to see Mommy... Little Boy's Grandma: As long as she knows that you sent her a gift from your heart. Then it's just as good as seeing her, ok? Little Boy: ...Ok, Grandma. (The Little Boy handed his grandmother the toy plane.) Little Boy's Grandma: Good. It's beautiful. I'll send it to her in a few minutes. Go run out with your friends, now. Little Boy: Thanks, Grandma. (The little boy ran outside while his grandmother put the toy plane to her heart and started to cry......) |
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| Bx | Sep 14 2008, 10:07:27 PM Post #27 |
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(Crockett, Alina and Ms. Falcon were still in the room with Ricky who was still on life support. They all sat quietly thinking about the situation and what Ricky had meant to all of them before Crockett's phone broke the silence....) RING! RING! (Crockett picked up his phone.) Crockett: Hello? Gorman: Crockett, this is Gorman. I just heard about what happened to Falcon... *Sigh* How is he? Crockett: ... Gorman: *Sigh* ...Ricky and I didn't have the greatest relationship as you already know but... He was a good kid and I hate to hear that something like this happened... *Sigh* Does his grandmother know? Crockett: ...Yes. She's here now. Ms. Falcon: Who is that? (Crockett put the phone to his side and told Ms. Falcon who it was.) Ms. Falcon: Oh... (Crockett put the phone back to his ear.) Gorman: Crockett, you there? Crockett: Yeah. Gorman: This is such a shame, you know...A kid like Falcon who grew up in such a harsh environment, he had all the tools to be something truly special in this field... Crockett: Gorman. Please, don't talk like that. It's hard enough... (Angry about the responses she heard Crockett giving Gorman, Ms. Falcon got up and snatched the phone from Crockett and put it to her ear.) Ms. Falcon: You're the son of a bitch that helped put my grandson in this hospital. I don't want you calling anyone including Mr. Crockett while Ricky is in the hospital. You're a phony, disrespectful piece of shit. CLICK! (After hanging up the phone on Gorman, Ms. Falcon handed it back to Crockett and sat down...) Ms. Falcon: *Looking at Crockett* I'm sorry about that but.... Once you told me who it was that you were talking to and what I heard you saying on the phone, it just infuriated me.... Crockett: It's ok, Ms. Falcon. I understand perfectly. Gorman doesn't matter right now, what matters is Ricky. (Everyone looked at Ricky, who was still laying lifeless in bed until...) Alina: His hand is moving! Oh my God... (Ricky's left hand opened and closed a fist slowly as his eyes opened. Alina, Crockett and Ms. Falcon all got out of their seats and walked towards him, watching his slow movements.) Ms. Falcon: Ricky.... *Starts sobbing* (Ms. Falcon grabbed her grandson's moving hand and held it tightly as Ricky's heart rate meter started to move steadily again.) Ms. Falcon: *Sobbing* Ricky.... *Sniff* I know *Sniff* You're gonna make it through this... *Sniff* *Sniff* (Ms. Falcon's tears dripped onto Ricky's arm as his movements slowly stopped and his eyes closed again....) Alina: Wake back up, Ricky... Come on.... (Ms. Falcon let go of Ricky's hand, still sobbing she sat back down. Alina touched Ricky's arm and looked at him...) Alina: Please, Ricky. I don't like seeing you like this... Please, wake up... Please come back to us... (Ricky's hand jumped for a second but then quickly stopped. Alina rubbed his arm once more before taking her seat next to Ms. Falcon. Ricky's eyes opened again as Crockett watched.) Crockett: Rick? Rick, you awake? You back, Rick? (Ricky's eyes shifted from side to side as Crockett called out to him before they finally closed when the door opened and a man walked in, it was Ricky's doctor.) Dr. Lehman: Even if he wanted to, he can't respond. Ms. Falcon: What? What do you mean by that!? (Ms. Falcon stood up.) Dr. Lehman: Who are you? Ms. Falcon: I'm his grandmother. Dr. Lehman: My sympathies are with you, I'm Dr. Lehman, I performed the emergency surgery on your grandson. But Ricky's entire jaw has been fractured in several places due to the accident. He can't talk... Ms. Falcon: But what about his life? Will he make it!? Dr. Lehman: From the looks of it. I think Ricky will make a recovery. But make no mistake about it...Your grandson's life will more than likely be drastically changed forever. Ricky is lucky to be alive. If it wasn't for his seat belt, I don't think he would have made it. Crockett: So Rick's gonna make it? Dr. Lehman: Yes, I believe so. But the recovery will be a long, arduous one. First he's going to have to wake up from his coma and after that we'll know more about the situation. ...Hopefully he hasn't suffered any kind of brain damage, the indications all point to that not being the case but... Making definite conclusions for situations like these are nearly impossible. Alina: So he could be...brain dead? But he opened his eyes and moved! Just a few minutes ago! Dr. Lehman: Brain dead is the worst case scenario. Like I said, I think Ricky will be fine but it is my job to prepare you all for the worst. By the way, are you his spouse? Alina: *Smiles* ...No. Just a friend. Dr. Lehman: Well, as I said before, I'm sure Ricky will be alright. But after he gets out of that coma, we're going to have to wire his jaw shut. Ms. Falcon: How is he gonna eat!? Dr. Lehman: He'll have to eat mainly liquids for a few weeks after the surgery. But