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This is not Power Rangers related.
This is the first work that I've let anyone read so....shut the fuck up if you don't like it cause it'll get better.
Names for most characters were influenced by some online friends and of course members of this board. Every 4 chapters I will go back & name which one of you silly ass people were incorporated into the story.
Enjoy Mother Fuc....
I mean enjoy.
McConville
Chapter I: Once a thief, twice a thief.
A cameraman, A fugitive & a bounty hunter walk into a...
Sounds like the setup for the world's lamest joke right? Well in all actuality it's really part of the world's most unbelievable story. My name is James McConville & said fugitive. This is my story, you can choose to believe it or not but either way...your in for one hell of a ride.
Now that I think back, it all started in 1998. I'd just started working for Thomas Powers of Powers International. Mr.Powers had requested my services as a security consultant for insurance reasons. It was my job to break into Mr.Powers most exclusive security perimeters and tell him how bad his security actually was. It's safe to say his Chief of Security Bishop Brewster didn't appreciate my "skills" as much as Mr.Powers...but I'm getting off track here.
So I started working for Mr.Powers & life was good. Mr.Powers was one of the richest men in America as he and his son Jonathan Powers they ran the largest Multi-National company in the world. Powers International covered every market from kid's shoelaces to government contracts that weren't supposed to exist.
Originally I ran into Mr.Powers because I was exhibiting my skills without him knowing it...in other words I was robbing his house because I was dirt poor. Somewhere along the line Mr.Powers woke up, saw me and had a stroke. Me being the sucker that I am I stayed around & called for an ambulance. Mr.Powers appreciated that and considering his house was as well guarded as his facilities, Mr.Powers gave me a job & we became pretty good friends.
It's funny ya know, at the time I thought "Well who said good deeds don't go unpunished", but I suppose I still had some past sins to make up for because the events that would come to be were by far heavier weighed than that of the reward I received.
Throughout the years I would become like a son to Mr.Powers & he had become the father I had never had, the same could almost be said in his case. Mr.Powers' son Jonathan was more business than sociality.
Jonathan had it all...literally. He had a loving family, unconceivable funds and one day an entire empire to gravel before him...one day. Suffice to say we never got along, with me being the gutter of society and him being the one to throw his garbage into the gutter it's safe to say that we had our share of problems, but it's one in particular that I'm here to share with you.
The day was February 9th, 2000. I remember the date so well because I recognize it as the last day of my life. I had just come back from a long night at Powers International going over there new security layout. It was supposed to be the best of the best. Suffice to say I think they were right this time as I just couldn't figure out the timing and schematics on some of those things, well I threw in the towel and decided to go home. Home. It's a funny word it is, regardless that would be the last night I had a reason to use the word since that would be the last night I stepped foot into mine.
When I arrived at my apartment building I saw Mr.Powers' car outside. Mr.Powers never liked to flaunt his money so much and so he never had anyone drive for him. He believed that what a man could do for himself a man should do for himself and that's how he lived, a man who could do things himself.
Just then would be the most horrifying and defining moment of my life. Mr.Powers in my apartment bleeding all over my carpet with a knife in the back of his neck. I know that sounds sincere, but that's the most descriptive way to put it to you & at this point in my life I think it's safe to say that I'm not going for any publicity points.
After about 4 minutes of shock I heard sirens outside of my window.
It was the police, & paparazzi and they were calling my name with lights all shined on me. It looked like Mrs.McConville's little boy from New York had become famous too bad I never got to know her or I could send her an autograph.
I knew I couldn't just stay there. With my former popularity with the police I thought it best to run. I don't know why I did it then, but I checked Mr.Powers'. I always called him Mr.Powers, he told me that although respectful we were beyond title. I suppose I just did it because I had always felt bad for almost killing him that first night we met. Ironic that it was now that I felt bad that he had to die this way instead of the way he might have. Then perhaps we'd both have died a more peaceful way.
I suppose I was looking for a clue, or something to that extent. I still can't explain it to this day but I grabbed his wallet, planner and took off like a bat at of hell. I think the police saw it coming as they were all over me like Michael Jackson on boys who stay home alone. Within a second I heard the police over the bullhorn to stop or they would shoot. At that same time I heard about a dozen guns firing on yours truly...it was like the fourth of July without all of the glamour and of course that they were trying to kill me.
I finally made it up to the roof using the fire escape with a duffel bag in tow. Luckily I had my equipment on me from work and successfully shot a line down to the adjacent building. I had always been on the paranoid side & for once in my life it had paid off.
My escape route was perfect. I had my bike stashed in the garage of and I made my way out through a nearby water duct. I left the bike in the duct and made my way to the only safe place I could think of which was a bar outside of the city. The bar was mostly a refuge for drug dealers and sociopath but it was the only place I knew there wouldn't be a cop....or an honest one on duty anyway.
I stayed there until the next night when the sun went down again and hopped a train to Long Island out in the Hamptons where I knew Mr.Powers' had a summer home. I knew the cops would probably have that staked out though, as I was sure Jonathan was convinced of my "innocence" & would do anything to help them bring me in for "my safety". I guess at the time I couldn't really blame him, but I still didn't like the guy, he was still an asshole...just an asshole in grieving at the time.
I passed on the summer home but broke into a neighbors house of Mr.Powers' whom I knew only used the house during the summer.
The next morning Jonathan had proved me right as he'd placed a $35 Billion dollar reward for my head. With a wink that said dead or alive attached with his statement. I knew I couldn't stay in New York so I took the bike out of the neighbors garage and made my way out of state. I went from vehicle to vehicle, city to city & state to state making my getaway and trying to just survive another day. That's how my story begins, but I'm by far not the only one who would be in the midst of things.
Next Chapter: A Cowboy named Kenta!
Sparky Ranger
09-09-2003, 12:31 PM
I suppose the first thing that should be said is this really shoulda been marked off topic. But I like it, it sounds promising. When can we expect more?
Originally posted by Sparky Ranger
I suppose the first thing that should be said is this really shoulda been marked off topic. But I like it, it sounds promising. When can we expect more?
Fanfic should not be marked off topic if it's in the fanfic section, whether PR related or not. It's at the top of the thread & that's all you get on that note.
I have chapters II & III here with me at work.
So...
Chapter II: A Cowboy named Kenta!
Kenta Akiyamata. The world's craziest bounty hunter & possibly one of the weirdest son of a bitches I have ever met. Kenta was also from New York, however when I came across him he was resided in Japan. Seems Kenta had a thing for Japanese culture, it was his lifestyle. He trained himself in various Japanese arts and from time to time was known to speak Japanese. For the record, it is both a blessing and a curse when he does that. On the plus side it makes for an interesting laugh while liquored up and hearing him speak a million miles a minute in the foreign tongue. On the negative side I can't understand anything he says except for when he calls me an idiot, and that's only cause he says it so much.
Anyways it seemed that Kenta may have not taking a liking to American culture, but he sure as hell loved the money. I originally met Kenta about 5 months before my "great escape" from New York as one of Mr.Powers' "suits" was running from the long arm of the law and Kenta was the fist attached to it to both bring him in and knock him around. Mr.Powers' paid the bounty for it upfront and offered to take Kenta out for dinner. Kenta refused with some Japanese lingo that only he and Mr.Powers could understand (and I suppose anyone from Japan) and took his leave.
There was a time when I wished I had never run into Kenta after that day, mainly because he leaves one hell of a mark with those fists of his, but regardless Kenta became a go....I'm sorry, there I am getting ahead of myself again.
The next time I would see Kenta would be in Florida. Later on I would discover that he was there on vacation visiting family and that he'd received an anonymous tip on where to cash in the $35 billion dollars attached to my body.
I'm still not sure as to why someone would leave an anonymous tip to cash in $35 billion dollars, I mean who could pass that kind of money up so easily? Regardless Kenta found me in a local Wal-Mart which had yet to be opened. I loved staying in these places. They had comfortable places to sleep, tons of food and bath products, and not to mention one hell of a dvd collection.
The moment Kenta walked through those doors I knew that this store wasn't going to be opening anytime soon. Mostly because when he walked through the doors he blew the hinges off. Never one to shoot an unarmed man Kenta threw his piece to the side and stood in a Bruce Lee like fashion. I stupidly took his challenge and went at him with fists of glory. After a couple of backhands and straightforward sidekicks to my face my fists of glory became more like the hands of a dishwasher. It was from that moment on that I knew I couldn't take him toe to toe like this, so I did what any person in position would do...I went for the gun. He must have figured me out to be the no-good thief that would do such a thing because he pulled out his piece from the back and fired up on me.
I guess I can't blame him as I wasn't exactly proving him wrong.
I dashed behind some aisles and locked in on my target. He just stood there steady, nice and slow twirling his gun on his finger pointing it in my direction back & forth only saying the words BANG.
At first I didn't get it. I thought perhaps he was just being the flashy cowboy the TV said he was like how he blew the doors off upon his entrance. I'd never killed a man though and so the softy inside me told me to shoot him in the leg. I got an open shot and mustered enough might to pull the hammer back.
BANG?! Huh? He looked at me with a smile and muttered something like
Mukou? At the time I had hoped he'd gone crazy so that I could make an exit out the back, no such luck as I'd realized that the gun had no bullets! He'd thrown the gun out like that to feel me out. He now had the upper-hand both pschycologically and physically.
Just then he stood there with the gun to my head and I realized my days of running were over. I'd been beaten & he'd just made a ton o' money. I couldn't have been more wrong.
Just then a man came out of the background, that man would later be introduced to me as Randy Caldwell. Randy was an Indies film maker who was doing a biography on Kenta's adventures as a bounty hunter. I would also learn that Randy was the man behind the special effects and essentially the reason the doors were blown off the building.
I guess he was trying to add some additional spice to Kenta's latest capture...me.
Just as Randy came closer to us about 20 police cars came closer to the front of the building. Looked like Kenta wouldn't have to go too far to cash that reward, or so we thought. Within second the building was surrounded and the police got on the horn.
Randy explained that he had heard the police on the scanners talking about taking the both of them in for the death of Mr.Powers. Kenta quickly went into shock and we found a TV in the backroom near the employee break room.
CoN: So what now hotshot? Do you think they'll give you the same hand-to-hand invitation that you gave me?
Kenta: Baka! Shut up!
He turned on the news and there we were. The news reports stated that Kenta was my accomplice.
CoN: So if you're the sidekick than shouldn't I be holding the gun?
Kenta just looked at me as if it was time to show me how his gun could fire through my head like a pencil through paper, but just then that's when we heard them.
The police had entered the building.
Next Chapter: Watch out for falling bodies!
I'll always post between Chapters so that there is a space between them separating them.
Expect a new chapter every day if not more.
Depends on how much it's liked I suppose.
Most chapters are already done.
Enjoy.
Chapter III: Watch out for falling bodies!
When trying to survive a near-death experience, or an experience your about to have that could be the death of you the best weapon you have is your mind. Soon as we heard the tactical units approach the store we'd realized that we were all in over our head.
Kenta quickly checked his pistols and Randy did the same with his body gear. I did the same to my handcuffs, as that's all I really had to my disposal. We heard the police closing in on us and Kenta was frantic. The police stopped where they were, as they must have known where we were located. Akiyama, McConville! Come out unarmed and with your hands above your head! We WILL NOT FIRE IF YOU GIVE UP PEACEFULLY! the police shouted.
