Post by lockesdestiny on Sept 22, 2006 21:59:44 GMT -5
Author's Note: Longest Chapter Yet! Also, I wrote this a long time ago and have been copying from my old papers. Finally I'm done. I started writing from the mind after the part with fourteen coming there with the dynamite
Twenty-four men in all black walked to an almost deserted part of Kirkson. Two of them carried two large cans of pure gasoline. They all had matches and an AK with them.
“See that old gas station,” number twenty-four asked number two, who was one of the holding a gas can, “pour a little gas by the door and light it.”
“You got it,” two replied. He poured a little gas by the door then made a trail around the gas pumps then out by the road. “Here we go,” he said.
When the flame hit the gas some of the brightest colors came forth and headed straight towards the gas station. Explosions rocked from everywhere.
The secret police, who were three blocks away, watched with huge eyes. “Sweet!” said twenty.
Because the explosion was so loud neighbors came outside. “Oh no!” “It’s the twenty-four men who have been terrorizing Kirkson!” a local yelled.
“Ok, start the rampage!” twenty-four yelled. But when he turned around a big man came running at him with his hands into fists. He had to be at least twice the size of twenty-four.
“You want this town destroyed you’re gonna have to get past me!” he yelled. He took a swing at twenty-four’s head, but was too slow. Twenty-four moved and punched the guy in the chest. The guy flew back a little, but got up. The last thing he saw was a gun to his head. BAM! The big man was dead.
“Show no mercy!” “Make em beg!” “Leave no survivors!” were twenty-four’s next orders.
Everyone ran in different directions to start their mayhem. Six and seven busted down a door to a house and looked around. “Ooof!” A foot hit seven square in the chest and he went flying onto the street.
“I’m a black belt who’s ready to defend his city!” shouted a man who lived in the house.
Six also knew many forms of karate and always liked to use it. “Ok, I’m ready,” he said putting his arms up.
The man also put his arms and striked. “It’s a simple punch to the chest,” six thought defending his stomach. But what he got was a blow to the head. “Wow, that actually hurt,” six told himself, “it time to show him what I’m made of,” he thought.
But by that time the man had already thought of his next attack. He ran up beside six and put him in a chokehold. Six gasped for air and then flipped the guy over. Seven came up beside him. He too knew many different kinds of martial arts.
The man got up, looked at his two opponents and ran at them. He punched six and seven kicked him in the stomach. Both the man and six hit the ground hard and the guy got right back up. He kicked six in the stomach while six was rolling on the ground and ran at seven. With lightning speed seven moved out of the way.
“This guy giving you trouble?’’ Thirteen said extending a hand to six.
“No, we can handle him!” Six said picking himself up and dusting off his shirt. He grabbed his AK and aimed at the guy. The man looked just as he pulled the trigger.
BAM! BAM! BAM! Three bullets hit the man’s chest and he fell over.
“damn, I’m glad that’s over!” six said brushing his shoulders off.
BOOM! A huge explosion occurred and the three men looked where the sound came from.
“Sorry guys!” Twenty-one said after the smoke cleared and the men realized it was just him acting on orders to blow up buildings.
An old abandoned office building standing over seven stories high was the next target.
“Where is fourteen with the dynamite!” twenty-four said.
“I’m here, I’m here!” he shouted walking to the front with a box in his hands. “You know we have to be very careful with this stuff.”
“Just do your job,” twenty-four whispered.
Fourteen took his time with setting up the dynamite. The citizens were much to scared to try to stop them, so they watched from their homes. “Light ‘em up!” twenty-four yelled. Fourteen lit the fuse and everyone ran like the devil was chasing them. BOOM! CRASH! The building came down in a huge mess of rubble.
“Oh this is just too good!” Twenty-four, yelled. “Pinch me I must be dreaming!”
“You better be dreaming because he comes the Kirkson Army!” Number one yelled.
The Kirkson army was made out of the best from actual men and women who went to the same training camps with people who ended up going to the United States army. They were coming in a couple of tanks, so there had to be only about six of them.