this process has been done before so don't worry too much about the details, we'll fill everyone in on how he's to take care of himself while his jaw is wired shut. Crockett: Will he be able to talk? Dr. Lehman: Yes. Some words may sound unclear but he'll be able to talk. Right now I'm just waiting for him to wake up. And I'm going to have to ask all of you to wait out in the waiting room for a few minutes while we take the life support off of him and move him to a regular non ICU (Intensive Care Unit) room. Crockett: Ok. We'll leave now. Dr. Lehman: A nurse will come to tell you what room he's been moved to and you all can go in to see him after we have everything set up. (Ms. Falcon walked over to Ricky and held his hand once more before she let go and said...) Ms. Falcon: I knew you'd keep your promise, Ricky.... *Looking at Dr. Lehman* Thank you so much, Doctor... (Ms. Falcon, Crockett and Alina all left the room and headed towards the waiting room to wait while Ricky was being moved to his new room on the third floor...) |
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| Bx | Sep 16 2008, 08:24:49 PM Post #28 |
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(A teenage boy, maybe 16 or so comes into the living room of his room of his grandmother's apartment where she sits watching the television...) Teenager: What's going on? Grandmother: Riots... In the streets. A few blocks from here... Teenager: Riots? About what? Grandmother: Poverty.... The government is tearing down the Union Children Center.... Teenager: What? For what!? Grandmother: They want to build a toxic waste disposal facility in it's place. Teenager: ... But that's not fucking fair! That's where we all hang out at! Grandmother: Watch your mouth! That's the first thing. I understand that this is an emotional topic but I don't want to hear that kind of language come out of your mouth while you're around me, understood? Teenager: ...Yes. Sorry... But... If they tear it down... Where do we go?... Do they want us out on the streets or something?... (The teen's grandmother lets out a hopeless sigh as the figure on the television screen changes from the Duke of Yura talking about the benefits of the waste dump to an older looking man with long stringy gray hair and a face of stone...) Teenager: Nasir! Grandma, you didn't tell me Nasir was there! Grandmother: Yes. Nasir is leading the voice to save the Center. He didn't tell you? Teenager: No. Nasir never talks about stuff like that. Grandmother: Ah, I see. Look at him.... (The man called Nasir was on the screen demanding that the government keep their noses out of the slums...) Nasir: You government dogs haven't done a damn thing to help us, to help the poor out of our poverty, to help rid us of the drug ruled streets and now you claim to be helping us by dumping your toxic waste here? Is that your master plan to get rid of us all? To poison us with your waste!? No! We will not have it! (The mob crowd was going insane, Nasir spoke for the people, he spoke for the streets, everyone knew him. On the television, the focus shifted back to the Duke of Yura who began his counter to Nasir.) Duke Herod: You, obviously do not realize that this plant will foster an economic growth in the community. It will create money-making opportunities for everyone in this community, you surely have not done your homework to think that we would put this plant here for any other reason. We understand the situation and... Crowd: Bullshit!! Bullshit!! Bullshit!! (The mob then began to get even more angry... Tensions were rising, it was summer and the heat was getting to everyone, you could see them simply boiling with rage as the streets were on fire....) Teenager: Grandma! I've got to get out there! Come on, we have to go, this is for our cause! Grandmother: ....I don't think so... Listen, something about this just doesn't feel right... And it's so hot.... Teenager: Well I'm going Grandma. Grandmother: ...*Sigh* I would rather you didn't... Teenager: Grandma, you're always telling me to believe in something and to stick with it. This is what I believe in, I believe in us.... Grandmother: ....*Sigh* Just... Be careful, please. If anything happened to you... Teenager: Come on, Grandma, nothing is gonna happen.... (The teenager ran out of the house as his grandmother watched him as he ran a few blocks up the street.) Grandmother: Please, keep your promise... (As the teen was getting closer to the riot, he started seeing violence... The police were beating several rioters with their nightsticks and had brought out tear gas as they tried to hold the rioters back from attacking the Duke, who had since gotten in his car and sped away as the violence ensued.) Teenager: Oh my God... What happened... (The teen watches in horror as he sees the cops sicking dogs on several rioters as well as others getting shocked with stun guns along with several more shots of tear gas....) Teenager: No... *Turns to run back home* Oh shit! No! (As the boy turned around to run back, he saw a police officer's dogs getting ready to attack him when someone grabbed the dogs leash and knocked them out with a few kicks to the head. The person then walked up to the teen who was on the ground, shaking in fear.) Teenager: Nasir! (Nasir lifted the teen up to his feet and the two of them ran to a safe back alley where no fighting was taking place.) Nasir: You should get out of here. Teenager: What happened, Nasir? Why is