I had gone this route before with the cops & I wasn't about to go it again. I quickly pulled a Houdini and slipped out of my captor's cuffs. Kenta was too busy sweating bullets and loading them into his pistols. I quickly took the empty pistol that he'd so kindly given me before and shoved it behind my back. Kenta was busy sweating and reloading bullets to notice what I was doing. He then picked me up and started to walk out using me as a human shield of sorts. I quickly dropped the cuffs off of me and onto him and pushed him to the ground, I took the pistols he had been so kind to load for me and being the nice guy that I am I returned the pistol from my back to him.
CoN: Sucks to be you huh? I mean, you came in thinking you were going to be $35 billion dollars richer and now you’re a wanted fugitive and "known" accomplice to a famous fugitive.
Kenta: This is all a misunderstanding! There's no way they can think that I'm hooked up with you, I came here to bring YOU in!
CoN: Well, I'd love to sit down and unravel this little mystery with you but the truth is I couldn't really care at the moment, as I really need to be going.
Kenta: If you think you're going to get away with this you're wrong. I'm going to find you, somehow, somewhere, someday.
CoN: Yes, & I'm going to join the boys church choir.
Kenta: Well I'm sure you have a lovely voice, I'll be sure to listen to it the next time I see you, as you'll be screaming at the top of your lungs for mercy.
CoN: & I'll have to see if I can get the police to let your little cameraman video tape the action of you in the joint, as I'm sure you'll be doing some screaming of your own.
Banzai! Motherfucker. Good luck.
With that I made my way out into the store and snuck along the sides of the wall to find an escape route, I knew that they would have both the back & front of the store covered.
Back in the break room Randy helped Kenta up and grabbed the keys off of his persons to let him out. They quickly followed my lead but were stopped by the cops who didn't take them into custody, but rather held them at gunpoint.
I stayed locked up in a vent as I thought the best way to escape is to make them think I did and just wait for everyone to leave. It's much easier to make a break for it from the morning cleaning crew than it would be to run from 20 guys who had all yearned to be the next star of cops.
I shimmied my way down the vent closer to the action so I could hear what was going on. Kenta's & the police's little visit had insured that I wasn't going to be watching cable, but I was hoping they'd give me a much better type of show. When I finally got close enough I could hear the cops calling it in, but I couldn't get a good luck at them yet from the angle I was at.
P1:Yes Sir, we have Akiyama and his partner
Randy: I'm not his partner, I'm doing a
Just then before the words got out of Randy's mouth they struck a blow to the back of his head.
P3: Did I tell you talk?! DID I?!
By the time I got a better look at what was going on, Randy was holding onto the back of his head and began to stand up slowly. Kenta didn't move. I took a closer look at the uniform and weaponry that the cops were packing and began to realize why Kenta wasn't moving. He knew just as I did that these men were not cops.
The "police" had matching tattoos of a black raven with a sword running through it. You could tell that they’re Japanese Yakuzza, and it looked as if they were “old friends” of Kenta. They began to approach him slowly but Kenta didn't move.
Kenta: So what do you plan to do now? Going to kill me? You let my bounty get away damn you!
P1: ~No no no. You don't understand. You ARE the bounty...and boss says that if we bring you in alive that we're dead. So you understand why we have to do what we have to do, right?
Kenta: Your move.
Just then in a single movement Kenta kicked the man in front of him to the ground and pushed off of him to move backwards to the two men behind him, swept across the top of their arms back first and flipped himself over so that he was now behind him facing in the same direction he started off with. Three strikes to the each of them and they lost their balance but he kept them on their feet so that he could use them as shields. He reached for an arm on each man and began to use their arms to fire at their own associates.
Just then the second wave came in and Kenta fired a single shot into the air as to let them know that he was playing for keeps. When he fired that shot into the air it surprised the shit out of me and so startled I jumped out of the vent onto my would be captor.
With my gun at this head and his head at mine we heard the Yakuzza closing in. Randy had taken off in the back to grab his other camera and began to start filming.
I looked at Kenta with a dark look in my eye that could freeze time; he looked at me back with something of the same accord. We both sprang back to opposite sides of the stores and took cover, screaming to each other while awaiting our captors.
CoN: So are all of your busts this smooth?
Kenta:
CoN: Oh come on! There's no reason to be mad. So you're wanted for murder and the Japanese mafia is trying to kill you with about a dozen armed to the teeth men. Is that so bad?
The only thing I heard from Kenta was the firing of his gun, which was good for me because it meant that all attention had been diverted from my yapping mouth to where the gunshots were firing.
When I looked up there were a couple men left and I quickly fired upon them knocking two of them to the ground with Kenta's guns I had acquired earlier.
I met up with Kenta in the middle and then Randy came out to meet the two of us. Just then a young Japanese woman came into the building. She looked like one of those girls that were all sweet and innocent, except for the fact that she was dressed like a hooker and loving it.
She presented a letter to Kenta and turned her back to him. I peeked over Kenta's shoulder to get a glimpse of it, but it was in Japanese. Kenta read the letter carefully and turned awfully pale. Not less than a second after Kenta's jaw had dropped from the shock of the letter, the woman turned around and with a flick of the wrist burned the paper and began to attack Kenta with a katana she had hidden on her persons.
The two went back and forth and I realized this was my getaway. I dropped took the pistols I had, picked up my bag and began to run towards the outside of the building.
Just as I made it to the door I heard two shots. One of them flinging past my eyes into the glass from the secondary door that was hanging by a thread from Kenta's entrance earlier that night. I turned around to see that the other shot had landed inside of the woman, she layed there stiff on the ground. Her katana also lay stiff, except it was laying through Kenta's arm.
Kenta: I need to come with you.
CoN: I don't like groupies
He fired again into the glass.
Kenta: I need to come with you.
CoN: If I stand here long enough without answering you, will you bleed to death & leave me alone?
Kenta: You stand here long enough and I have a feeling that we'll both be bleeding to death.
Randy helped him closer to me and we took one of the unmarked cars out front.
Kenta: He drives. I still don't trust you.
CoN: Fine with me, but I'm riding in the front. I don't like riding in the back.
Kenta: Too many bad memories?
CoN: No, I get carsick.
Randy: So where are we headed anyway.
CoN: Towards Chicago. We're going to need some help if you guys want to get to the bottom of this.
Kenta: Who do you know out east.
CoN: Just a funny Valentine, just a funny Valentine.
Next Chapter: A woman's touch.
Sparky Ranger
09-09-2003, 12:41 PM
I'm just saying that an OT: is appropriate in a forum called "Power Rangers Fanfic" still I ain't gonna start an argument over it.
Good, because you'd lose.
Forum descriptions say share or read fanfics. This is fanfiction from a variety of different things.
In "Power Rangers General Discussion" it clearly states discuss Power Rangers and other things, if the "Power Rangers Fanfic" forum said share or read Power Rangers and other fanfics, than I would put an OT at the top.
I've been here for awhile Sparky, I think I know how things run.
Sparky Ranger
09-09-2003, 01:08 PM
Wait...so your logic says if it says "Power Rangers and Other things" it needs an OT if it's 'Other things' yet if it's called "Power Rangers Fanfics" it doesn't need an OT if it isn't... you may have been on the board longer generally (although let's face it membership dates don't *really* mean a thing, hell I remember the board first appearing years ago! lol. Anyway what I mean is you'll find a number of fanfics that aren't PR based say so in the subject line, even if they don't say OT they usually say something to indicate it.
Originally posted by Sparky Ranger
Wait...so your logic says if it says "Power Rangers and Other things" it needs an OT if it's 'Other things' yet if it's called "Power Rangers Fanfics" it doesn't need an OT if it isn't... you may have been on the board longer generally (although let's face it membership dates don't *really* mean a thing, hell I remember the board first appearing years ago! lol. Anyway what I mean is you'll find a number of fanfics that aren't PR based say so in the subject line, even if they don't say OT they usually say something to indicate it.
The first line of my first post in this thread states...
"This is not Power Rangers related."
If you can't read, that's not my problem.
It's not off topic as the topic for the forum is fanfic. I did state that it wasn't related to Power Rangers however, because that's common courtesy.
How long you have been here is irrelevant.
How long I have been here was not, as to show that I've been here long enough to know how the discussion boards do's and dont's play into effect.
Now why don't you do something that is suppossed to be done in this forum & either read or share a fanfic.
Don't post and say that the only thing that should have been was an "OT" because what I presented is fanfiction, and thus not off topic.
Sparky Ranger
09-09-2003, 04:53 PM
Originally posted by CoN
The first line of my first post in this thread states...
"This is not Power Rangers related."
If you can't read, that's not my problem.
It's not off topic as the topic for the forum is fanfic. I did state that it wasn't related to Power Rangers however, because that's common courtesy.
How long you have been here is irrelevant.
How long I have been here was not, as to show that I've been here long enough to know how the discussion boards do's and dont's play into effect.
Now why don't you do something that is suppossed to be done in this forum & either read or share a fanfic.
Don't post and say that the only thing that should have been was an "OT" because what I presented is fanfiction, and thus not off topic.
Bah forget it. I wasn't looking for an argument as I say, just a joke. Sorry if it was taken the wrong way. And yes, I did know that it was posted in the first line, I did see that, and yes I can read :p (which is more than certain people on this forum...not directed at you, you know the sort of people I mean!)
As for the read or share fanfic comment, you'll notice that I have an entire series available here :p and I did read your fanfic, in fact I said how much I enjoyed it. Just accept the compliment and forget the rest ok?
Do you have much more to come on the fic by the way?
Claveler
09-09-2003, 11:34 PM
Actually, the topic of this forum IS "Power Rangers Fanfic". That means that in this board, people generally post fanfics based on Power Rangers. Since this fanfic is not based on Power Rangers, it's Off-Topic. Does it matter if you put OT or not? Only if you're obsessed. End.
And Sparky has been here longer than many, MANY people.
Sparky Ranger
09-10-2003, 02:25 AM
Originally posted by Who is the Suck Poster?
Actually, the topic of this forum IS "Power Rangers Fanfic". That means that in this board, people generally post fanfics based on Power Rangers. Since this fanfic is not based on Power Rangers, it's Off-Topic. Does it matter if you put OT or not? Only if you're obsessed. End.
And Sparky has been here longer than many, MANY people.
I don't know who the fuck you are mate but leave it. We've let it drop, don't start it up again.
EDIT: Just found out who you are so withdraw the "I don't know...you are" comment. But the rest remains. The debate's over, leave it. I appreciate the support but this isn't the place.
Originally posted by Who is the Suck Poster?
Actually, the topic of this forum IS "Power Rangers Fanfic". That means that in this board, people generally post fanfics based on Power Rangers. Since this fanfic is not based on Power Rangers, it's Off-Topic. Does it matter if you put OT or not? Only if you're obsessed. End.
And Sparky has been here longer than many, MANY people.
Hi. You need to shut the fuck up.
Just because fics are generally (that's the key word here) based on PR fanfic which is the title to this forum, doesn't make other stories or fics OT because in the description to the forum it expresses what the forum is for.
Sparky has not been here longer than most & he sure as hell ain't (not a word) been here longer than me.
If you guys really want to drop something, than shut the fuck up.
The story will have a new chapter each day & I'd hate to tell you how many chapters as then it ruins the value of the story in my opinion.
Year Ranger
09-10-2003, 08:45 AM
Originally posted by CoN
This is not Power Rangers related.
This is the first work that I've let anyone read so....shut the fuck up if you don't like it cause it'll get better.
Names for most characters were influenced by some online friends and of course members of this board. Every 4 chapters I will go back & name which one of you silly ass people were incorporated into the story.
Enjoy Mother Fuc....
I mean enjoy.
McConville
Chapter I: Once a thief, twice a thief.
