Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 26, 2007 20:06:25 GMT -5
Well this is the story I made up. Hope you read it and enjoy it. Part 2 should be up soon. By the way this doesn't take place in the Marvel Universe.
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Jake Mc Donagh was skating home from the store with a bag hanging from his hand at eleven o' clock p.m. His mom had told him to get some stuff before the store closed because she had nearly forgotten that it was going to be closed tomorrow. The streets were still busy but there was less people on the path now. Well, what do you expect, it's New York.
Jake saw the alley which he regurly used as a shortcut. When he came to the alley he slowed down and turned into it. He started skating faster now without worrying.
He slowed down as he came to a turn in the alley. He stopped suddenly and pressed against the wall when he heard a voice say, "This is getting way too risky." Jake recognised the voice but couldn't put anyone's face on it. Another voice said, "Whatever. I just sell the stuff. Not my problem if you get caught.
Jake was breathing heavy now. Obviously he had stumbled across a drug dealer and someone buying them just around the corner. The weirdest thing was that he recognised one of the voices though. He couldn't imagine any of his relatives or friends doing drugs.
Then Jake's thoughts were interupted by the drug dealer talking again, "Now with your reputation it would be a terrible thing if someone found out that you were a druggie now, wouldn't it?"
"Yes it would."
"Well I'm sure that you wouldn't want anyone talking or ratting you out now."
"No I wouldn't."
"Now I'm a very talkative person and it may take a bit of ehh.. convincing for me not to talk."
"You want money, don't you?"
"If you want to put it in layman's terms, yes. You won't have to worry about me talking. Ten thousand will keep my mouth shut."
"Oh, you're right I don't have to worry about you talking."
There was a few seconds of silence and then a gunshot. Oh my god. This man just shot the dealer. Jake had to get out of here. What if he shot him? Jake put his skateboard on the ground. The man with the gun must have heard him because he came around the corner and grabbed him by the throat and pressed him against the wall.
"So I had a little eavesdropper, did I?" Jake recognised his face but couldn't put a name on it. It wasn't a relative or friend though. It must have been somebody famous because the dealer said he wouldn't want anyone figuring out about his drug problem and ruining his image. It wouldn't look good that he killed someone as well so this guy would probably kill Jake because he knew that he was a druggie and killed someone.
The man held Jake against the wall by his throat with his left hand and held a gun to Jake's head with his right hand, "Say goodbye." Jake mutteresd "I swe... swear I won't te.. tell. I d... don't know you." "Even if you don't know me now you're bound to see me somewhere so explain why I shouldn't take care of you now." Jake struggles and lifted his leg, kneeing the man in the groin. The man fell back in pain and let go of Jake.
Jake ran over to his skateboard and quickly started skating away. The man still half kneeling aimed his gun and took a three shots. Jake saw the bullets whiz past him. Dammit, he was trying to kill him. Then the man took two more shot. One whizzed past him and the hit him in his shoulder.
Jake fell of his skateboard and collapsed to the ground. He had never expierenced such pain. An evil grin appeared on the man's face. He walked over to the kid and held the gun over his head. "Please," muttered Jake, "Don't kill me." The man ignored Jake and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Out of bullets. The man cursed and threw the gun away.
"Please," muttered Jake. The man looked around him and saw a rusted broken corwbar. He picked up the crowbar and raised it in the air preparing to slam it into Jake's head. Jakes heart was beating like hell and his breathing got very heavy. Then the man slammed the crowbar into his head knocking him out but not killing him. The man was about to slam the crowbar into his head this time killing him but he saw two lights coming around the corner from flashlights. He quickly threw the crowbar away and knelt over Jake.
Two policemen came around the corner, "This is the police. Back away from the body. Put your hands on your head. We got a call saying there were gunshots coming from this location." "Yes, I heard them too and I ran over to see what happened. When I came he was lieing on the ground. There's a gun on the ground." The man went over to pick it up and handed it to the policeman. That should explain why his fingerprints were on it.
"Hey you're Mr. Wells, Robert Wells. The multi-biollionaire. What are you doing around here," on of the policemen said. "Well, sometimes I like to take a break and go for walks. You know, when I'm not taking baths in money," made up the man identified now as Robert Wells.