there fighting!? Nasir: When the government knows they cannot win with their slick words, they resort to violence, they use the police to do their dirty work... Teenager: Argh... I hate these cops! All they do is attack us and beat us.... Nasir: No. The cops are the good guys, kid. They're just doing their jobs. They're not evil.... It's their higher ups that are evil... Teenager: But they're attacking us! Nasir: They have to, it's their job. The Knight is only as evil as his King... Remember that, kid. Teenager: But you're giving them a fucking pass! They hate us.... They're trying to tear down the center.... Nasir: Their heart doesn't mean anything in their job. They must protect the highest order. The majority of cops are good, kid. Teenager: But you're fighting them, Nasir! Nasir: I am defending my cause, not fighting them, there's a difference that you'll come to understand I'm sure, kid. Teenager: ...I don't get it... Nasir: I don't expect you to. Teenager: Argh! I'm fighting these son of a bitches, Nasir! That's it! Nasir: You need to go home, kid... I appreciate your passion but your grandmother must be sick to her stomach knowing you're out here... Teenager: No! Nasir: Fighting isn't something to glorify, kid... *Sigh* Teenager: But you taught me how to handle myself... You're contradicting everything now... Nasir: Sometimes fighting is necessary but many times it is not.... Picking fights because you can fight is not smart. The greatest fighters were not brutes, they were strategists who outsmarted their opponents rather than overpower them and in this case, the smart thing for you to do is to run away from here.... Teenager: ...I can't... Nasir: For me, kid... For me, please? Teenager: I can't believe you Nasir.... Nasir: ...But before you go kid... Remember... Help whoever you can. Do something that has a purpose, do something that you love but always help people... Don't give up on them, don't lose your faith in us.... Help, hope, happiness.... (The teen started to run home as a group of cops came with tear gas and several dogs to attack Nasir. Seeing this, the kid ran back towards Nazir but the cops had the alley blocked and all he could do was watch....) Officer 12: We've got you, now. You're under arrest for inciting a violent riot, you poor son of a bitch! Now you either come with us or we sick the dogs on you! (Nasir didn't budge.) Officer 12: A tough guy, huh? Nasir: I will not go. I have done nothing wrong... I bear no ill will towards you but I will not simply give up on these people out of fear for my own skin. I no longer cower to the higher power.... These people need hope... I will be their hope. I have to be their hope! Officer 12: Fine. (The Officer let go of the dogs who were drooling for blood and let them storm after Nasir, who simply stood their without fear as the teenager still watched from behind....) Teenager: Nasir! Stop the dogs! Nasir! (The cops released their tear gas on Nasir, who fell to his knees as the dogs finally got to him and ripped into his skin while the teen witnessed the scene with horror in his bright, once hope-filled eyes...) Teenager: No! No stop it! Nasir, fight back! Nasir?! NASIR!!!!!! *Breathing heavily* (Ricky sits up in his bed....) Edited by Bx, Sep 25 2008, 12:03:43 AM.
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| Bx | Sep 17 2008, 11:26:28 AM Post #29 |
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(Inside of his new room after just waking, Ricky looked around nervously like a soldier who awakens after being captured by enemy troops.) Ricky: *Tries to speak* A...hh....Ahh.... Wah...Wah...da... (As hard as he tried, Ricky couldn't speak and he couldn't feel his jaw at all. His entire body felt numb as he continued to try to speak though his efforts were in vain...) Ricky: Puh....Wuh...Muawah.... (Ricky stopped trying to talk when he saw the door opening, Crockett, Alina and Ms. Falcon walked in.) Ms. Falcon, Crockett, Alina: Ricky! (The three of them ran towards Ricky who sat up in awe and simply watched as they showered him with affection.) Ms. Falcon: *Sobbing* You're awake... Thank God, you're awake... *Sniff* *Sniff* I love you, Ricky... (Ms. Falcon grabbed Ricky and hugged him tightly as Alina and Crockett both kept saying encouraging words.) Alina: Ricky... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry for everything that I said in the past.... *Starts to cry* I'm just so happy you're alive.... Ricky: Aaali.....Ah.... (Ms. Falcon grabbed Ricky's left hand.) Ms. Falcon: Don't speak, Ricky. The doctor said, you won't be able to for a while, at least until after surgery. (Ricky's eyes popped out but he simply put his head down as Crockett walked up to him and extended his hand for a shake but Ricky coolly ignored him...) Crockett: Rick...? Come on... I... *Sigh* (Crockett put his head down and sat down in one of the chairs and stayed quiet. Noticing what Ricky had done, Ms. Falcon began to speak on it...) Ms. Falcon: Ricky. That's so disrespectful and rude of you... Mr. Crockett was here before anyone else, how dare you not extend him some courtesy? (Ricky simply turned his head away and looked at Alina, who was frowning at him.) Alina: Ricky... She's right. Mr. Crockett's been here for you just as much as anyone else.... (At that moment, Crockett got up and went over to Alina.) Crockett: It's ok, Alina. Ricky has every right to feel the way that he feels... *Sigh* I guess I'll go now. Glad to