A cameraman, A fugitive & a bounty hunter walk into a...
Sounds like the setup for the world's lamest joke right? Well in all actuality it's really part of the world's most unbelievable story. My name is James McConville & said fugitive. This is my story, you can choose to believe it or not but either way...your in for one hell of a ride.
Now that I think back, it all started in 1998. I'd just started working for Thomas Powers of Powers International. Mr.Powers had requested my services as a security consultant for insurance reasons. It was my job to break into Mr.Powers most exclusive security perimeters and tell him how bad his security actually was. It's safe to say his Chief of Security Bishop Brewster didn't appreciate my "skills" as much as Mr.Powers...but I'm getting off track here.
So I started working for Mr.Powers & life was good. Mr.Powers was one of the richest men in America as he and his son Jonathan Powers they ran the largest Multi-National company in the world. Powers International covered every market from kid's shoelaces to government contracts that weren't supposed to exist.
Originally I ran into Mr.Powers because I was exhibiting my skills without him knowing it...in other words I was robbing his house because I was dirt poor. Somewhere along the line Mr.Powers woke up, saw me and had a stroke. Me being the sucker that I am I stayed around & called for an ambulance. Mr.Powers appreciated that and considering his house was as well guarded as his facilities, Mr.Powers gave me a job & we became pretty good friends.
It's funny ya know, at the time I thought "Well who said good deeds don't go unpunished", but I suppose I still had some past sins to make up for because the events that would come to be were by far heavier weighed than that of the reward I received.
Throughout the years I would become like a son to Mr.Powers & he had become the father I had never had, the same could almost be said in his case. Mr.Powers' son Jonathan was more business than sociality.
Jonathan had it all...literally. He had a loving family, unconceivable funds and one day an entire empire to gravel before him...one day. Suffice to say we never got along, with me being the gutter of society and him being the one to throw his garbage into the gutter it's safe to say that we had our share of problems, but it's one in particular that I'm here to share with you.
The day was February 9th, 2000. I remember the date so well because I recognize it as the last day of my life. I had just come back from a long night at Powers International going over there new security layout. It was supposed to be the best of the best. Suffice to say I think they were right this time as I just couldn't figure out the timing and schematics on some of those things, well I threw in the towel and decided to go home. Home. It's a funny word it is, regardless that would be the last night I had a reason to use the word since that would be the last night I stepped foot into mine.
When I arrived at my apartment building I saw Mr.Powers' car outside. Mr.Powers never liked to flaunt his money so much and so he never had anyone drive for him. He believed that what a man could do for himself a man should do for himself and that's how he lived, a man who could do things himself.
Just then would be the most horrifying and defining moment of my life. Mr.Powers in my apartment bleeding all over my carpet with a knife in the back of his neck. I know that sounds sincere, but that's the most descriptive way to put it to you & at this point in my life I think it's safe to say that I'm not going for any publicity points.
After about 4 minutes of shock I heard sirens outside of my window.
It was the police, & paparazzi and they were calling my name with lights all shined on me. It looked like Mrs.McConville's little boy from New York had become famous too bad I never got to know her or I could send her an autograph.
I knew I couldn't just stay there. With my former popularity with the police I thought it best to run. I don't know why I did it then, but I checked Mr.Powers'. I always called him Mr.Powers, he told me that although respectful we were beyond title. I suppose I just did it because I had always felt bad for almost killing him that first night we met. Ironic that it was now that I felt bad that he had to die this way instead of the way he might have. Then perhaps we'd both have died a more peaceful way.
I suppose I was looking for a clue, or something to that extent. I still can't explain it to this day but I grabbed his wallet, planner and took off like a bat at of hell. I think the police saw it coming as they were all over me like Michael Jackson on boys who stay home alone. Within a second I heard the police over the bullhorn to stop or they would shoot. At that same time I heard about a dozen guns firing on yours truly...it was like the fourth of July without all of the glamour and of course that they were trying to kill me.
I finally made it up to the roof using the fire escape with a duffel bag in tow. Luckily I had my equipment on me from work and successfully shot a line down to the adjacent building. I had always been on the paranoid side & for once in my life it had paid off.
My escape route was perfect. I had my bike stashed in the garage of and I made my way out through a nearby water duct. I left the bike in the duct and made my way to the only safe place I could think of which was a bar outside of the city. The bar was mostly a refuge for drug dealers and sociopath but it was the only place I knew there wouldn't be a cop....or an honest one on duty anyway.
I stayed there until the next night when the sun went down again and hopped a train to Long Island out in the Hamptons where I knew Mr.Powers' had a summer home. I knew the cops would probably have that staked out though, as I was sure Jonathan was convinced of my "innocence" & would do anything to help them bring me in for "my safety". I guess at the time I couldn't really blame him, but I still didn't like the guy, he was still an asshole...just an asshole in grieving at the time.
I passed on the summer home but broke into a neighbors house of Mr.Powers' whom I knew only used the house during the summer.
The next morning Jonathan had proved me right as he'd placed a $35 Billion dollar reward for my head. With a wink that said dead or alive attached with his statement. I knew I couldn't stay in New York so I took the bike out of the neighbors garage and made my way out of state. I went from vehicle to vehicle, city to city & state to state making my getaway and trying to just survive another day. That's how my story begins, but I'm by far not the only one who would be in the midst of things.
Next Chapter: A Cowboy named Kenta!
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Chapter IV: A woman's touch.
I couldn't help but laugh. The bounty hunter that had come to cash in on $35 billion dollars (anyone else think that's a bit much?) on my head was now my "partner in crime". I mean for two years now I have just been living day to day, running from place to place & ultimately surviving another day. For so long I felt like the whole world was against me, but more to the point trying to cash me in like roll quarters...a roll of quarters worth about $35 billion dollars.
All in all I'd have to say that the weirdest thing I was thinking about ...was how bad we fucked up Wal-Mart. I mean what was that?! It was like a damned movie!
I still couldn't figure out how Kenta's tipper knew where I would be, or why he passed up the bounty, but I suppose that's why we were on our trip. After our oh so lovely introduction at Wal-Mart we decided that we had to find a place to lay low for a couple of days and then head out to Chicago. Before leaving Florida we made a visit to one of Kenta's safe houses that he said he kept for business reasons. I guess this wasn't the first time that the bounty hunter had become hunted as the place looked like June Cleaver's home on the outside & something out of Full Metal Jacket inside.
The walls were covered with various weapons, from swords to guns and I guess he was going for completely nuts because I saw some hand grenades. We also made some stops for Randy as he was in need of new equipment. His old equipment had been damaged during the shoot out with the Yakuza.
I still couldn't figure Randy out. He didn't seem like any type of adrenaline junkie & to travel on the run with fugitives all for the benefit of a documentary just seemed crazy to me. Even though Randy seemed at a distant at most times, Randy was a talker. He told me about how he had wanted to be on one of those American Idol shows, like Star Search with people trying to become the next pop icon for a generation. Randy wanted to be in the spotlight & I suppose by creating such a dangerous documentary he figured he could get a different piece of that spotlight. He then went on to tell me about how he had met up with Kenta in Florida during a shootout in Clermont in which Kenta saved the day.
He said that they had been filming the documentary for about 3 weeks and it was getting boring up until their encounter with me. Glad I could be of some use for once I told him, he kind of didn't play to well off of my sarcasm. I guess I forget sometimes that I'm a brutal killer on the run from the law and that when I decide to poke fun at something people tend get uncomfortable. It's a bad feeling when you realize someone feels that way because of you & even though I was with other people now it made me feel that much more alone.
In any event I was not alone anymore, and I didn't know if I was too comfortable with that. Not only was I on the road with a man who held me at gunpoint less than a week ago, but I also had his paparazzi sidekick following me around taping the "famous" fugitive at any given chance.
When we arrived in Chicago we made our way to an anime convention. Anime is those cartoons over in Japan once we bring them over to America. Everyone was in costume as their favorite superhero or gangster, so what better place to be than here if we were to move all of Kenta's "toys" into another vehicle without being conspicuous. Kenta & Randy went to load the equipment as I awaited a call back from an associate of mine, Julia Valentine.
Julia & me go way back. Julia had come to New York once a few years back in my early days of being a juvenile and together we pulled off small jobs with a group of other kids in the area. Julia was more in the new-school class of thieves, opposed to my "ancient" ways of doing things as she put it. She loved to use the "latest and greatest" technology to break into a place but she didn't mind finishing the job on just her natural attributes alone. Julia was a great cat-thief. She always landed on her feet and her agility was like that of an Olympian. Julia was a bit flashy at times when it came to a hit though, as she sometimes liked to draw attention to herself and make it known that she was in the building and robbing you blind.
I figured it was time that we made a visit to the big apple, as the only way we were ever going to get to find out how we all got to where we are today was to go back where it all started. The reason I thought we should bring Julia along was because a) I didn't trust the bounty hunter & with Julia there it would help even up the odds a bit & b) because if we were going back to New York than I was going to have to break into Powers International and that's just something that I couldn't risk doing without some help. Mr. Powers was at my home that night for a reason & his killer was still on the loose.
That both angered and terrified me, but I honestly couldn't tell you which one more over the other. Just then before I was about to go into one of my self-pity parties Julia walked up to us.
Julia: You look like hell, glad to see that you're taking care of yourself CoN.
CoN: Yea, well I lost my new Richard Simmons tape and so I've been sweating it to the oldies.
Julia: Funny, so who's your crew?
CoN: Actually you are. They cover different areas of this hit.
Julia: A 2-man crew for a job this big? Are you kidding me?! Let me make some calls, I can have a crew down here in a day or so.
CoN: Can't afford a crew, needs to be just you and me on this one Jules.
Julia: We can cover the crew with the expenses we nab from the hit, it won't be a--
CoN: NO! We can't afford a crew because we can't afford for them to get money hungry and cash in the $35 billion on my and my associate's head!
Kenta: Calm down! Will you?! There's no reason for any of us to fly off the handle like this. Just CALM DOWN!
Randy: Hi, I'm Randy. Allow me to apologize for my associate here who obviously doesn't realize the irony of his statement. Everyone's just a little tired & so there a bit irritable as of late. This is Kenta and like I said my name is Randy. Kenta's a bail bonds enforcement agent and I'm a film maker...so we're really not the guys to go to when it comes to forming a team of crooks.
Julia: You mean thieves.
Randy: Thieves. A team of thieves.
Kenta: We need to go, the bridge shifts are coming up and it will be easier for us to cross when they do. So what do you say Julia?
Are you in or are you out?
Julia: A fugitive a bounty hunter and a filmmaker huh? Sounds like a bad movie. I suppose if you are going to pull off one of the greatest jobs to go down in history, I don't want my name left out of it...I'm in. But you'd better be right about the score! I don't nickel and dime on jobs anymore.
CoN: I know, & thanks Jules.
Kenta: Come on, we better get moving.
CoN: Shotgun!
Kenta: Baka!
CoN: Your mother, what?!
Kenta: Idiot. -_-
Randy: Guys! Can't we all just get...
CoN & Kenta: NO!
Julia: No wonder you called me. If you guys did this alone than you would have killed one another already.
CoN: Not like it hasn't been attempted.
Kenta: Baka!
CoN: I'm going to look that up you know!
Julia then smacked Kenta and me on the back of the head and began to scold us.
I overheard Randy say something that stuck in my head to this day "Well, I guess all this job needed was the touch of a woman." & then with that we made our way to New York, New York.
Next Chapter: Perks of the job pt.1
Claveler
09-10-2003, 12:58 PM
Originally posted by CoN
Hi. You need to shut the fuck up.
