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Sex Makes a City [No sex, but still M]
Topic Started: Jul 17 2009, 02:02 PM (115 Views)
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Have you ever woken up with the feeling that a horde of enraged homosexuals had beaten you into unconsciousness? Well, that is exactly how Moe felt when he finally opened his eyes at ten in the morning somewhere in the slums of Midgar. It just so happened that the first thing he saw and felt was an enraged, drunken, and entirely naked gigolo beating on him repeatedly with a small tree branch. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” As miraculously coherent as the drunk spoke, Moe only understood moogle.

The drunk stopped when he noticed Moe had opened his eyes. Half asleep, Moe instinctively followed the good advice of his friend, Nex. He kicked his legs out toward the man’s dangling gentiles while shouting, “Keeyah!”

The man slumped to the ground whimpering incoherently. Battered and bruised, Moe rose to his feet and looked down at the naked individual. “Works every time.” He muttered to himself in moogle.

He could not quite recall what had happened the other day. He remembered falling asleep in the mog-chopper, but neither it nor its pilot was anywhere to be seen. He had completely forgotten about his most recent adventure in the Sleeping Forest (Something that, by the time I have this posted, will have only just started. Hooray for chronologically ordered threads!).

Unsure of what to do next, Moe wandered into a traveling crowd of people who all appeared miserable, exhausted, angry, or a dreadful combination of the three. Of all the people Moe had to trip over, he picked the angriest looking of all of them. To top it all off, the guy was armed unbeknownst to the kid.
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Another one of those days on the grind for fortune and fame. It seemed to be the story of his life, doing whatever he could to try and accomplish a better life for his future. He loved chasing the money that filled his dreams, yet it still contained the pain he couldn't seem to get away from. Earlier that morning, his mother had caught him adding money into her wallet. Despite his attempt to making life better for her, it only lead to a fight between the two of them. Her drunken nature didn't help him forget his past.

“I'll end up losing you just like your sister.” It killed him to hear her even mention the horrible day. It was after that he left the house not wanting to hear more, the door slammed behind him. He flipped open his phone, there were a few messages in his in-box from various associates trying to get their fix, and it was only the beginning of the day. Figures, he thought. He flipped it closed, and accessed his contacts from the touchscreen on the front screen. He selected the name Swifty, and hit call.

After a few rings, a voice picked up on the other side. Groggily it acknowledged who the caller was and spoke up. “Good mornin fam. Whats good?” He asked, Robert was soon to follow with his reply. “Nada. Back on the strip for the day, moms was givin me anotha shit fest this mornin. So when you goin to be needin to re-up? Cause by the end of the day, ill be out. I've only got a bit of that bundle I went and got last time left.” He confided in his brother. With a yawn, the voice on the other side replied. “Sorry to hear bout chur moms, she'll quit frontin on you one day. We just gotta get to where we need to be, yah hurd? But, I should be good fo now. Just hit me up before you go scoop up more, I should be ready for yah by then.” They usually worked at the same pace, so when one was out the other was likely to be following suit within the same hour. “Aight brody, will do. One love.” Robert said, awaiting for his reply before shutting the phone, “One love.”

He stared from the top of his stoop, down the streets before him. Nobody appeared happy, or even content with the lives he lived. Despite the sadness of it, he knew exactly how they felt for he held the same feelings. He sighed, putting on the red tee he had resting on his shoulder and reaching into a pocket within his baggy blue jeans which had his heater tucked into the back side, between the pant line and his blue checkered boxers, to withdraw his cigarettes and placed one in his mouth. He placed the pack back in their place, and took out his lighter and lit the tobacco at the end of the stog before putting it back.

He began to make his way down the street, occasionally taking a drag of the cooling refreshment of the menthol enhanced nicotine. It calmed him to an extent, yet the expression on his face still seemed to shed a light on his hate for the world. It had since he was just a teenager. He was headed to hit up a few of the people who had left messages within his phone, but he was halted when a little boy walked out of an alleyway and tripped over his shoe. They were almost brand new white Nike's, and due to this child there was now a black smudge on their face. Not only that, but the cigarette he had been holding between his lips had fallen to the ground and was not being stomped on by the walking crowds around him.