see you're ok, Rick... Just thought I'd let you know... Alina: No, wait, Mr. Crockett... (But Crockett simply left without answering. Alina turned and looked back at both Ricky and Ms. Falcon.) Alina: Ricky... I don't know what happened out there but Mr. Crockett seems to deeply care about you... Ricky: ... (Ms. Falcon simply stayed quiet and shook her head as she looked at Alina. Dr. Lehman walked in a minute later with a clipboard in his hand.) Dr. Lehman: Ah, I see you're finally awake. That's good. That's great... I'm not gonna ask you how you're feeling cause I know you can't talk but it really is great to see you up. *Looks at Ms. Falcon and Alina* I know you guys must be thrilled. *Looks around* Where's the other guy that was with you? Ms. Falcon: He had to go take care of some pressing matters.... Dr. Lehman: I see. Did he at least get to see Ricky awake? Ms. Falcon: Yes. Dr. Lehman: Ok. Well good. Well, now that you're awake Ricky, I'd like to go over the process to get you talking again. And with your grandmother here, she can also hear the process as well and I suppose give you guidance as to what you should do since you're not 100 percent. Ms. Falcon: Ok, sounds good. Dr. Lehman: Ok. The procedure is called "Jaw Wiring" and it is a surgical procedure where metal pins and wires are anchored into the jaw bones and surrounding tissues to keep the jaw from moving. (Ricky's eyes became suspicious when he heard what the procedure was while the doctor kept talking...) Dr. Lehman: Traumatic injuries to the face can cause damage to facial nerves and salivary glands and ducts. These injuries can also leave scars that may require additional surgery to correct. Those are some of the precautions as a heads up of what may happen. The procedure is safe and I have done it before so, are you willing to go through with it? (Ricky looked at his grandmother....) Ms. Falcon: I think you should, Ricky... (Ricky thought for a minute and nodded his head, "yes.") Dr. Lehman: Ok. Sign these papers and we'll get started in a few days. Thank you, a nurse will be back to get these papers. (The doctor walked out as Ricky sat there thinking about the surgery now....) |
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| Bx | Sep 19 2008, 07:25:27 PM Post #30 |
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(Somewhere in Yura, an old man with a black coat walks through a dark corridor into a room where another man and woman beside him are waiting...) ??? Man: Is the detective still alive? Krist: As far as I know, yes. It was quite gruesome, though. Heh. Quite the plan, Ian. (The man, Ian, stood up. He was tall and slender but he was an imposing and intimidating man... His eyes were cold and black, like a harsh winter night...) Ian: It was a dangerous one... Luckily we pulled Victor out of it at the last minute. Krist: Yes, those two suicide assassins came in handy. They cost quite a bit, though. Malik paid for them? Ian: *Laughs* Of course. Heh. Who else? Krist: A fool of a man... Ian: But useful, so his life will still be his for the time being. Krist: *Laughs* Like they say, the best tools are fools. Ian: Always, Krist. Always. Anyway, are the children here? Krist: Sean and Selina are babysitting. They'll be here in a bit. Ian: And Victor? Krist: No idea. Ian: He isn't answering his phone, either... You think something happened? Krist: ...Victor's young, handsome and brash. A boy like that can't be held in check for long. Ian: You'd think he'd get sick of all the women by now.... Krist: Maybe we should have used him on the old woman, then. *Laughs* (Nola, who was standing next to Ian gave Krist a harsh glare...) Ian: All jokes aside, that is a very peculiar thing, Krist... That old woman should have given in but she didn't, she knew just what to do... I don't like that Krist, I don't like that at all. Krist: Don't be so paranoid. I told you, that woman's files are insane... Only God knows what else she's been through that isn't on the record. Ian: Hmm... I'm not so sure that I'm just being paranoid, Krist... Krist: And what exactly are your suspicions, my partner? Ian: Isn't it obvious? A spy. A double agent. Krist: And who among us do you think it is? Ian: Unsure. But Victor... I've never liked that mischievous look in his eyes... You said it yourself, he's a young guy, wants adventure, he's a risk-taker... Krist: True. But there's no evidence for that, is there, Ian? Ian: No. And that's why I won't act on it... yet. But if Victor is playing both sides of the coin then he will meet his end far sooner than intended... Krist: *Laughs* You really are quite ruthless. (Krist continued to laugh as he walked out of the room....) |
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| Bx | Sep 24 2008, 10:02:23 PM Post #31 |