Just because fics are generally (that's the key word here) based on PR fanfic which is the title to this forum, doesn't make other stories or fics OT because in the description to the forum it expresses what the forum is for.
Sparky has not been here longer than most & he sure as hell ain't (not a word) been here longer than me.
If you guys really want to drop something, than shut the fuck up.
The story will have a new chapter each day & I'd hate to tell you how many chapters as then it ruins the value of the story in my opinion.
Sparky has been here since the old PRC. He just didn't register to vBulletin until some months ago. You have not been here longer than him. Hell, half of this board's members haven't been here as long as him.
About the thread, it IS OT. Why? 'cause you have to use common sense. This IS a Power Rangers Board. The forum name is "Power Rangers Fanfic", the description is UNDER the forum name. You tell me... No, don't tell me, just enjoy posting in this forum, even if you are wrong. But nobody cares, so do whatever you want.
puperazzi
09-10-2003, 01:42 PM
I hate it when people go on and on about how they "don't care". It's a nasty habit of many people here.
NiGhTRanGeR2003
09-10-2003, 01:59 PM
Originally posted by Who is the Suck Poster?
Sparky has been here since the old PRC. He just didn't register to vBulletin until some months ago. You have not been here longer than him. Hell, half of this board's members haven't been here as long as him.
About the thread, it IS OT. Why? 'cause you have to use common sense. This IS a Power Rangers Board. The forum name is "Power Rangers Fanfic", the description is UNDER the forum name. You tell me... No, don't tell me, just enjoy posting in this forum, even if you are wrong. But nobody cares, so do whatever you want.
Who the hell cares if it says "OT:" or not the title states it all beside it says in the post that it is not power ranger related.
Originally posted by Who is the Suck Poster?
Sparky has been here since the old PRC. He just didn't register to vBulletin until some months ago. You have not been here longer than him. Hell, half of this board's members haven't been here as long as him.
About the thread, it IS OT. Why? 'cause you have to use common sense. This IS a Power Rangers Board. The forum name is "Power Rangers Fanfic", the description is UNDER the forum name. You tell me... No, don't tell me, just enjoy posting in this forum, even if you are wrong. But nobody cares, so do whatever you want.
This is not the old PRC & if he hadn't registered until recently, then I have been here longer than him, tough guy. If your little tiny itty bitty brain knew how to comprehend (that can be your big word of the day!) then you would realize that how long he's been here is irrelevant to my statement. I said I have been here long enough to realize how things work around here. The first statement of the thread is that it's not related to this board's theme, however the forum itself says to share your stories and the so-forth, which is what I've done. There was no reason for him to reply with "Well I think the first thing that should be said is that it needs an OT".
I did state for the reader's and users of this boards benefit that it was not related to PR. Don't like it, don't read it. Want to keep giving me your "blah blah blah" then keep giving it to me because I could always use another "suck poster" to throw my inevitable quips at.
Oh & if you didn't care you would have shut up already. Enjoy the story dickweed.
Sparky Ranger
09-10-2003, 03:23 PM
Why the hell is suck claiming to know me?!?
For god sakes guys this has got out of hand! Stop it!
Claveler
09-11-2003, 01:03 PM
Originally posted by CoN
This is not the old PRC & if he hadn't registered until recently, then I have been here longer than him, tough guy. If your little tiny itty bitty brain knew how to comprehend (that can be your big word of the day!) then you would realize that how long he's been here is irrelevant to my statement. I said I have been here long enough to realize how things work around here. The first statement of the thread is that it's not related to this board's theme, however the forum itself says to share your stories and the so-forth, which is what I've done. There was no reason for him to reply with "Well I think the first thing that should be said is that it needs an OT".
I did state for the reader's and users of this boards benefit that it was not related to PR. Don't like it, don't read it. Want to keep giving me your "blah blah blah" then keep giving it to me because I could always use another "suck poster" to throw my inevitable quips at.
Oh & if you didn't care you would have shut up already. Enjoy the story dickweed.
Oh shit. I haven't said anything wrong about you. I haven't insulted you. Even if I treat you decently, you come and answer any shit. You know, I have given you proves, but I see that it doesn't matter for you, after all, what you think is right, MUST be right according to you. You know, I have lost completely all my respect for you. No, actually, I never respected you. What I lost was the will to see a decent poster, 'cause what you show isn't what I expect. Not that you care...
About what Puperazzi said, no, I don't care. But it's not my fault that people keep talking to me like if I was arguing with them. If they talk too me, I answer them. Common sense, dude.
Bleh. Good for you. End.
Sparky Ranger
09-11-2003, 01:19 PM
Why the hell is suck claiming to know me?!?
Oh and claveler? Don't take this out of hand! I just didn't think anyone around here actually knew I existed :p:o
Originally posted by Who is the Suck Poster?
Oh shit. I haven't said anything wrong about you. I haven't insulted you. Even if I treat you decently, you come and answer any shit. You know, I have given you proves, but I see that it doesn't matter for you, after all, what you think is right, MUST be right according to you. You know, I have lost completely all my respect for you. No, actually, I never respected you. What I lost was the will to see a decent poster, 'cause what you show isn't what I expect. Not that you care...
About what Puperazzi said, no, I don't care. But it's not my fault that people keep talking to me like if I was arguing with them. If they talk too me, I answer them. Common sense, dude.
Bleh. Good for you. End.
You're Claveler?
Sparky Ranger
09-11-2003, 01:28 PM
Originally posted by CoN
You're Claveler?
I'm not 100% but it all fits!
That and I mistakenly had Claveler on my buddies list (I never use the thing but sometimes i hit the wrong button...) and I suddenly have this guy on...Dunno. I could be wrong though.
MegaRed
09-11-2003, 05:07 PM
All of you morons, shut the fuck up!
Kick-Ass story CoN
Chapter V: Perks of the job pt.1
I woke up with an anxiety to my body, like as if you had somewhere really important to be & you're just waking up and still aren't ready to leave yet. We had been back in the city for at least three days now but it felt like a lifetime. Due to our overwhelming popularity we had to stay low during the day, I'm not much of a day person but I felt myself missing it more everyday now that I was confined to the shadows of our hotel room.
I do have to say that I was sleeping allot better with Julia around to watch my back. Since we could sleep in shifts I wouldn't have to worry about a certain cameraman cashing in anything that ended in McConville and for the first time in a few years I didn't have to sleep with one eye open. For what it's worth it seemed that Kenta and Randy weren't too bad after all, but I didn't want to second-guess them. I had spoken with Kenta about how he came to know Mr. Powers and any type of relation he may have had with him. Kenta said that he'd only spoken with Mr. Powers the day that we met in his office (Chapter II) and never had any other contact with him. Nothing made sense, which in a way did make sense since my life seemed to be weighing in that direction for the last couple of years. Right now Kenta was like me, a fugitive from the law and worth a whole lot of money. If Kenta were to find a way to prove him innocent before me than who's to say that he wouldn't pick-up where he left off when we met? Matter of fact, who's to say this guy didn't kill Powers in the first place?!
Kenta was by no means a novice when it came to battle, & Mr. Powers wouldn't even had time to blink before Kenta would strike, maybe Kenta can't prove his innocence & is merely playing along to further point the finger at me! Maybe it was because for the first time I was allowed to sleep without any exhibitions and the fact that I just couldn't was the reason for my paranoia. I'm sure Kenta had the same feelings about my innocence that I had of his. Naptime was over & it was time to get to work. For the last couple of nights we had been gathering supplies and surveying Powers International's security runs. It'd been so long since I'd broken into the place that I'm sure there were a slew of new obstacles for me to overcome.
CoN: Tomorrow we'll do a sweep of the perimeter and make sure that everything is running smoothly.
Julia: Sounds like fun. If I sit in this room any longer I'm going to explode!
CoN: We have to be careful, Powers' building was never anything to play around with, the security is top dollar and I'm sure that it's new President has beefed up security due to my former position with them.
Julia: Well good, for the money you'll owe me after this job you'd at least want your money's worth no?
CoN: Don't get flashy. If we spook them in any kind of way this job is blown & they'll be no chance of us getting the score.
Julia: Don't worry, I'm a professional. That is why you hired me.
CoN: I hired you because right now you're probably the only person I can trust on a job like this. Go get ready we leave in 20 minutes.
Julia: Yes Sir! Captain McConville Sir!
Man, it's going to be a looong night.
End Prologue 1.
Powers International: Main Building
Liam: Finally, the day is over! I don't think I could have taken much more of that. Must they always watch us while we work?
Alex: Tell me about it, how are we supposed to get anything done with those goons staring over our shoulder like that?
Liam: I don't know, why do you think they asked us to do the demonstration here and not in our own lab at our engineering building?
Alex: I don't know, but for whatever reasons this lab had quite the set-up for a building that is supposed to be the business end of business.
Liam: Yea, well after Mr. Powers was killed his son took over and all sorts of changes were made in the company. Maybe he felt that it best to bury himself in his work than deal with his grief. I mean, after his father died just about every division of Powers International had been changed. I'm still not sure how we got away with such minimal construction compared to everywhere else.
Alex: Right? It's like a whole new place in here. So what are you doing for the night?
Liam: Not sure, just waiting on Beth to finish up. She's with her last patient.
Alex: I always thought that was funny.
Liam: What's that?
Alex: Well I just mean that she's the company therapist. All the people who come to her with her with their problems and secrets have to see her on a daily basis as a co-worker. That has to be uncomfortable. You said it yourself. Her co-worker is her patient! Just thought that was kind of funny.
Liam: But isn't that like your relationship with her?
Alex: But I'm her best friend Liam, it's totally different.
Liam: I know, I'm just trying to get a rise out of you.
Alex: Keep that up mister and you'll get a rise from my foot to your chin.
Liam: So what are you up to tonight, hot date tonight?
Alex: No Liam, I was just going to call it a night.
Liam: Come on now, you have to have something planned, the night is young and exciting.
Alex: After all that work in the lab, excitement seems non-existent. Let's go up to the restaurant & get a cup of coffee.
Liam: Sounds good it will give me ample time to convince you to come to a show with us.
End Prologue 2.
Ramada Inn, East Side
Kenta: Baka. That guy is going to be the death of me.
Randy: That means idiot right?
Kenta: Hai.
Randy: Okay ...you do realize I can't speak Japanese right?
Kenta: Hai.
Randy: But you're still going to talk to me in the foreign tongues that of which are belonging too the land of the rising sun, right?
Kenta: Hai.
Randy: Um, right, I'll be working on my equipment if you should need me.
Hahaha, I love doing that to him. In a way I almost envy him. He knows everything he wants and now he just has to see if he's got what it takes to get it. I'm not sure where I'm even going half the time
nevermind where I'm going to end up. God knows that I never would have imagined myself being a bounty for another bounty hunter.
McConville. Damn him. I want to say this is his fault but it's not. It's mine. Part of me wants to tell him what my job was really like, what kind of mess I really got myself into.
I'm not sure why, but they're obviously toying with me. If they wanted to kill me they more than likely would have done it by now, they want to torture me. Take everything away; literally pit the world against me to ensure that any means of happiness are now un-attainable.
In a way I want to believe CoN when he says he didn't kill anyone, it'd be nice to know that I'm not the only person here receiving the shaft. But he's just too hard to figure out. On the one side he doesn't seem the type to commit murder, even when I had a gun pointed at me he wasn't aiming to kill me. Yet on the other hand he does have a questionable past.
On the other hand I know what having a questionable past is like. Argh! I can't take it anymore! There must be something I can do to take my mind off of this, anything!