“Give me the bazooka,” twenty-four told some of the secret police. The tanks were coming up a road far away, they had time to run, but no they needed to fight.
“Here,” twenty-two and seven handed off the large bazooka.
“Fire one!” Swoosh! A rocket came out and hit one of the tanks. BOOM! The tank blew up. “Ha!” “Load two!” he said.
“Fire two!” Swoosh! The second one hit dead-on. “Too good,” twenty-four thought.
Number two looked around and spotted something on top of another abandoned roof building. A sniper! And he was about to pull the trigger while aimed at twenty-four! “Watch out!” he screamed as he dived in front of twenty-four!
TING! The bullet hit two right where his wrist would have been, but now a robotic wrist. Most of the secret police turned around and started shooting and sure enough a man was hit by the bullets and fell over the edge of the building to his death.
“This stuff’s stronger then I expected!” Two said.
“Wait, this guy’s not with Kirkson!” Twenty-four told the others. They all walked over to the dead man’s body and sure enough he wasn’t wearing an army battle uniform, but just a t-shirt and jeans. They checked his pockets for I.D., but none was there. Suddenly something in the background moved.
“Something’s running away!” Three yelled. All twenty-four men ran into the back allies to see a figure running. The ally was straight so all they had to do was catch him. Soon, twenty-four was next to the guy. He tackled him into a wall, and the mysterious man fell to the ground.
“Who are you?” Twenty-four yelled at him. By that time everyone had caught up to them.
“I’m just following orders!” the man yelled back, “my name is…” SWOOP! A bullet from a pistol with a silencer entered the man’s throat. SWOOP! Another bullet hit the man’s head. Everyone turned around and looked in all directions but saw nothing.
“We’re leaving now!” Twenty-four yelled. The men all ran back to a warehouse that they didn’t destroy. They walked in and went to a big, locked door in the back. Twenty-four grabbed some keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. Inside was a ladder leading down into the ground. “After you guys,” he said making sure no one was watching. The men climbed down the ladder and walked through a tunnel leading to the underground basement. “No one says a word about this!” he said once they were in.
Chapter 7
Twenty-four men in all black walked to an almost deserted part of Kirkson. Two of them carried two large cans of pure gasoline. They all had matches and an AK with them.
“See that old gas station,” number twenty-four asked number two, who was one of the holding a gas can, “pour a little gas by the door and light it.”
“You got it,” two replied. He poured a little gas by the door then made a trail around the gas pumps then out by the road. “Here we go,” he said.
When the flame hit the gas some of the brightest colors came forth and headed straight towards the gas station. Explosions rocked from everywhere.
The secret police, who were three blocks away, watched with huge eyes. “Sweet!” said twenty.
Because the explosion was so loud neighbors came outside. “Oh no!” “It’s the twenty-four men who have been terrorizing Kirkson!” a local yelled.
“Ok, start the rampage!” twenty-four yelled. But when he turned around a big man came running at him with his hands into fists. He had to be at least twice the size of twenty-four.
“You want this town destroyed you’re gonna have to get past me!” he yelled. He took a swing at twenty-four’s head, but was too slow. Twenty-four moved and punched the guy in the chest. The guy flew back a little, but got up. The last thing he saw was a gun to his head. BAM! The big man was dead.
“Show no mercy!” “Make em beg!” “Leave no survivors!” were twenty-four’s next orders.
Everyone ran in different directions to start their mayhem. Six and seven busted down a door to a house and looked around. “Ooof!” A foot hit seven square in the chest and he went flying onto the street.
“I’m a black belt who’s ready to defend his city!” shouted a man who lived in the house.
Six also knew many forms of karate and always liked to use it. “Ok, I’m ready,” he said putting his arms up.
The man also put his arms and striked. “It’s a simple punch to the chest,” six thought defending his stomach. But what he got was a blow to the head. “Wow, that actually hurt,” six told himself, “it time to show him what I’m made of,” he thought.