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(After Krist walked out, Ian turned around and looked at Nola, who had a cold look on her face.) Ian: What? (Nola flipped her bright red hair and shook her head....) Ian: You don't want to talk today or something? Nola: You don't think that Krist is being a little too... I don't know sure about the situation with the old woman. He seems to be downplaying the situation a little too much. Ian: Are you implying that Krist may be a double agent of some sort? Nola: Not necessarily. But it is strange. Ian: I understand what you're saying but I can't go on suspicions alone and...Krist is very valuable to all of this. He's cunning for starters and to top it all off, he knew him. Nola: I am not saying that we should distrust him... I am merely stating that he's nonchalance towards the incident is a bit...unnerving. Watch yourself is all I am trying to say. Ian: And that's why you're my eyes and ears, Nola. *Laughs* I can always count on you to catch the things that I miss... Speaking of which.... (Ian got closer to Nola and started rubbing her shoulders, Nola in return grabbed Ian's belt and started unbuckling it before...) *Knock* *Knock* Ian: Oh! (Shit!) Hold on, I'm coming! (Ian quickly buckled his pants back up and Nola walked to her seat and sat down.) *Knock* *Knock* *Knock* Ian: *Walking towards the door* Coming! (Ian opened the door. It was Sean and Selina. Ian let them in the room.) Sean: Everything ok, Ian? Ian: Yes. Where are the children? Sean: They are coming. Ian: Getting over here was no trouble, was it? Sean: Not at all. Ian: Good. I must ask, have either of you heard any word from Victor? Sean: No. Ian: *Looks at Selina* What about you? Selina: No. Ian: ...That is...displeasing to say the least. Sean: And why is that? Ian: I don't like not having contact with anyone on this team for more than 24 hours.... Sean: So, you haven't heard from him in over a day? Ian: Three to be exact. Sean: That is peculiar. But knowing him... He's reckless, probably passed out from drinking booze. Believe me, that leads to one hell of a hangover. Ian: Save the stories for another time. (Ian turned his back towards Sean and looked at Nola. Sean also looked at her and asked...) Sean: So, what happened with the old woman? Ian told us she beat your little movement tricks? (Nola rolled her eyes at Sean and looked away. Ian turned back towards Sean.) Sean: Touchy subject for her, eh? Ha, ha. We all have our screwups sometimes. Ian: You're taking this a little too easy, Sean... Do you know anything about that old woman that you're not sharing? Sean: Of course not. I know what you all know. Ha. But it's a fact that nothing is foolproof, Ian, not even your personal sadist over there. Ian: ...Hmm... Well, anyway, where are those children? You said they were on their way? Sean: Oh, they are. They'll be here. Don't worry. Ian: They better. I don't think I'll be able to handle two mishaps on one job... Sean: Ha, ha. I'm just good with children I guess. But I suppose you almost had another mishap. Ian: And what would that have been? Sean: That detective, Falcon. The bastard was close to having a clear shot in on one of us... Had that happened... Ian: It's no use worrying about what could have happened. It didn't. Falcon's purpose in all of this is almost over. After he gets us what we need, then, we'll get rid of him or... he'll get rid of himself. Whatever comes first. Sean: I think getting rid of him would be more fun... Ian: In either case, Falcon is not a main concern of mine. He's still alive, that's the main thing that I'm worried about when it comes to him but other than that, his role has already been prepared. Sean: This is all just one big game of chess to you, isn't it? Ian: Chess is about conquering. I have no interest in conquest... Sean: Of course not. *Laughs* Ian: *Looks at Selina* You're a bit quiet over there? Selina: I have nothing to add at the moment... Sean has said everything that needs to be said. Ian: If I didn't know for sure, I wouldn't think you two were twins... But then again, you two aren't that different. Selina: Our interests and inner personality is quite similar... Sean: I couldn't have put it better myself. Ian: *Laughs* It makes sense. Sean, where are those children!? *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* (The thumping was the sound of marching, a group was marching down the hall towards Ian's door in a uniform line. It was the children.) Sean: There's your answer. (Ian opened the door and saw them for himself, for the first time. The children were marching in a perfectly straight line towards Ian's door. Each of them dressed in full BDUs and each equipped with rifles and other weapons. They were a miniature battalion of little soldiers...) Ian: Impressive. Very impressive... *Turns to Sean* You got them like this alone? Sean: No. Selina helped tremendously. Ian: And how did you two do it? Selina: By using the same training methods that our mother used in training us for acting. Ian: ...So... They're simply acting? Selina: Yes and no. Ian: Elaborate. Selina: Well, yes, we trained them by using acting school methods, however...We also used some other special methods... Ian: ...Such as? Selina: Synthetic brainwashing. Basically, they're brainwashed but not totally... They're simulated soldiers in a sense but at the same time, they can be cleaned of the brainwashing with simple sign of their families or something that they can truly care deeply about. So it's brainwashing but not in the strongest sense. Sean: We intended for the brainwashing to be temporary. Had we gone through methods to try and get them completely brainwashed, it would have been a much longer and more difficult process. Now that we have the here where they are nowhere near their families... The full process can begin. Ian: I see. Very smart. The full process will then begin as soon as possible. Sean: You're the one who has to make the phone call, Ian. Ian: Indeed, I am. I will get on it, right now. (Ian picked up his cell phone and made a phone call as Sean and Selina watched the children....) |