Randy: Kenta. Kenta. Kenta!
Kenta: Nani?
Randy: Randy, anyways come over here & listen to this.
It seems that fugitive James McConville has taken hostages in the Powers' Headquarter building. Inside sources say that Jonathan Powers' security forces & armed guards are surrounding him and his accomplice, no further word on demands have been made other than some comments that we can't repeat here on live TV. Back to you Stan
Kenta: Holy shit! Come on, let's go!
Randy: Oh, so now you want to speak English?
Kenta: Come on!
End Prologue 3.
Next Chapter: Perks of the job pt.2
Con, this is quite possibly the best fic since the Doomstones Saga
Was that an insult or a compliment? I've never read fanfiction before.
Tyr-El
09-12-2003, 02:29 PM
You know...since this is an original story, it technically isn't fanfiction...and thus should probably be marked OT, not because it's not PR related, but because it's not fanfiction ^_~
puperazzi
09-12-2003, 02:40 PM
Originally posted by CoN
Randy: But you're still going to talk to me in the foreign tongues that of which are belonging too the land of the rising sun, right?
*Wonders if I always try to sound like I'm smart*:p
Originally posted by TranceSephiroth
You know...since this is an original story, it technically isn't fanfiction...and thus should probably be marked OT, not because it's not PR related, but because it's not fanfiction ^_~
It's fiction written by a fan of a variety of different writers & their characters in which I have paid homage to and incorporated into my story.
Fan + Fiction x CoN = Fuckin' OT's, who needs 'em?!
Spy: Yes. Yes you do.
Originally posted by CoN
Was that an insult or a compliment? I've never read fanfiction before.
It was a compliment. It is, to date, the best "I was framed for murder, now i'm going to have slightly wacky and incredibly compelling adventures." story.
I also love really specific titles.
StaticCloak15
09-13-2003, 03:27 PM
This story is getting good.Reminds me of Lupine the Third.Great job CoN,keep it up.
Chapter VI: Perks of the job pt.2
12:01 AM
Bishop Brewster. Jonathan Powers' number one bodyguard/security consultant.
Sounds like he plans to get a raise today, about a $35 billion dollars
raise! Right now I'm inside the office of Jonathan Powers. In the office is
my partner in crime Julia Valentine and the Vice President of Powers International whom we've kind of taken hostage. Somehow an alarm was tripped and I now have just about all of the NYPD outside the building & about a dozen or so of Bishop's security guards outside waiting to make a McConville McCheese sandwich. How in the world do I get into these things?....
Earlier that night....
10:30 PM
Julia: So what's the game plan?
CoN: We're only doing sweep of the place, the perimeter has completely
changed from when I worked here.
Julia: Ok, so where do we start.
CoN: Entry point. On the west side there are ventilation ducts, which are
actually not ventilation ducts at all. All of the steam you see coming out
of them is actually from a sweatbox that we used to keep intruders detained
inside of a holding cell.
Julia: So what, you make them sweat it out?
CoN: Exactly. The cell is way to small for anyone to maneuver so there's no
way for practically any movement. The more you move around the tighter the
cell will surround you. It's setup so that any motion detected in there is
enclosed upon. You won't be hit with it until you're about a 1/2 a mile down
the duct. The duct is layered with an inner wall on the outside, which is
actually the cage itself.
Once in the duct a motion detector will alert the cage that there are people
in the duct & the sequence begins. If we go any further the duct the cell
will close in on us until the authorities arrive.
Julia: Wow, how James Bond like of this place. So how do you suppose we get
past that little experience?
CoN: We'll need a couple of things. First off we're going to have to make
the cell believe that we're bigger than we are. So we'll need bed sheets.
Julia: Bed sheets?
CoN: We'll use the sheets to make the cell believe we're bigger than we
actually are and that will provide us with the room to move on pass the
ducts. We'll have to move quickly here or we're screwed.
Julia: Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just worry about having my
payment ready after this job.
CoN: Yea, well just don't start showing off in here. I just want to get in
and out as quick as possible.
Julia: Yea yea yea, what's next??
After me & Julia had gone over the rest of the plans we had "borrowed" from
the patent office on the way over here that's when it happened.
CoN: Julia, look! We're famous!
Julia: Holy Mother of God, how the hell did they find us here?
CoN: SHIT! Come on! Let's go.
Julia: Go where?
CoN: We're going to have to do this job now, we can't afford for them to
beef up security again.
Julia: Oh, and you told me not be a showoff?
CoN: Come on Julia, we don't have time for this!
End Prologue 1.
Powers International: 24th Floor, Restaurant Level
Liam: Just spoke with Beth, she said she had to speak with the VP & then she'd be right down.
Alex: Great, I can't wait to get out of this plac...
CRASH!
Liam: What the hell was that?!!
Alex: It sounded like an explosion, but where did it come from?!
Liam: Beth!
Alex: Do you think she's alright?!
Liam: God I hope so, we have to hurry!
End Prologue 2.
Powers International: 30th Floor, Presidential Offices
Ms. Lockhart: On behalf of Powers International's Executive branch I would
just like to say welcome to the team. It seems from the morale of the
workers here that you are doing an exceptional job.
Elizabeth: Yes well, the majority are still feeling uneasy working for the
younger President Powers.
Ms. Lockhart: I know that he's not as people friendly as his father was but
Jonathan Powers is a good business man & that's what Powers International
relies on to stay #1 in all fields and industries that we partake in.
Elizabeth: Yes of course, it's just that from the sounds of what everyone
here says his father seemed to combine the two quite nicely, but I see your
point.
Ms. Lockhart: Jonathan is a good businessman but he still has much to learn
when it comes to being a gentlemen. His father once told me that Jonat...
CRASH!
Julia: What the fuck was that?! Couldn't we just go through the window?
CoN: Well the windows used to be covered by a thick iron plating which
needed to be blasted on from the outside in order to get in. I guess they
found it less cost effective to take the fuckers out.
Julia: My fuckin' ears hurts you bastard! Couldn't you have fuckin' told me
that you were going to blow a hole in the damned wall?!
CoN: Sorry, I was too busy trying to avoid those security guards and those
things they had... what were those things again? ... Oh yea, GUNS! I was trying to avoid being shot dead & in the process saving your ass at the same time!
Julia: Well you didn't have
Ms. Lockhart: Um, excuse me, but just what in the world do you think you're
doing?!
CoN: Huh? Oh, um ...trespassing?
Ms.Lockhart: So what can I do for you two? You do know that there is no money here.
CoN: Yea lady, we just blew threw the side of the wall 30 stories down so I
could take your wallet.
Ms.Lockhart: So what do you want then?
CoN: A burrito, but right now that's the least of my worries.
That's when I heard Bishop's oh so lovely voice.
Bishop: Come on out murderer! You're not going to get away this time! It's time for you to pay for what you've done!
CoN: Would it change your feelings about me if I told you that I'm innocent?!
Bishop: Yea, I might get a quick laugh out of it before I kill you, come on out you bastard!
*BLAM! BLAM!*
CoN: Bishop! Before you kick into full Rambo/idiot mode over there you might want to know something.
Bishop: What are you ramblin' about? Come out here and face me like a man!
CoN: Okay, you might want to know two things. 1) We have the your Vice President in the office with us & so you might want to think twice about shooting up the joint.
Bishop: And 2?!
CoN: I wish I could see the look on your face after I make my escape and leave you looking like the 2nd rate security guard that you are.
Bishop: You're a fuckin' dead man McConville, dead!
That's when everything was getting heavy. I tend to talk to much when I panic, kind of helps me through it for the most part. There we were, an elite task force of armed soldiers waiting down the hall for us to get a clean shot & about every news channel in New York City waiting for the same thing.
What can I say? I guess my "popularity" hadn't faded after all.
Julia: So what do we do?
CoN: I don't know, I thought if I kept them talking long enough that you were going to come up with something.
Julia: You're kidding me right?! Tell me you're fuckin' kidding me!
CoN: I'm fuckin' kidding you? Okay, so we're in a little bit of a bind, but this is no sweat, we'll get out of it.
Ms. Lockhart: Here's an idea, why don't you try going out to the hallway & talk to Mr. Bishop, perhaps he'll have go easy on you if you present him to yourself as not a threat to him.
CoN: You know what? You're absolutely right!
Ms. Lockhart: So you're going to surrender then?
CoN: What?! Now tell me that you're the one who's fuckin' kiddin! If I go out there he's going to shoot me first chance he gets.
Ms.Lockhart: First of all there is no reason to talk to me like that! You won't get away, the entire building is surrounded! Why not just give up now so that we can all go home! There's no way out of the building except through Mr. Bishop out there, but you would know that wouldn't you. There's no way to get past Mr. Bishop other than to either go out guns a blazin or to just give yourself up.
Make the smarter choice Mr. McConville & give yourself up.
CoN: [Ms.Lockhart was a smart woman, perhaps too smart for her own good...]
CoN: Bishop! I'm coming out! Don't shoot!
Bishop: Oh, I won't. You have my word McConville.
CoN: Well I don't trust ugly people too much & since you're pretty damn ugly I had a better idea.
Don't shoot us unless you have a new Vice President lined up.
Bishop: What are you talkin abou.. Ms. Lockhart!?!
If you can't figure it out, we'd taken Ms.Lockhart hostage. She was right, there was no way that I was going to be able to get past Bishop. But she could get past Bishop just fine. I do have to say that I felt bad putting her in that kind of situation, but we had no choice. Within minutes the police would be involved & I'm sure Jonathan would be down here in no time with suitcases full of money to anyone who decided to have a slippery trigger finger.
We had to make a move and we had to make it fast & with that we made our way down the hallway & past Brewster. Bishop gave me eyes that were ice cold, I think that he even contemplated putting one into my skull as we were turning down the next hall I could hear him breaking his fist on the elevator door. We needed a miracle to get past him & we got one in the form of Powers International's own Vice President, now all we needed was to repeat that same magic to get past the rest of the guards, bounty hunters, police, crazy civilians, press media and to get out of the city without any type of tags on our toes.
We needed to do something & it had to be good. Otherwise me, Julia & quite possibly Ms.Lockhart were going to be sharing a room tonight.... at the coroner’s office.
End Prologue 3
Next Chapter: Perks of the job pt.3
Author's note: Okay, I've been getting some great feedback from this story & I'm loving you all for it. Yes this is the only time CoN will show you some love, so take it, embrace it & don't try to hug me or I'll really have to run for my life as someone would surely die.
Anyways, thanks once again for all the support and etc... I'll do my best to give you Chapters Monday-Friday (and the weekends when possible). Deadlines are suck and are said to slow down the story process, but that's just a bunch of crap made up by writers that are too busy watching television or playing Soul Caliber II (which I can completely whoop yours, your mothers and your grandmother's ass in if you were ever given the opportunity to play me) all day.
In any event though, thanks for everyone's compliments and etc...
I'll do my best not to make the story suck so that the 5 minutes you take (which is appreciated!) out of your day to read McConville (brought to you by CoN, the beer drinker's champion) isn't wasted reading another story with substance and flavor.
& on that note I'm gone, but not before the magic words ....
Woo! Shazam! & Apple Pie!
Ok, now I'm gone.
Later kids........................
...................................-CoN
Chapter VII: Perks of the job pt.3
Simple questions get complicated answers. For example, How was your week James? Well with me being a fugitive from the law it couldn't be too great y'know? But all things considering I had a shootout with the Japanese mafia and a world famous bounty hunter in a Wal-Mart, hired my old partner for a suicide mission and oh yea... I broke into the building in which I was hired to lay down security for, only to let the media (of all people!) get the drop on us and now I'm running for my life from the President of the "McConville in a casket" fan club!