“Who the fuck do you!...” He burst out with anger, only to stop when he looked down at the child. It seemed as though it had been taking quite the beating, and was dirty from head to toe. Everything about this kid seemed dirty, from the raggedy red hair down to the scum upon his arms and legs. Not only that, but he produced an odor that only could be compared to that of trash. But, there was one thing that silenced Robert's anger and that was the blue eyes that stared up at him, as if fearful of his existence. He seemed at a loss for words as he stared down upon this boy, who would let their small child out on his own in such a fearful place.

It was very unlikely to see Robert perform an act of kindness to strangers, but with children he was different. They made him look back on his haunting past, and he felt a sense of pity for them. So, he outstretched his hand in an offer to help the child up. “Let me help yah up kid. What are you even doin on these streets alone anyway? Its no place for someone your age.”
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Moe looked up for a moment and thought the guy was offering him something good, like a cookie or something. When he saw the empty hand, Moe glanced up at his face again, confused. Another second passed before he completely disregarded his kindness and stood up on his own. Moe then tilted his head back to take in the unbelievable size of this skyscraper of a human. He clumsily lost his balance and landed on his rump in a mud puddle.

The resulting splash mostly drenched Moe in recent rainwater, but a good amount also landed on Robert’s pants. The kid simply sat there in the cold puddle and began picking at his nose. When he fished a good-sized green chunk out of his left nostril, he explored himself for a clean spot where he could attach the booger. Finding none, he reached over and wiped his grimy booger-tipped finger on the man’s pants where water had not touched them.

“That’ll teach him not to tease me.” Moe spoke to himself when he meant to think it instead. Still, he smiled as though either absolutely clueless or amused by something, namely the snot now sticking to the bystander’s pants. How badly could things turn out for Moe? Robert could not possibly speak or understand moogle.
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He gestured he offered forward, was only rejected by a seemed to be a confused and infantile look. Then, rejecting the kind act the child stood up on its own. It annoyed him to an extent, but getting mad at a child was different then with an adult. He clenched his jaw, and took his hand back as he watched the dirty kid tilt his head back to get a view of his face. The boy's infantile nature, caused the tilting of his head to throw him off balance. Which caused him to splash water from the water puddle he landed in. The cause of this event left Robert with water soaking various parts of his pants.

His looked turned to a glare as he looked down upon the boy. “I can see why your mother doesn't love you.” His voice struck out with anger. He was now beginning to disregard his past thoughts, and it now seemed almost apparent as to why the child appeared beat up. The youngster just sat within the water, taking an exploration up his nostril like he was searching for jewels. As he pulled his finger back out, he just stared at it before reaching out and wiping it upon Robert's pants before he could react.

As soon as he did so, incoherent words poured out of the childish mouth, who seemed more than content with what it had just done. The way Robert's anger rose could only be measured to the intensity of that of a Semi vs. a Bike. He was done with this little shithead. The thought of just popping him in the face and running came to mind, but it was just a pair of pants. It wasn't worth it... yet. Instead, almost by instinct he extended his leg with a decent amount of force out, aimed for the forehead of the little hoodlum who had persisted in ruining almost his complete outfit. “I'll beat chu like your mother does you little Dude.” He spoke out, whether or not the child understood. They had began to cause a commotion within view of walking citizens. They all seemed to be watching them as they walked by.
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Moe decided he had received enough of a beating for one midmorning. Even an idiot like him knew someone as disturbingly hateful and angry as Robert was ready to pop at any moment. He flattened himself on his back in the cold puddle and stared contentedly at the sky above, evading the kick by several inches. “That cloud looks like a cake.” He muttered to himself with a smile. “And that one looks like vomit. No, wait, that’s the idiot who tried kicking me.” He said while pointing a finger at Robert.

A random teenage bike messenger swerved around the nearest corner without warning. The people who had slowed down and began gathering around a brewing fight screamed and managed to dodge the oblivious dick. He was busily listening to the tunes on his bargain store bought mp3 player. Typically, he rode at full speed directly toward Moe and Robert.