But by that time the man had already thought of his next attack. He ran up beside six and put him in a chokehold. Six gasped for air and then flipped the guy over. Seven came up beside him. He too knew many different kinds of martial arts.
The man got up, looked at his two opponents and ran at them. He punched six and seven kicked him in the stomach. Both the man and six hit the ground hard and the guy got right back up. He kicked six in the stomach while six was rolling on the ground and ran at seven. With lightning speed seven moved out of the way.
“This guy giving you trouble?’’ Thirteen said extending a hand to six.
“No, we can handle him!” Six said picking himself up and dusting off his shirt. He grabbed his AK and aimed at the guy. The man looked just as he pulled the trigger.
BAM! BAM! BAM! Three bullets hit the man’s chest and he fell over.
“damn, I’m glad that’s over!” six said brushing his shoulders off.
BOOM! A huge explosion occurred and the three men looked where the sound came from.
“Sorry guys!” Twenty-one said after the smoke cleared and the men realized it was just him acting on orders to blow up buildings.
An old abandoned office building standing over seven stories high was the next target.
“Where is fourteen with the dynamite!” twenty-four said.
“I’m here, I’m here!” he shouted walking to the front with a box in his hands. “You know we have to be very careful with this stuff.”
“Just do your job,” twenty-four whispered.
Fourteen took his time with setting up the dynamite. The citizens were much to scared to try to stop them, so they watched from their homes. “Light ‘em up!” twenty-four yelled. Fourteen lit the fuse and everyone ran like the devil was chasing them. BOOM! CRASH! The building came down in a huge mess of rubble.
“Oh this is just too good!” Twenty-four, yelled. “Pinch me I must be dreaming!”
“You better be dreaming because he comes the Kirkson Army!” Number one yelled.
The Kirkson army was made out of the best from actual men and women who went to the same training camps with people who ended up going to the United States army. They were coming in a couple of tanks, so there had to be only about six of them.
“Give me the bazooka,” twenty-four told some of the secret police. The tanks were coming up a road far away, they had time to run, but no they needed to fight.
“Here,” twenty-two and seven handed off the large bazooka.
“Fire one!” Swoosh! A rocket came out and hit one of the tanks. BOOM! The tank blew up. “Ha!” “Load two!” he said.
“Fire two!” Swoosh! The second one hit dead-on. “Too good,” twenty-four thought.
Number two looked around and spotted something on top of another abandoned roof building. A sniper! And he was about to pull the trigger while aimed at twenty-four! “Watch out!” he screamed as he dived in front of twenty-four!
TING! The bullet hit two right where his wrist would have been, but now a robotic wrist. Most of the secret police turned around and started shooting and sure enough a man was hit by the bullets and fell over the edge of the building to his death.
“This stuff’s stronger then I expected!” Two said.
“Wait, this guy’s not with Kirkson!” Twenty-four told the others. They all walked over to the dead man’s body and sure enough he wasn’t wearing an army battle uniform, but just a t-shirt and jeans. They checked his pockets for I.D., but none was there. Suddenly something in the background moved.
“Something’s running away!” Three yelled. All twenty-four men ran into the back allies to see a figure running. The ally was straight so all they had to do was catch him. Soon, twenty-four was next to the guy. He tackled him into a wall, and the mysterious man fell to the ground.
“Who are you?” Twenty-four yelled at him. By that time everyone had caught up to them.
“I’m just following orders!” the man yelled back, “my name is…” SWOOP! A bullet from a pistol with a silencer entered the man’s throat. SWOOP! Another bullet hit the man’s head. Everyone turned around and looked in all directions but saw nothing.
“We’re leaving now!” Twenty-four yelled. The men all ran back to a warehouse that they didn’t destroy. They walked in and went to a big, locked door in the back. Twenty-four grabbed some keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. Inside was a ladder leading down into the ground. “After you guys,” he said making sure no one was watching. The men climbed down the ladder and walked through a tunnel leading to the underground basement. “No one says a word about this!” he said once they were in.