But other then that, I could really go for some Baskin Robbins about now.
Ms. Lockhart: So this was your "great" idea? Kidnap an innocent civilian and piss off the cops, our security enforcers and further spectacle yourself in front of the media as a thief, murderer and kidnapper?! Well let me just say Mr. McConville that you
CoN: Ok, you got me on the first and third, but I'm as innocent as O.J. on the second.
Julia: O.J. was guilty you dolt.
CoN: A court of LAW found him innocent! There's no way O.J was guilty.
Ms. Lockhart: You mean the same court of law that you ran away from several years ago?
CoN: Aren't hostages supposed to be quiet?
Ms. Lockhart: I may be your hostage, but that doesn't mean I'm going by your rules here.
CoN: Note to self, find a hostage similar to Helen Keller. Julia, how's that control panel coming along?
Julia: I can get into access panels 254 & 365 from here, but otherwise we'd need to be in the lobby to access everything.
CoN: Well we can't get to the lobby without stopping at the funeral home afterwards. So that's out.
Ok, you take Ms. Lockhart over here down through our original escape route. I'll make a distraction long enough to get you guys out of the building.
Julia: We're taking her with us?
CoN: It's either we take her now, or we go to jail and we take it later...and that's if we're "lucky" enough to be alive after this!
Julia: Point taken.
As I watched Julia take Ms. Lockhart down our escape route I began to hear Bishop and crew heading my way. Ms. Lockhart didn't look to happy about being taken along, but those are the breaks, no?
In any event I hopped up a down a few flights of stairs and that's when I ran in to...them.
Liam Wyndstrom & Alex Braeger.
Liam: Stop there-
CoN: Sorry can't do that!
Liam: Where did you take Beth?!
For what it's worth, you'd think that me being a "dangerous murderer" would at least scare some people right? I mean these two were lab rats and they were ready to take me out like they were Military S.W.A.T or something!
CoN: Beth? I never would have figured her for a Beth, she looked more like a -
Liam: Son of a bitch!
Liam came at me with his briefcase in hand and swung it around a couple of times, meanwhile the broad he was with just watched and waited till I got closer, that's when she went all Kung-Fu on me.
I have the worst luck. I've run into a bounty hunter who shot a gun like Clint Eastwood and fought like Bruce Lee, and now I'm running into the Batman & Robins of the science world! What the hell else could happen...and that's when "the hell else" happened.
Bishop: There he is! He's a couple floors below us, I want men on every floor from here to the basement! James McConville dies tonight!
Liam: You're James McConville?!
CoN: Only if you're Ed McMahon.
Liam took out some sort of retractable rod out of his briefcase and twirled it around like he was Peter Pan on crack. His female friend then proceeded to get ready in her "I'm about to kick your ass stance".
I stood there with my hands to my sides thinking "How the hell do I get myself into these things?" stance and went through my options, just before Liam got too close I realized I only had one option.
CoN: Bang!
Liam stopped dead in his tracks. The next move you make will make sure that's the last sound you'll hear, got it?
Liam: Don't do anything stupid
CoN: Hello! I'm here aren't I? Don't you think that's stupid enough?
Liam: Now that you mention it...
CoN: Shuddap and oh yea, Shuddap. Move before Bishop and his happy happy gang of trigger-happy fellows come down to play. Come on Chung Li, you too.
So I took my second pair of hostages for the night, man was I on a roll. I quickly hurried with them and took them near the window. It was my only option. I had about 2 explosives left and the only thing lower in inventory then that was my luck.
The police & Bishop were both outside. I knew the police wouldn't allow me to go past them with hostages like Bishop and crew had earlier.
Police: James McConville, this is the police. We have you surrounded.
CoN: Well that's not really fair now is it? How about you let one side un-surround me & then we'll make this interesting?
Police: If you don't come out within the next minute, we will shoot you on site.
CoN: Can I have two minutes to think about it?
Police: I repeat, if you don't come out within the next minute we will shoot you on site.
CoN: Again with the foul play! Boo!
I was frantic, I was scared & most of all I was about to die. Right now is where you expect one of those really amazing things to happen and save the day. Something so unbelievable that James Cameron would steal it for his next live action TV show & make millions. Well it did and it didn't.
The amazing thing is that my deodorant had held up through it all, the un-amazing thing is that I had to jump out that window and waste one of my last explosives.
CoN: I'd get away from that door if I were you, it's about to blow up!
Liam: Officers he's not lying, Alex GET DOWN!
BOOM BANG BOOM
With that the door blew and I made my way to the end of the office, I then proceeded to the opposite stairwell when I saw him standing there looking at me.
Jonathan Powers was outside the window in his own private chopper. Once again I thought I was doomed and blah blah blah but wait!
Who's that behind him? Why it's none other then Bounty Hunter supreme and all around weird guy Kenta Akiyama! Kenta had taken the control of the chopper and my ass was saved.
As I was getting on the chopper I could see my would be captors wanting to fire but seeing Jonathan put a damper on that quickly. I came aboard the chopper. This was the first time I'd seen Jonathan since his Father's death, I quickly got that feeling that it wouldn't be my last.
CoN: What's today's theme? Everyone grab a hostage?
Next Chapter: Sins of the son
Bionic Red
09-16-2003, 01:51 PM
Con is my new favorite character! He is the Mcgyver of thieves! I am linking to this for future eps!
Keep it up!
You guys are way too fuckin' kind. But keep it up!
Thanks to all....AGAIN.
WOo!
p.s.- Tomorrows chapter is a ....well, it's good!
puperazzi
09-17-2003, 11:16 PM
Originally posted by CoN
p.s.- Tomorrows chapter is a ....well, it's good!
*Taps foot impatiently*:)
Chapter VIII: Sins of the son
Out of all the things that had happened to me in the last week or so, this was the most uncomfortable.
Sharing a lift with Jonathan Powers, the man who had put this bounty on my head. Jonathan had believed me to be one who killed his father.
Yes, out of all the things that had happened, this was the least comfortable.
Prologue 1: Part A
Above New York City
Jonathan: Bravo James, bravo. You've managed to not only ruin my life by killing my father, but now you are trying to ruin my business as well by blowing my building up. You're scum, you know that?
CoN: I didn't kill your father.
Jonathan: Really? Well then, perhaps we should just land this helicopter and I'll straighten this whole affair out.
CoN: You know, I'm supposed to feel bad for you right now. Confronting the man you believe to have killed your father, I just blew up about 6 or 7 different floors of your building & for someone who can throw around $35 billion like it was candy money, you'd think you'd think you could find something to do about that hair.
Jonathan: Why, is poverty the "in thing"?
Kenta: McConville, we don't have time for this. The police will have a chopper on us in no time.
We have to find a way back to the ground. By the way, where is Julia?
CoN: We had to split up; it was getting too crazy inside. We have a rendezvous point that we're going to meet her at in the morning. Where's the cameraman?
Kenta: He's waiting for us on the street.
CoN: How did you get him to stay there?! Thought he'd want to be in the "middle of it all" for his "big movie"?
Kenta: He is, I'm wired with cameras in just about every direction. Anyway, what's our next move?
CoN: You're asking me?! I thought you had a plan, I mean you got the helicopter!
Kenta: It was the quickest, not to mention the only way to get up to the roof. I'm fresh out of ideas.
Jonathan: Ladies, don't fight. I'm sure that you'll think of something. Have you considered suicide?
CoN: You know, for once I want to take a hostage with a good idea! Just once!
Kenta: Nani?
CoN: Um..yea, nanny. Anyways I think I know what to do, but we'll have to wait for the police to show up in order for it to work.
Kenta: Well then that shouldn't be a problem, because here they come!
End Prologue 1
Prologue 2: Down below
Liam: Alex, are you okay?
Alex: Few bumps and scratches, nothing I can't hand--
Liam: I'll kill that bastard! If anything happens to Beth I'll kill him!
Alex: Liam, I'm sure that Beth is fine, don't worry. Everything will be ok.
Liam: Thanks Alex, but I'm just so angry right now. Beth is gone & there isn't anything I can do about it!
Alex: You need to relax, don't worry. Beth is a tough girl and she can handle herself. Don't worry.
Liam: Your phone is ringing
Alex: Hm? Oh. Hello?____What?!___You're where?!____Oh my God, stay put Liam's with me & we're on our way! ___Hm?___Ok, got it.
Liam: Who was that?
Alex: It was Beth, she said that they took Ms. Lockhart and that she followed one of them to a warehouse where she overheard McConville's partner say that she was meeting up with everyone there.
Liam: Well come on, let's go tell the police!
Alex: NO! No, Beth wants us to go there. McConville is worth $35 billion dollars, not only that but if [i]we[/]captured him then we would be famous!
Liam: I don't know, sounds kind of risky, he's a killer after all...
Alex: Stop worrying, we're about to be rich and famous! What's the worst that could happen? Come on, let's go.
End Prologue 2
Prologue 3: The other side of that phone call
Outside....
Pull it together Beth, Liam and Alex will be here soon. I can't believe that I'm doing this! It's so exciting yet at the same time I'm scared to death. I do hope Ms. Lockhart is safe in there, wish I could see what was going on. Come on Liam, please hurry.
Inside....
Ms. Lockhart: So what's your plan, hm? Are you going to keep me here until your boyfriend shows up?
Julia: He's not my boyfriend; he's my partner & if he doesn't show up here soon then I'm out of here and you can walk back to the city.
Ms. Lockhart: Whatever. How long do we have to wait for him? I do have to get up for work in the morning & thanks to you two I'll have twice as much to do.
Julia: You're going to work tomorrow?! Are you crazy? You've been shot at, kidnapped and held hostage all in 2 1/2 hours! I think they'll understand if you want to take a--
Ms. Lockhart: I'm the Vice President of Powers International. We’re one of the largest industries in the world. Millions of people depend on me to get my job done & I can't get that done if I'm sitting at home because you and your "partner" decided to play cops & robbers!
Julia: Point taken. You hungry? There's food in the fridge.
Ms. Lockhart: No thank you. I just want this night to be over with already.
Julia: Well, for what it's worth I'm sorry that it came down to this--
Liam: Don't move. Where's McConville?
Julia: He hasn't come back yet. Who are you?
Liam: We're the people who are going to capture the famous fugitive. He is worth $35 billion dollars you know.
Julia: So I've heard.
Ms. Lockhart: Dr. Wyndstorm, how did you find this place?
Elizabeth: I overheard McConville say something about this place so I knew where you would be. I was hiding in the office when he took you hostage. Don't worry Ms. Lockhart, we'll get you out of here in one piece.
Ms. Lockhart: Good, let's get out of here.
Alex: No. We can't let you leave yet. If McConville sees that you're missing he'll know something is up and we can't afford to let him have the upper hand this time. We have to get the jump on him.
Ms. Lockhart: This is insane, I don't want any part of this. I demand that you get out of my way and let me through!
Liam: Amy. It's not safe for you to go out there anyway, so you're safer in here with us than opposed to out there where you could run into McConville by yourself.
Elizabeth: He's right you know.
Amy Lockhart: Fine, but I don't like this & I still think that we should call the police.
Liam: Don't worry about a thing. McConville doesn't stand a chance.
End prologue 3
Prologue 1 Part B
Above New York City
Kenta: They're closing in McConville, are you sure this is going to work?
CoN: No, but I figure worse comes to worse we'll at least make it on the finale of COPs.
Kenta: Baka.
CoN: I know that's bad!