The slow motion special effect kicked in right on cue. As the frames per second were reduced severely, Moe turned his gaze in time to discover what had caused the commotion. He then lifted his entire body off the ground and floated with seeming grace as he proceeded to perform a handstand. After correctly applying his momentum, he pushed off the ground and ascended a couple meters in the air. He descended slowly back onto the ground and it was only until after his feet touched the ground that the unfolding events returned to real time for the dramatic conclusion of the stunt scene.
Edited by Galileo, Jul 17 2009, 09:48 PM.
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This kid wasn't just a nuisance, there was more to him that that. With incredible speed, his infantile intellect seemed to react much quicker than it had before. Almost instantly the boy was laying back down in the puddle, dodging the kick with ease. Again he was speaking his gibberish, but more to himself so the incoherent words were even more complicated to understand. There was definitely something that wasn't shown on the outside by this one.

Robert placed his foot back on the ground as it rebound back to its original position. His eyes hadn't changed from their glare, and the anger was like a burning flame within their iris. He could hear the whispers of the people around him traveling like waves throughout the masses. This only seemed to infuriate him further, yet knowing that his first attempt at venting his rage had failed caused him to collect to saliva within his mouth. He cleared his throat for a moment, and spit down at the child. A main drop of spit followed by excess saliva that spanned out from the middle.

That's when he first heard a different commotion, people seemed to be complaining about a totally different situation and turned his head to face it. The focus of his eyes seemed to slow down the oncoming situation, a biker seemed to be plowing its way through the crowd uncaring to their shouts of anger and annoyance. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young boy begin to shift and change positions.

With his eyes dead set on the teen, he took a few quick steps back pushing people with him as he went. They were whining about his action, “Whats your problem?” He heard. “What the fuck is wrong with you.” He heard from another. It would've been the perfect time for him to take his anger out on them, but his attention had turned to the ignorant teen. As the bike neared his position, he cocked his fist back and awaited the perfect moment.

As the Teen finally reached his point of ambush, their eyes connected and that's when the boy realized his mistake but it was far too late for that. As the fist connected with the moving object, the kid lost control of the bike he was riding and slammed onto the ground and skidded to an unconscious halt. He spun around slowly staring at each person around him in the face with fury. “Does anyone else feel like fucking pissing me off today?!” His voice boomed out.
Edited by ImortalFighter, Jul 17 2009, 11:07 PM.
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Moe witnessed Robert’s attack against the bicyclist and a part of him told him that this violent angry man needed to be stopped. Another part of him said that it’d be fun to fuck around with this guy. Moe had spent some time observing city people and couldn’t help noticing most of them moved as slowly and clumsily as old people fucked. Surely, he was capable of running animal cock-shaped patterns around Robert, right?

The twelve-year-old boy’s sphincter alerted him to his pressing need to take a shit. Smiling devilishly, he stripped down in public, cupped his hand beneath his ass, and heaved. A warm freshly baked turd poured into his palm. He pulled his hand containing the feces away from his ass and used the other to pull his shorts back up. He’d wipe later if he remembered.

Whether or not Robert had noticed his actions did not matter to Moe. As though to answer the furious individual, he ran toward him with his armed hand pulled back ready to deliver. He thrust forward when he came within striking range without any intention of inflicting damage. He only wanted to squish a ball of poo into the oversensitive pussy’s shirt.
Edited by Galileo, Jul 17 2009, 11:24 PM.
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The crowd around him stood still, except for those who couldn't hold back their laughter about the action that just took place. As his eyes averted back to the beginning of his daily nuisances, he went to his pockets to withdraw his pack of cigarettes, but he became appalled with what the child began to do. He watched as the boy gave a distorted face, and persisted to pull his pants down and release feces within his own hand.

There was no way a mother could love this kid, Robert thought to himself. His thoughts were muffled by the appalled gasps of those around him, as they witnessed the same occurrence as he had. When the boy had pulled his shorts back up with his clean hand, his focus narrowed in on Robert. An unsettling feeling settled down in his stomach. Please don't tell me this kid is going to do what I think he's going to, he thought once more.

His thoughts were proved when the kid began to charge at him, with his fecal-matter filled hand cocked behind him. In a panic, Robert grabbed a nearby bystander and pushed him forward with enough force to cause the man to fall in the boy's direction. With the time he'd make from at least the obstacle, he grabbed another by the neck and forced them in front of him like a meat shield. Screams erupted from the crowd as they began to run.