"Whatever," said the other policeman, "We have to get this kid to a hospital. Get an ambulance!"
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Boy Soldier - Origins
Part 1
Part 1
Jake Mc Donagh was skating home from the store with a bag hanging from his hand at eleven o' clock p.m. His mom had told him to get some stuff before the store closed because she had nearly forgotten that it was going to be closed tomorrow. The streets were still busy but there was less people on the path now. Well, what do you expect, it's New York.
Jake saw the alley which he regurly used as a shortcut. When he came to the alley he slowed down and turned into it. He started skating faster now without worrying.
He slowed down as he came to a turn in the alley. He stopped suddenly and pressed against the wall when he heard a voice say, "This is getting way too risky." Jake recognised the voice but couldn't put anyone's face on it. Another voice said, "Whatever. I just sell the stuff. Not my problem if you get caught.
Jake was breathing heavy now. Obviously he had stumbled across a drug dealer and someone buying them just around the corner. The weirdest thing was that he recognised one of the voices though. He couldn't imagine any of his relatives or friends doing drugs.
Then Jake's thoughts were interupted by the drug dealer talking again, "Now with your reputation it would be a terrible thing if someone found out that you were a druggie now, wouldn't it?"
"Yes it would."
"Well I'm sure that you wouldn't want anyone talking or ratting you out now."
"No I wouldn't."
"Now I'm a very talkative person and it may take a bit of ehh.. convincing for me not to talk."
"You want money, don't you?"
"If you want to put it in layman's terms, yes. You won't have to worry about me talking. Ten thousand will keep my mouth shut."
"Oh, you're right I don't have to worry about you talking."
There was a few seconds of silence and then a gunshot. Oh my god. This man just shot the dealer. Jake had to get out of here. What if he shot him? Jake put his skateboard on the ground. The man with the gun must have heard him because he came around the corner and grabbed him by the throat and pressed him against the wall.
"So I had a little eavesdropper, did I?" Jake recognised his face but couldn't put a name on it. It wasn't a relative or friend though. It must have been somebody famous because the dealer said he wouldn't want anyone figuring out about his drug problem and ruining his image. It wouldn't look good that he killed someone as well so this guy would probably kill Jake because he knew that he was a druggie and killed someone.
The man held Jake against the wall by his throat with his left hand and held a gun to Jake's head with his right hand, "Say goodbye." Jake mutteresd "I swe... swear I won't te.. tell. I d... don't know you." "Even if you don't know me now you're bound to see me somewhere so explain why I shouldn't take care of you now." Jake struggles and lifted his leg, kneeing the man in the groin. The man fell back in pain and let go of Jake.
Jake ran over to his skateboard and quickly started skating away. The man still half kneeling aimed his gun and took a three shots. Jake saw the bullets whiz past him. Dammit, he was trying to kill him. Then the man took two more shot. One whizzed past him and the hit him in his shoulder.
Jake fell of his skateboard and collapsed to the ground. He had never expierenced such pain. An evil grin appeared on the man's face. He walked over to the kid and held the gun over his head. "Please," muttered Jake, "Don't kill me." The man ignored Jake and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Out of bullets. The man cursed and threw the gun away.
"Please," muttered Jake. The man looked around him and saw a rusted broken corwbar. He picked up the crowbar and raised it in the air preparing to slam it into Jake's head. Jakes heart was beating like hell and his breathing got very heavy. Then the man slammed the crowbar into his head knocking him out but not killing him. The man was about to slam the crowbar into his head this time killing him but he saw two lights coming around the corner from flashlights. He quickly threw the crowbar away and knelt over Jake.
Two policemen came around the corner, "This is the police. Back away from the body. Put your hands on your head. We got a call saying there were gunshots coming from this location." "Yes, I heard them too and I ran over to see what happened. When I came he was lieing on the ground. There's a gun on the ground." The man went over to pick it up and handed it to the policeman. That should explain why his fingerprints were on it.
"Hey you're Mr. Wells, Robert Wells. The multi-biollionaire. What are you doing around here," on of the policemen said. "Well, sometimes I like to take a break and go for walks. You know, when I'm not taking baths in money," made up the man identified now as Robert Wells.
"Whatever," said the other policeman, "We have to get this kid to a hospital. Get an ambulance!"
To be Continued!