Jonathan: You do know that if I live through this James that I'm going to kill you. Maybe even raise the bounty.
CoN: Yea, because $35 billion dollars isn't crazy enough now is it?!
Kenta: You've got practically the whole world after us now anyways, and the professionals such as myself are probably going to take a stab at it, just to see if you even have that much.
Jonathan: Oh I do, and you two will be brought in.
CoN: Ok, Kenta grab the pilot. Time to abandon ship.
Jonathan: You're dead.
CoN: I hear that so much these days. My apologies to you and the captain, but this is the only way-
What me and Kenta had done was a swap in attire with the pilot and Jonathan. We were then going to drop the two of them out of the helicopter and have them parachute down to the ground. The cops would see Kenta & I making a break for it and give the foot patrol air support leaving Kenta & I to make our getaway nice and clean. Well suffice to say, things don't always go the way you plan them...
CoN: I hear that so much these days. My apologies to you and the captain, but this is the only way I'm going to live another day, you understand don't you.
Jonathan: WAIT! Before you make us jump I want you to know 2 things McConville.
1. My suit is worth more than your life.
CoN: Well not really, considering that you've put such a handsome bounty on this handsome face.
Jonathan: 2. I know you didn't kill my father.
CoN: What?! You do? How?
Jonathan: Of course I do James, I know you didn't kill him ...because I did.
& with that him and the captain jumped out of the chopper and thus provided us with our distraction needed for our escape. Kenta was in the cockpit and radioed the police that the criminal had jumped out of the helicopter. He couldn't have been more right.
We landed & then went to meet Randy where Kenta said he would be. I told them to head for the rendezvous point and I didn't say another word the rest of the way there. I was in shock and couldn't move.
Jonathan Powers had killed his own father ...& there was nothing I could do about it.
End Prologue
Next Chapter: Easy Money
All Hail Con, The Super Jeebus!
This would make SUCH a great comic!
Thanks!
^_^
I plan to have some cosplayers & some type of art for it within the next couple of weeks as I have recieved various offers. I'd be willing to take art just from about anyone.
For all you artists who want to take a crack at it you can e-mail me at Shurikenred@yahoo.com
Originally posted by CoN
Thanks!
^_^
I plan to have some cosplayers & some type of art for it within the next couple of weeks as I have recieved various offers. I'd be willing to take art just from about anyone.
For all you artists who want to take a crack at it you can e-mail me at Shurikenred@yahoo.com
Sweet!
Chapter IX: Easy Money
Y'know no matter how many times you cut it close, or how many times your life flashes before your eyes ...it always feels like the first time every time. In the last few weeks I've taken on some company, some company that's inevitably saved my ass once again.
20 minutes ago Kenta & me were in the midst of a police chase in the sky above New York City. Not only that but the helicopter that Kenta had taken possession of for our escape just happened to belong to the man who'd marked me with a $35 billion dollar bounty for the alleged murder of his father. Oh and I almost forgot to mention ...he was in it when we took control.
So there we were, cops on our trail and the man who'd made me famous all in one night. I can't begin to tell you how special I felt. We didn't have much of a plan, but I plan we did have. Dress Jonathan and the pilot in our clothes and have them parachute out the side making the cops think we'd tried to make a run for it on foot.
Before Jonathan played the bait however, he revealed a startling secret....
20 minutes ago...
Jonathan: WAIT! Before you make us jump I want you to know 2 things McConville.
1. My suit is worth more than your life.
CoN: Well not really, considering that you've put such a handsome bounty on this handsome face.
Jonathan: 2. I know you didn't kill my father.
CoN: What?! You do? How?
Jonathan: Of course I do James; I know you didn't kill him ...because I did.
Jonathan leaped out of the helicopter & with that he'd made me look like a fool for the second time. Only this was the first time I'd realized it.
CoN: Kenta! Where are the other chutes?!
Kenta: Nani?
CoN: Where the fuck are the other chutes?! I have to go after them!
Kenta: I thought the whole point of making them jump was so we cou--
CoN: SHUT UP! Do we have anymore chutes!?!
Kenta: NO!
CoN: FUCK! FUCK! ARGHHH! You didn't hear any of that? Tell me you got it on camera …tell me!
Kenta: Got what? Will you relax! We're almost there, come on! Once the cops see that they aren't us they'll be on us quicker then you can blink!
I was frozen; Kenta had dragged me along to meet up with Randy so we could complete our "daring escape". Nothing concerned me at the moment, nothing. I was shocked and confused, terrified now more than ever. Surprisingly I wasn't angry or relieved to know who the killer was, but instead I had question after question knock around in my skull. Why would he do this? Why would he blame me? Why the excessive bounty? Why? Why? Why?!
In any event we'd met up with Randy and made our way to rendezvous point.
Liam: A car just pulled up ...it's him! Everyone get in place, there are 3 of them and two of them look pretty tired. The 3rd one looks like he's carrying lots of black cases, that's probably the bounty hunter & he's probably armed to the teeth. Take him out first.
Alex: Got it, so Beth and I will take the bounty hunter and you take CoN. Once we take the bounty hunter down we'll go after the third man.
Elizabeth: Right! Ms. Lockhart, you stay just stay down and find a place to take cover & you thief ...you don't try anything funny.
Liam: Ok, they're headed this way …get ready!
Outside
Randy: Well you sure have been quiet, what happened back there?
CoN: Oh you know, the usual break in stuff. Explosions, gunfights and confessions of murder.
Randy: So you're saying you confess? I would love to get the interview. "Randy Caldwell, Live with a confession from James "CoN" McConville"! I'd make Barbara Walters look like some --
CoN: I didn't do it! Do you understand that?! If I was the killer don't you think I would have killed you by now? Well?!
Kenta: Back off CoN! We're all a little testy. Let's just get inside before day breaks.
CoN: Whatever.
Back Inside
Kenta: Julia?! We're back! ...Julia!
Julia: I'm right over here __what took you so long? I've been worried sick.
At that point I knew we were not alone. Julia was worried sick and Ms. Lockhart wasn't even so much as looking in our direction, never mind the fact that she was screaming at me... something was wrong. I didn't know who was here with us but someone was & so I did the only thing I could think of...
CoN: We give up! I'm putting my hands behind my head. Just don't hurt anyone.
Liam: Actually, that was going to be half the fun.
Kenta: What the hell?!!
Alex: Don't even breathe …we have you covered.
Randy: Oh man, I have to start shooting!
Elizabeth: Don't even think about it! You're covered too!
I'd had enough. Within the last week my life has been a roller coaster with no breaks and I've just been sitting there holding on. What's the worst that could happen if I let go?
Liam: What are you doing? Get back!
CoN: Shoot me. I'm too tired to just stand over there with my hands behind my back, I'm going to lay down.
Liam: Are you mad?! I have a gun!
CoN: Then shoot me.
Without knowing it I was biding some time for Kenta & Julia to make there moves. Randy wouldn't be involved in any action as he told us that if he were to ever get involved he'd be labeled as an accessory to us and that he'd be watching his little documentary from within a jail cell.
Liam: You know, I've wanted to take a shot at you all night.
CoN: Get in line.
I guess I wasn't the only one on edge, he dropped his piece and we started to go at it. He wasn't much of a brawler but he did have fighting experience. He had a certain technique or form to him that had prep school written all over it. This man was Ivy League and a perfectionist in everything he did, including putting bashing my face in. I didn't let him get near me; I mostly played the defensive dodging his fists and positioning him away from the girls.
I knew that if I got him away from the girls they wouldn’t have a clear shot at me & so I could really cut loose on this guy without having to worry about if I felt lucky that day.
Once I got him backed into the corner they saw through my plan but it was too late, Kenta and Julia knocked the guns out of there hands. Randy went for his equipment and began to film. Ms. Lockhart sat there with a look on her face like her life was coming to an end.
CoN: Come on! You can do better than this! Don't you want the reward money?!
Liam: Ahhhh! Shut up! I'm___ going____ to____ kill you!
CoN: But then we can't be friends
My best bet was to keep talking, lure him into talking. Not only would he run out of breathe but his thinking would be distorted and give me the upper-hand. Julia & Kenta seemed to be gaining the upper hand in their own way. The girl Kenta was fighting seemed to be a pretty good fighter and I was just glad I didn't have to fight her. We were winning though and just might get out of here all right, and then the unexpected happened.
BLAM! BLAM!
Mizz Lockhart, Mizz Amy Lockhart had taken control ...of everyone!
Amy: STOP! No more fighting! James, get you and your people out of here, I don't want to see you again.
CoN: Aww, but I thought we were going to stay up late and talk throug
BLAM! BLAM!
Amy: NOW! Those are the last warning shots anyone will receive. Everyone kick their weapons over to me ...slowly.
Everyone did what she asked. My group was unarmed as were our opponents. But we still had the upper hand. As soon as all of the weapons lie on Amy's side I sprinted toward her direction. She was in shock; she drew the gun up and took aim at me.
Amy: STOP! I don't want to shoot you! ...STOP!
BANG!
Amy: There's no way I could have missed, you were right in front of me ...what are you?!
CoN: Smarter than these yahoos. You were shooting blanks love, nothing more.
I picked up one of the guns off the floor and fired a shot into the wall.
CoN: That's just to let you know that we're not playing anymore. Amy is it? We'll be letting you go as soon as we make our escape, but right it would be crazy for us to try.
Amy: I hate you
CoN: I think there's a club, not sure if they're takin new members though. Kenta, I'm going to take a shower, keep an eye on them will ya?
Kenta: Sure, not like I had plans on going out tonight.
Randy: Julia, can you turn on the news?
Julia: Why, nothing ever good comes of
Randy: Please? Turn it up too.
TV: [i]Timothy Douglas, a pilot and father of 2 is dead after being thrown out of a helicopter by fugitive and Thomas Powers murderer suspect James "CoN" McConville.
Police say that McConville threw both Douglas and Douglas' employer Mr. Jonathan Powers out of the helicopter as a diversion in order to aid his escape.
Jonathan Powers of Powers International had this to say....
Jonathan: First and foremost my condolences to the Douglas family, I truly am sorry. I did what I could to save him..
Reporter: Why was it that James McConville gave you the parachute and not Timothy Douglas?
Jonathan: He told me he wanted me to continue to suffer, before he kills me. He told me that he'd stop at nothing to destroy my life and take everything from me. I would just like to announce that the bounty for James McConville is still on. $35 billion dollars to the man or woman who brings him in ...dead or alive.
Newscaster: Our condolences go out to the Douglas family & we'll keep you up to date on the current events that surround this story, back to you Brad.
Kenta: Don't look at me?! There were no chutes left when he we landed & I know there were only two on board.
Julia: James isn't a killer.... NO! He can't be!
Liam: I say we take him out now, before he gets a chance to kill someone else, maybe even one of us!
Next Chapter: Judge & Jury
Chapter X: Judge & Jury
Liam: Come on, you can't just let him get away with this!
Kenta: With what?! We haven't even heard his side of it ...& since when did your opinion count? Last I checked you, Cagney and Lacey over here were against us!
Alex: What did you expect?
Julia: What's that supposed to mean?!
Elizabeth: Your a bunch of killers and thieves, what did you think we were going to be here for?
Amy: You forgot to mention kidnapping.
Randy: Well technically Â…I'm just a cameraman. Kenta is a bountÂ…
Kenta: Enough! We do NOT answer to them!
Randy pulls Kenta to the side
Randy: So what do you think?
Kenta: I don't know, I was in the cockpit while he sent the two of them over the side. He did seem kind of upset about it afterwards, he kept asking me if I got it on tape.