The smaller man within his arms began to struggle, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Let me go! Don't hurt me!” He sounded like a bitch, in Robert's opinion. He had gathered more than the attention then he wanted on him already. It had become apparent that this child wasn't going to stop in its actions to smite whatever good would've been in this day. His thoughts again turned to the gat he had hidden within his pant line, but then he was further risking an interrogation from a Shinra sentry. The only thing keeping him from risking that, was the illegal items within his possession. He couldn't risk multiple charges, It'd either cause imprisonment or more possible; his death.

Instead, he'd back away across the street with the man still within his arms, who struggled to overpower his captor, but to no avail.
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Moe could not stop himself in time to avoid striking an innocent with his biological weapon. The man fell forward at the worst possible angle and screamed for about a half second when he realized he was about to collide into crap-wielding child. He immediately ceased his screaming when Moe accidentally inserted the turd into the unfortunate’s mouth, effectively gagging him. What did not enter the orifice splattered onto the adult’s lips, cheeks, nose, and chin with a lot of it sticking into his awesome goatee.

The horrified man continued falling forward and Moe lacked the strength to support his weight. They went down together with Moe on his back and the nameless citizen atop him. The guy did not seem at all worried that he was causing a child discomfort by placing his entire body weight on him. Instead, he gagged with a look that suggested his brain failed to comprehend what had just occurred to him. “Please don’t do what I think you’re going to do.” Moe pleaded in moogle.

Things would have happened no differently if Moe understood and knew how to speak English. The adult puked all over his face with a good chunk of his own shit flowing down onto him. He did the only thing he could in that moment, he tightly shut his eyes and mouth. Moe heard a few other witnesses vomiting, some more than others. The man situated atop him was among those who regurgitated more than once.

After receiving a second helping, the gentleman kindly rolled off Moe who immediately stood up and wiped some of the funk off his face. Unfortunately, he used the wrong hand and ended up smearing crap all over himself. “Okay, bad idea.” He calmly self-admitted.

He looked over to where someone was screaming and realized Robert had taken someone captive. “Hey! It’s me you want! Let the idiot go!” He screamed, but slapped himself in the face with his once slightly clean hand when he remembered no human in the city could understand him.

He resorted to a different tactic for Robert’s full attention. He turned around and pulled down his pants to moon the freak. This was no ordinary mooning, however. The seemingly disturbed child sandwiched his testicles between his thighs to intensify the insult. If that weren’t enough, he proceeded to shift his feet along the sidewalk in a little dance.
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As the kidnapper made his way slowly across the street, a boy stuck in his dead stare. He watched in success at the road-block he placed within the kid's plan to wipe his fecal matter on his outfit. The laughter exploded from his mouth as he focused on the actions taking place. Not only did the man fall on him like he had hoped, but the boy had shoved the disgusting hand into the man's face. It was obvious when the man then persisted to spew the contents of his stomach all over the boy he was laying upon.

Robert himself couldn't stop laughing, he hadn't had a great laugh like this in a long time. In his arms, the scared man tried to take advantage of the lightened mood and attempted to escape. Instead, a firm hand grasped upon the back of his neck and lifted him off the ground before slamming him onto the concrete. The whole time, his hysterical laughs filled the air. His eyes had even began to tear up a little, but through blurred vision he kept his eyes upon the boy. Although he had wanted to leave, it was now far too funny for him to not watch what would happen next.

The poor citizen that had been flung away finally rolled off of the boy, and laid within part of his own filth. There had been others within the crowds puking due to the sight, but it seemed as though a few were partaking within the same fun as he was. That's when the kid stood, attempting to wipe the muck from his face but mistook his clean hand for the dirty one and only added more grime upon himself. Robert was beginning to lose his breathe he was laughing so hard, he could hardly believe the turn of events. It was surely worth having his jeans ruined.

The laughter came to a dead halt when the boy pulling his pants down yet again, this time he attempted to moon the man but this was no regular mooning, the boy had tucked his testicles between his thighs and was now moving around like a fool. “I'm sure no one will miss this little shit,” he muttered to himself. With a subtle movement he pulled the metallic and chrome pistol from out of the back of his pant's lining. His eyes focused in on the boy, his eyes located the scrotum of the child. His index finger hit the laser pointer, and turned off the safety before resting upon the trigger. “He shouldn't be allowed to have children.” He muttered again to himself, now bringing the pistol into his first person view. In a matter of seconds, the laser was centered in on the nut-sack, and with a pull of the finger the first bullet blasted out.