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| Bx | Sep 26 2008, 12:20:51 AM Post #32 |
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(A teenager is in a dimly lit room inside a rundown apartment complex with a few of his friends, they're all just hanging around smoking marijuana.) Teenager: Man... *Cough* *Cough* Y'all remember those um.... um... fucking marching shit that... Shit, man... You guys know what I'm talking about. *Laughs* *Cough* *Cough* (They all laugh and continue to take hits from the bong. Each of their eyes were bloodshot, they were all high and most of them were mellow except this one kid, who was hyped up... They were calling him "Hyper" now.) Hyper: Yeah, man. I remember that shit... I remember that shit real fucking well. They killed a lot of motherfuckers there! That shit was wrong! (Hyper started punching the walls as hard as he could, the weed was getting to his head now but everyone was laughing at him, they were having a good time with his shenanigans.) Hyper: *Hitting the walls* Motherfuckers! Motherfuckers! Motherfuckers! I swear to God, I'm gonna kill one of those motherfucker cops tonight! (Hyper stopped punching the walls and turned towards everyone, they were all still laughing at him and Hyper was getting more confidence with each giggle from his buddies.) Hyper: Yeah, that's right, y'all. I'm gonna kill a motherfucking, doughnut eating, bitch ass cop. (Everyone continued to giggle at Hyper's death proclamations. While they continued to giggle, Hyper grabbed his backpack and unzipped it and dug inside and pulled out...) Eddie: Oh shit! Where the fuck did you get that shit from? (Hyper held a Desert Eagle in his hand and started waving it in front of everyone's face and even started pointing the gun at each person in the room, pretending to blow their heads off one by one.) Hyper: Don't worry about where I get my shit from, Eddie and if you don't back up away from me, we're gonna start calling you, "Deaddie," motherfucker. (A few of the more brainless people in the room giggled as Hyper continued to wave the gun at everyone, making sure everyone knew that he was in control, that he had the power.) Hyper: You see those punk ass motherfuckers at that riot bullshit, they didn't have no shit like this. Now if they had... Then we wouldn't have to hang out in this shitty ass building so you know what I'm about to do? That's right, pussies. I'm gonna do what those sorry bitches couldn't. I'm gonna paint the motherfucking boys in blue red with lead. *Laughs* (Hyper put the pistol in his backpack and walked towards the police station that was only a few blocks down. The other kids, including the teenage boy that was there followed him.) Teenager: (Oh shit.... Hyper, what the fuck am I doing...?) (Hyper and the other kids reached the police station and entered. Immediately, the receptionist took notice.) Receptionist: Excuse me? Is there some sort of emergency? (Hyper looked around at the other kids there and grinned before he looked back at receptionist and responded...) Hyper: Nah, bitch... There ain't no emergency.... yet. (Hyper and the others started to laugh as the front desk worker called for security....) Receptionist: Yes, there are several hoodlums here and... Hyper: Hoodlums!? So we're hoodlums now, you all here that? Hoodlums... See, man... I didn't even have a problem with you but shit... You just fucked that up. (Hyper unzipped his backpack and pulled out the Desert Eagle and aimed it directly at the woman's head. Security appeared from the back and each had rifles aimed at Hyper. The other kids had gotten nervous and made a quick run for it, except for one...) Hyper: *Looking at the teenager* You still here, motherfucker? (The teenager was frozen from fear but he was well aware of what was going on but all that rang in his head was..."Help, hope, happiness...") (More security officers had rushed in, each of them had rifles and all were pointing straight at Hyper. But he wasn't backing down... He still stood aiming his Desert Eagle at the receptionist's head.) Security Officer 11: Put the fucking gun down, kid! You don't want to do that! Trust me, put the fucking gun down! Hyper: Trust you? Trust you!? *Laughs* Trust you? Trust you? You? You? Motherfucker, you are the reason that I'm the doing this... Each and every one of you. Security Officer 11: Just put the fucking gun down kid! I swear, put the fucking gun down! Hyper: No. No... This gun... *Pats his chest with the Desert Eagle* This gun is all I got.... This gun is my mother, it's my father, it's my home, it's my money, it's my life... Security Officer 11: Kid... I've been to that point, just please put the god damn gun down! We can talk about this, we can get you help! Hyper: Help? Ha. Help is what I need, right? Help. You willing to help me now cause I got this in my hand? Is this what makes you motherfuckers help a motherfucker like me? Look around you, faggot! You help me now... But what happens when I leave this building, what do I got to go back to? Security Officer 11: ... Hyper: My father needed help too... And I needed him but he needed a needle. *Laughs* And my mom... I don't even know that bitch. Now what do I got to back to? Security Officer 11: ... Hyper: Answer my question before this bullet leaves this Desert Eagle! (Hyper cocked the gun back and aimed at the receptionist again...) Hyper: *Smiles* Bitch, you ain't even worth this bullet. *Laughs* (Hyper looked back at the glass window which displayed the decaying streets and smiled again before he turned back to the security officer...) Hyper: What do you have to go back to? BOOM! (...Hyper laid on the ground dead. He shot himself in the right side of his head... Everyone stood there stunned...) Hours Later... (In an empty church, the teenager who witnessed Hyper's death was on his knees with his hands clenched as he looked towards the ceiling...) Teenager: Dear Lord, you've taken so many of my people... I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life... Just what the hell am I doing right? (A tear dropped from the teen's left eye as he closed his eyes and dropped his head as the candle that was lighting the church blew out....) |