Randy: Maybe he thinks that if he gets caught he can still plead innocent to his first crime and if you had it on tape that it would be the final nail in the coffin.
Kenta: It's definitely a possibility, but I don't really think so. I mean, the guy doesn't exactly seem like the ruthless killer the TV presented him to be.
Randy: Yea, but he how much do we really know about him in the first place?
Kenta: Not much, but still it seemed as if he was more upset than suspicious. I don't know, Randy ...I just don't know.
MeanwhileÂ…
Liam: I don't like this, we have to find a way out of here.
Elizabeth: Yea, but what can we do? They have all the guns and even when we had all the weapons we still couldn't take them.
Liam: We won't make the same mistake next time, especially after hearing what they did to get back here in the first place.
Alex: So what did you have in mind?
Liam: I think it's time to stir things up a bit, I say we try our best to get them all heated at McConville, once they start arguing they'll be distracted and we can get the drop on them.
Amy: Don't look at me, I want no part in this.
Alex: You're part of the reason that we're stuck here in the first place! If you would have helped us out from the start we'd all be thinking of ways to spend billions of dollars instead of
Amy: Listen; you guys are the ones who decided to play cops and robbers, not me. I was brought here against my will.
Julia: Will you guys keep it down in here!
As soon as nightfall comes again we'll all just go our separate ways, but until them let's just deal with the cards that we've been dealt.
Randy: Hey, Kenta went to go talk to CoN.
Julia: About the helicopter?
Randy: About the helicopter. In the meantime I figured we could all use something to eat, anybody hungry?
5 minutes later...
Randy: They've been yelling up there for some time now.
Julia: Sshhh! I can't hear
Upstairs...
Kenta: Baka!
CoN: Your mother!
Kenta: Ore wa zettai yurusenai!(I will never forgive you!)
CoN: Haaaadoooooken!
Randy: Are they fighting again?!
Julia: God I hope they knock each other out.
CoN: AH!
SLAM!
CoN: Ow...oh, hey guys. What's up?
Liam: Murderer!
CoN: Still on that huh? Yea, um...ok.
Alex: Someone calls you a murdered and that's all you can say for yourself?!
CoN: I did just get thrown down the stairs you know, would you like to try it?! Because right about now you and your little Charlie's Angels group are really getting on my nerves!
Alex: I'm not afraid of you! Let's go.
CoN: Sure, pick on the guy who gets thrown down the stairs, Julia ...can you take care of this?
Julia: No.
CoN: Please?
Julia: Nobody does anything until you explain yourself! What happened on the helicopter? Did you kill that man???
CoN: What is this?! You don't believe me?! Coming from Randy and Kenta I could have saw coming, but you? I didn't even know what happened until Kenta came up there and started accusing me!
Julia: James! A man is dead, a man you threw out of a helicopter and now he's dead! What happened up there?! What?!!
I told them everything that happened. What Jonathan had said to me and everything else. Their eyes showed disbelief and I knew that they didn't really believe me. Some things just didn't add up yet, and I didn't have all the answers for them yet.
For once in my life I didn't have an escape plan, I had to face this conversation and I didn't exactly know how. After a few hours of them putting me on their own personal trial, it was about time to break out of dodge.
CoN: So are we all ready to go now? We can discuss this further, another time, my brain is fried.
Kenta: I agree, we have to make our leave now as the sooner we do the better.
Julia: How do we ensure that they won't follow us?
CoN: Easy. Kenta, would you please?
Liam: What are you doing? Elizabeth!
CoN: Not so fast "Dudley do right", you move too much and she goes KABOOM! That thing in Kenta's hand isn't an alarm clock y'know, it's about 3 pounds of C4 & it's all being tied to your little girlfriend.
Liam: What happened to you being innocent of murder, huh? Why even bother saying that you are if you're just going to blow us up?
CoN: The answer to your first question is shuddap. The answer to your second question is SHUDDAP!
Kenta: All set, let's roll.
CoN: Ladies, Dudley. It's been a pleasure but we really have to be going if we're going to catch ourselves on America's Most Wanted this weekend. I bid you all farewell and the next time I'm in New York we definitely WON'T look you up.
Liam: You're going to pay for this McConville! You're going to
CoN: pay, not get away with this, you're dead, etc.... , etc....
I've heard them all. By the way, the detonator is upstairs in the shower. You have about 5 minutes to get up there, bring it back and aim it towards the bomb & then you'll all be safe and sound.
Bye-bye!
Randy: We're out.
Amy: What are we going to do?
CoN: Actually you're with us. We're going to need you if we're going to prove our innocence.
Amy: & if I refuse to go?
CoN: We're kidnapping you, I don't think refuse is an option.
KRACK!
CoN: You fuckin' hit me!
Amy: You're kidnapping me!
CoN: You don't have to hit me!
Amy: You're violating my rights!
CoN: Fuckin' women. -_-
SLAP!
CoN: What the hell was that for?!
Amy: I'm sick of hearing you talk like that.
10 minutes later on the road
CoN: My jaw still hurts, I think you broke it.
Amy: You're just lucky I didn't break something else.
CoN: oooooowwwwwww.
Amy: I didn't hear any bomb when we left the building, did they get out alright?
CoN: There was no bomb.
Amy: What?
Kenta: It was just an alarm clock ...and some other things we cooked up for them.
Amy: What do you mean?
Kenta: When you guys all heard us fighting upstairs we we're really devising a way to get rid of them without hurting them. So we...
10 minutes ago, in the warehouse
Liam: Hold on Beth! I'm almost through the door! How much time is left Alex?!
Alex: about 3 minutes, hurry!
Liam: I'm through!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Alex: Liam?! Are you okay!
Liam: "Dear Morons, I bet you were expecting to find the detonator in here, well sorry ...but we lied. It's actually downstairs in Miss Elizabeth's unmentionables. Have fun searching.
p.s.- this letter will self destruct in 10 seconds
p.s. II- well it worked in Inspector Gadget,, hm. Go figure.
Fugitive on the run-
CoN"
Liam: Alex! The key is in Beth's pants! Hurry!
Alex: What?!
Liam: Just do it!
Alex: There's no time!
10 seconds!
Liam: NO! Beth! I love you!
5
4
3
2
1
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Alex: We're not dead? We're not dead!
Liam: No, bu McConville will be ...if it's the last thing that I do.
Next Chapter: Dear Diary (Dear Diary?!)
Just a note to all you readers (the 4 of you out there [2 of which I'm paying to read :brow ] ) tomorrow's chapter is going to be a bit different if you haven't already suspected so from the title.
It will be a change of pace for our crew and not too mention a little less action packed.
You won't want to miss it, but don't expect any helicopters, gunfights or explosions.
Dear Diary (Dear Diary?!) ...I've been waiting to do this one.
Stay tuned!
StaticCloak15
09-23-2003, 07:34 PM
This is getting really good,CoN. I like how the story has a funny tone and with this chasing and last second escapes. Like said before,reminds me of Lupine the 3rd. Keep up the good work.Can't wait to read the next chapter...
Originally posted by CoN
Just a note to all you readers (the 4 of you out there [2 of which I'm paying to read :brow ] ) tomorrow's chapter is going to be a bit different if you haven't already suspected so from the title.
It will be a change of pace for our crew and not too mention a little less action packed.
You won't want to miss it, but don't expect any helicopters, gunfights or explosions.
Dear Diary (Dear Diary?!) ...I've been waiting to do this one.
Stay tuned!
WOOOOOOOO!
Stokesmon
09-24-2003, 10:19 AM
Originally posted by CoN
Hi. You need to shut the fuck up.
That's funny...
P.S. The fic is kinda odd...but in a good way...
The chapter is late but it'll be up in about 15 minutes!
Sorry in advance for all you morning readers. :)
Hope you like today's chapter, but don't be 'fraid to give me hell about it if you don't like it.
Anyways, expect it up in 15, just enough time to run out and get some popcorn. ;)
Chapter XI: Dear Diary (Dear Diary?!)
Randy: You ok? You've been quiet & well I'm just about out of tape.
McConville: Huh? Oh, sorry. Just kind of lost track of things after that, it was mostly place to place afterwards & I'm not sure it's really what you're looking for with this thing.
Randy: That's ok. We should take a break from this anyways, it'll give you a little more time to think back to things and I can do some checkups on my equipment.
McConville: Yea, sounds good to me.
Randy: So really, what were you thinking about?
McConville: Seriously?
Randy: No, I was just joking. ...YES, seriously!
McConville: Well, I was just thinking about Amy, after we left the stooges in the warehouse that day. I mean, we kidnapped her a total of about 3 times in one night and I just can't help but dwell on it.
Randy: On what?
McConville: What in the hell was going through her mind at that time?! ....
2 months after the break-in @ Powers International...
Amy:
Dear, diary. Ooo! That sounds so lame. I don't know why I'm even writing in this stupid thing, I never had a diary before all this mess. I guess I'm just getting lonely here on the run with these guys, I'm still not even sure why I'm here! It's been crazy ever since I was dragged into all of this, I just feel so helpless right now. It seems like I'm getting along with them a little better now. Randy's really a nice guy, but for some reason he never wants to talk about anything that's going on. We can talk about movies, relationships and pretty much anything about life ...except when it comes to what we're all presently up to. Maybe it's some kind of director too involved in his work thing. Either way he can't be 100% up there, after all ...he did join this little "adventure" willingly. I suppose it's some form of "the show must go on!". I still wonder how he could have such passion about putting himself in danger like that, but then again I was never really one to live on the wild side, not like Julia anyways.
Julia strikes me as somewhat odd. She seems to be here for some sort of prize that James keeps promising her. Has to be money. She disappears for nights on end sometimes to go "pull a job" as they call it & all she does is boast about how much she brought in when she comes back. I've never encountered professional burglars before, I guess my interpretation of them was that they were a bit more professional. Julia & James seem laid back for the most part. I both like and dislike that. I suppose I like it because there's never really any stress around here despite all the things they should all be stressed about. But then again I suppose that's also the reason I dislike it. I just can't stand to see people act like nothing is wrong when night after night one of them gets spotted & we have to make a run for it.
I've always been a bit more sensible. Amy Lockhart, the Queen of Responsibility! Hmph! Who would have thought? Here I am with a degree from 2 different Ivy League schools in two different majors & where does it all get me? On the run with Robin Hood and his merry men! If someone would have asked me where I think I would have been a week from the day that I got thrown into all this, I probably would have said in the office or at home preparing for work. Never would I imagined myself in any type of situations like the last couple of weeks of presented us all with. We've been chased by police, attacked by civilians and even just last week a priest was seen chasing James for the coveted prize of the reward attached to him. $35 billion dollars ...what is Jonathan thinking?
I can understand that he wants to see justice served for his father's murder, but $35 billion dollars?! It just doesn't add up, Jonathan's fortune couldn't exceed over $40 billion & with all of his assets both recreational and in the professional it just doesn't make sense to spend that much on a bounty. But I guess it did get some results, well sort of.
Kenta Akiyama. "World renown bounty hunter" ...at least before he met James McConville. I'm still not sure what his story is either, but he seems to have a twisted relationship with just about everyone. From what I've been told Kenta is the reason that Randy is involved in this, yet it seems that even he doesn't realize why Randy is here. Kenta doesn't seem like the type to care for fame, as he has a certain humbleness to him. Even though he's quiet during our time with him on the road, when it comes to the "action" aspect of this little group he seems to be anything but. Always one to throw a smile towards his opponent, Kenta can't help but be admired for his extraordinary marksmanship. I'm not really sure what to