He was quick to move the laser to the location of his head, and let another off. There was hardly time to think before the second popped off. Everyone sprinted off in various directions, screaming about the firearm and running for their pathetic lives. Typical. It wouldn't be long from now that the sentries would be searching for him.
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Moe glanced over to see if his actions were having any effect on the target. This was not the first time someone wanted Moe dead over his antics and it certainly was not the first time someone tried shooting at him. As such, he recognized a gun when he saw one and knew that when people started shooting, it was time to move the fuck out of the way. He jumped out of his shorts just as Robert started pulling the trigger. The discharged bullet sped in between Moe’s legs and struck an already broken and bandaged leg of an old man in a wheelchair.

“FUCK!” The senior citizen screamed from just outside a store.

Just as his feet returned to the street, Moe slipped up on the slick sidewalk and fell on his face. The painful accident spared Moe from being shot by Robert’s second bullet, which whizzed past and struck Mr. Wheelchair in his good kneecap. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT! FUCK!” The victim of Robert’s two bullets shrieked.

Two little children, a boy and a girl, rushed outside the store with worried expressions on their faces. “Grandpa! Grandpa! Are you okay?” They addressed the bleeding citizen who was apparently their grandfather.

“What the fuck do you think!? Do I fucking look alright to you!?” The old man screamed at his grandkids, neither of whom was more than five years old.

The girl began crying, but the boy was enraged at whoever had injured his poor defenseless grandfather. Armed with only a cell phone and knowledge of what to do in case of an emergency bestowed upon him by his preschool instructors, he dialed up the SHINRA emergency hotline.

Meanwhile, Moe recovered and slipped back into his shorts, which were thoroughly soaked by then. He looked back at Robert who remained armed. He felt compelled to end this, but he needed to get closer because the man simply refused to take a single step toward him.
Edited by Galileo, Jul 18 2009, 06:18 PM.
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“That little piece of shit.” Was all the man could mutter, as before his eyes he witnessed yet another mistake on his own part. The child was insanely fast, and responded to the gunfire as if he went into auto-pilot in any sense of danger. It was completely ridiculous, his target had hoped out of his own shorts to avoid the gun shots. But that wasn't the best part of it, the action had far reaching consequences. As the first bullet made contact within its end in projection, it made its place within what appeared to be an already wounded leg of an older man sadly misplaced within his wheelchair.

The old man's voice boomed out, the cuss words that followed were filled with pain. He wasn't fortunate on this day at all, for the other bullet made its place in his other kneecap as he bitched up a storm. This second impact only amplified the cries of agony. Robert almost felt bad for the man, yet his mind was still dead set on this worthless child who had now forced his day into a complete fuck up. There was no way of salvaging any happiness at this point.

It wasn't long before two children met the elderly man, and tried comforting him. Although due to his pain, he persisted at screaming in pain at them. Which caused Robert's biggest fear to come forth in a heartbeat. Even from his position he saw the flash of a cellphone screen, it was obvious who the call was being made to. It wasn't going to be long before he was going to be swarming with Shinra's grunts, the best they would send to this shit hole. Still, the fact remained that even grunts could overwhelm him with their numbers. There was no chance of going down before reaching his dream, he wouldn't stand for it.

Within his eyes, he watched the troublesome little shit slip back on his pants and give off a blank stare in his direction. He was getting sick of the ignorance of this little boy, it had gone far enough. With the laser of his gun focused upon the child's forehead, he used his free hand to withdraw his cellphone. When he found his contact he connected the call and placed the device up to his ear. The voice on the other line picked up, his words seemed hasty. “Please tell me your not in District eight,” he spoke out. Robert replied sternly, “I'm sure you've heard the call on the scanner. I need a scoop up bro, this little fucker just fucked my day over by his own damn self. I'm going to be fuckin overrun within ten.” For just a moment he turned his head around and looked behind him, locating a landmark for his evacuation. “Meet me at General Deluxe as quick as possible.”