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| Bx | Sep 26 2008, 08:31:52 PM Post #33 |
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*Cough* *Cough* "Grandma... You there...?" (His eyes glazed and his mouth wired shut, Ricky sat up and looked around.) Ricky: *In pain* Ah.... Ahh... Uglh.... Mah... *Drools* (Drool dripped from Ricky's mouth as he tried to speak... His jaw was in excruciating pain as he continued to struggle with not being able to move his jaw fully.) Ricky: Ah.... Muh...Gamma.... Ah... Wher... (Dr. Lehman walked in at that very moment.) Dr. Lehman: Ricky. Glad to see you've finally woken up. The procedure was a success. Everything went as planned. Ricky: *Drooling* Ah....Goo.... Wook.... Dr. Lehman: *Chuckles* Give your mouth a rest. It's been through a long, grueling process. Your speech should get back to a relatively normal state within 3-6 hours. Also, I need you take this for pain. (Ricky grabbed the bottle of pills and observed them.) Dr. Lehman: Take those as prescribed on the label and it'll help with the pain, which as I said before, will last for about 2-3 days. After that, it'll mostly be a battle dealing with the inability to eat solid foods and the discomfort caused by the wires. Ricky: .... Dr. Lehman: And as I said before, it will be 5-6 weeks before your jaw will be back to normal so until then, you just have to deal with it. It's a challenge but you've lived through an accident that would have more than likely killed anyone else in it. You're blessed, Ricky. Ricky: .... Dr. Lehman: Well, I won't ramble on anymore. Your family is in the waiting room. I'll tell them you're awake, ok? (Ricky nodded his head as the doctor left the room. Ricky thought about what the doctor had said...About him being blessed and he couldn't help but remember everything. Before he could ponder his thoughts too much, Alina and his grandmother walked in. They both had smiles on their faces.) Alina: Ricky! *Laughs* Oh my God, how does it feel? (Though still in pain, Ricky smiled and opened his mouth to speak but a big glob of drool dropped...) Alina: *Laughing* Ill, Ricky, I don't think you need to be talking for a while! (Ricky blushed and looked at his grandmother who gave him a funny look. Ricky blushed even more and put his head down as he smiled. He knew what his grandmother was thinking as Doctor Lehman returned.) Dr. Lehman: Still feeling ok, Ricky? (Ricky nodded his head.) Dr. Lehman: Great. Well, Ms. Falcon and Alina. Like I mentioned before, Ricky cannot have solid foods for at least 5 to 6 weeks when we take the jaw wiring out. As with any surgery, there will be some blood drainage so keep plenty of gauze near Ricky's mouth for a few days while the blood drains and in about 2-3 days he should be well enough to take care of himself again. Ms. Falcon: And what about his speech? He was drooling a few minutes ago while trying to speak? Dr. Lehman: About 3 hours, I'll say and then he'll be able to speak normally again. And when he does he'll have a slight slur so he may not be too clear with some words but as he gets used to the wiring that should stop. Ms. Falcon: Ok, well, that's great. Anything else? Dr. Lehman: Yes. Those wires pose a great risk for Ricky, he doesn't need to be doing any serious strenuous activity while he has them in his mouth. Even when you start feeling like yourself again in about 3 days, you need to take rest breaks and such, ok? (Ricky nodded his head.) Ms. Falcon: Well, he's out of work anyway so I don't think that will be a problem. (Ricky put his head down...) Dr. Lehman: Well, even better than. *Turns to Ricky* Now Ricky, you can live your normal life and do your daily activities you just have to take it down a notch, understood? Ricky: ...Yea... *Drools* Dr. Lehman: Alright. (Alina handed Ricky a napkin to wipe the drool off of his mouth, which he did as Dr. Lehman began to speak again.) Dr. Lehman: It will be a tough adjustment Ricky but like I said before, that accident that you were in... 99% of people die in an accident like that. You have an angel watching over you... If you didn't do so before, start counting your blessings, man. (Ricky simply stared at the doctor as he words rung in his head...) Dr. Lehman: I'm glad I can speak to you today. The other wounds and fractures you suffered were relatively minor so we're releasing you today. Once you do some paperwork... *Laughs* (Ricky smiled at the doctor, who left to go get the paperwork. Ms. Falcon looked at Ricky and started crying...) Ms. Falcon: *Crying* *Sniff* He's right...You're so lucky... Ricky.... You're so lucky to be alive... But Thank God... Thank God... (Ricky couldn't look at his grandmother's eyes and looked at Alina who was nodding her head.) Ricky: (Death missed me by an inch... You nearly took me away Lord... Why didn't you?...) (Dr. Lehman came back in and handed Ricky the paperwork and he began to fill it out...) |
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| Bx | Oct 6 2008, 12:00:08 AM Post #34 |
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(It's been 4 hours since Ricky left the hospital with his grandmother and Alina. His speech has since become clearer as they are driving to a hotel inside of Gambino...) Ricky: *Cough* Alina: You ok, Ricky? Ricky: Heh. I'm fine, thanks. (Ricky looked back at his grandmother who smiled as Alina continued to drive.) Alina: So how does your mouth feel? ...If you don't mind me asking... Ricky: Iss a little haard to say some words but my mouth feels as good as I caan hope for... Alina: But can you feel the wiring in your jaw? Ricky: Yeeah... Cause I really can't open my mouth that much so it maaakess some words hard to saaay.... at times. Alina: Well, you know what I'll just stop talking then... Ricky: No you can talk, I like hearing what you haave to saaay... (Alina smiled and continued to talk.) Alina: Well, alright. How does it feel to be out of the hospital, then? Ricky: Great. ...I'm reaally just glaad that I'm alive... Ms. Falcon: *Sigh* Yes, we all are... You really scared me there, Ricky... *Sniff* *Sniff* (Ricky looked back at his grandmother, who had started to cry...) Ricky: Gramma... Don't cry... Iss alright. I'm fine... Be happy... Ms. Falcon: *Sniff* I am happy... It's just *Sigh* you know.... (Ricky stayed quiet as he turned to his front again...) Ms. Falcon: ...I'm sorry, Ricky... Ricky: ...No, there's no reason to bee sorry... Ms. Falcon: I have to be stronger... But it's been so hard, Ricky... I... Ricky: You don't have to taalk anymore, Gramma... I undastand... Ms. Falcon: ... (They reached the hotel as Alina pulled in and parked in the hotel's garage. The three of them got out and walked inside of the hotel where the bell boy was waiting.) Bell Boy: You three are here for the suite aren't you? Ricky: Suite? Ms. Falcon: Yes, we're here for the suite. *Turns to Ricky* The government has provided us with the suite here in this hotel due to your accident. Ricky: The Yura government...? Ms. Falcon: Yes. Alina: Don't think about it so much, Ricky! Come on, we've got a suite! Look at the bright side. Ricky: I'm not complaining. I'm just not used to stuff like this... Ms. Falcon: You and me both... I'm just glad that I can share the experience with you. (Ricky smiled as the Bell Boy interrupted.) Bell Boy: Are you all ready to go up? Alina: Yes! Bell Boy: Ok, I'll carry your belongings up so follow me to the elevator. (The three of them followed the Bell Boy through the hotel lobby and into the elevator. The Bell boy pushed the button for the 13th floor as they stood in the elevator waiting to reach their floor.) Ricky: *Looking around* This is a really niiice place. The elevator even loooks clean. Ms. Falcon: It's very upscale. Ha. Imagine what the room must look like. Alina: I can't wait. Bell boy: I'm sorry to interrupt but I'm sure you all will not be disappointed in our suite. They have been designed with only your comfort and pleasure in mind. Ricky: *Under his breath* As well as your pocket... (Alina nudged Ricky's arm as the Bell Boy rolled his eyes before the elevator finally reached the 13th Floor. They each stepped out into the floor, the hallway walls were cream colored and the floors were sparkling as the Bell Boy led the way to room 133 and opened the door.) Alina: Oh my God... Bell Boy: We get that reaction quite often. Ha. (They each stepped into the suite.... It was gorgeous and extremely luxurious with ceramic tiles and a huge King size bed in the center of the room. Canned drink dispensers were placed by the bed as well as beautiful candy dishes filled with dozens of types of delicious sweets. Ricky walked around the room in amazement while the Bell Boy showed everyone where everything was...) Bell Boy: And this here is the bathroom, fully equipped with a jacuzzi for your personal pleasure. (Ricky simply stared in awe of his surroundings, he wasn't used to this....) Bell Boy: And that just about does it for me. I hope you enjoy your stay. (The Bell Boy began to walk out before Ms. Falcon stopped him...) Ms. Falcon: I believe you need to be tipped. Bell Boy: In all modesty ma'am, I... Ms. Falcon: Just take it. (Ms. Falcon handed the Bell Boy a nice tip as he walked out of the room.) Ricky: You know... The guy didn't act like he wanted a tip.... You didn't have to give him one... *Laughs* Alina: Ricky! Ricky: Hey, I'm just telling the truth. I mean... If it waas me, I probly wouldn't... Ms. Falcon: Just stop embarrassing yourself in front of Alina, Ricky... *Laughs* Ricky: ... Alina: Well, I'm gonna go take a shower! Man, this place is incredible... (Alina unpacked some of her belongings and ran into the bathroom. Ms. Falcon turned to Ricky and pointed at the bathroom door.) Ms. Falcon: She likes you, Ricky. And I know you like her. She seems like a good girl... I like her. Ricky: Ha. Well, she seems to have expensive taste and I don't know if I can afford her. *Laughs* Ms. Falcon: *Shaking her head* Ricky... (The two of them stood there as Alina began her shower in the beautiful suite. Ricky then went towards the bed and laid down flat on his back and stared at the ceiling....) |
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