“I'm already on my way brody.” The voice on the other line replied, “One Love.” Robert was soon to repeat the last saying before hanging up the phone and placing it back within his pocket. He had been more than prepared to fire at the boy if he had moved at any point during the phone conversation. It would've consisted of a burst of three bullets. In a triangular formation, the two a few inches away from the each hip, and the last a little above the head. He knew the boy was a tricky little bastard, but there would be no way he could manage to dodge this counter tactic.
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Moe still had no idea what cell phones were despite having one of them himself. All he knew was that people liked sticking them to their heads and pretending to have conversations with them. He thought it odd that his opponent decided to play with his at that particular moment, but decided an opportunity was an opportunity and should be exploited. He ran directly toward the man trying to shoot him, finding it difficult with people screaming and running in the opposite direction.

A bullet struck him in the leg, immediately causing him to fall. He clutched onto his leg in agony as a panicking crowd of people repeatedly mistook him for part of the sidewalk. When everyone had taken their turn trampling over the defenseless child, Moe’s hand grabbed onto an unfinished picket sign a random protestor had dropped. He lifted it up over his head and showed that only the word “Ouch” had been painted on it in bold black letters.

Moe staggered to his feet and dropped the sign to the ground. He lifted his right hand and directed a gesture toward Robert in one more attempt to have him approach. If the city had taught Moe anything, it was how to flip people off.
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Dead on perfect planning, he hadn't gone wrong with his decision in the tactical maneuver. As the child tried to make a head-rush in Robert's direction, one of his legs were stricken by one of the bullets. The blood he could see in detail was blood gushing from not only an entry wound, but an exist wound upon the other side. It had missed the bone and cut through tissue, fat, and muscle. To make matters worse for the boy, the crowd didn't stop to aid him instead they trampled his battered body. This again caused a good laugh to emerge from deep inside the man, it be hilarious to him to say the least. To make the matter even better, when the kid finally got to his feet he used the aid of a picket sign which simply read, “Ouch.”

Despite the fresh wound, the child stood up and held the sign above his head before throwing it back upon the ground. Then, from the standing position he was in he did all he could seem to do to try coaxing the anger within the man; it was it the form of the middle finger. A universal way of saying, “Fuck you.” There wasn't a person in the world that could mistake the gesture as anything other than an insult. “Persistent little fuck. I'm sure this won't be the only time I meet this torment.” He muttered to himself, as he finished he realized that he had wasted too much time sticking around. Upon two mako powered technologically advanced motorbikes came riding the Shinra grunts he had expected.

Quickly he slid the heater by his side to conceal it until the perfect timing. They pulled up next to the child, who was still performing the gesture in his direction. It was the beacon to his position, as they began to close the quarters one pulled a katana from its sheath upon his side. The other pulled a two foot mace from his back side, and began to close the distance between the three of them with long strides. A sigh escaped his lips, he wasn't going to take a beating and be detained. There was no chance.

He lifted the gun, letting a bullet fly at one of the grunts. The target of this one, was the chest of the mace wielder. Another busted off within seconds, aimed at the same man's head. His hopes were to hit the heart, or in the case of a vest plug one into his brain. He spun his hand within seconds of the second shot, and repeated the routine with the other grunt, before turning and quickly taking to his feet. His destination was the direction that his ride was headed, down the street by the Grocery Deluxe. He knew the slums by heart, and knew exactly what path his brother would be taking. It would only take a minute or two to catch his ride and be outta harms way for now.
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Moe thought it was time to beat it when he saw two sentries ride in on the scene on a pair of motorbikes. He clearly was not a fan of these people and stopped flipping Robert off when they dismounted. He glared at each of them, ready to fight if necessary. However, he was not their target, allowing Moe a chance to relax. He sighed in relief and closed his eyes until he heard two gunshots clearly emanating from his true enemy’s weapon.

The mace-wielding official slumped to the ground, dead. Moe performed a sweeping kick on the other sentry, knocking him off his feet and sending him crashing onto his back. The bullets completely missed, but one of them pierced the crippled grandfather’s skull, finishing him off instantly to the absolute horror of his grandchildren.

Moe smiled in satisfaction after having saved someone he deemed unworthy of life. Of course, the clumsy idiot had to lose his grip on his blade, causing it to slip and slice through the side of his neck during its descent. “You, fucking asshole.” The man gurgled at Moe just before dying with blood spilling out through his mouth and wound.

After accidentally causing the deaths of two people, Moe gave an innocent shrug and glanced over to where Robert once stood. “Huh? Now I’m sure I left him right there.” He muttered to himself.

“Yes there’s two of ‘em, they killed the guys you sent over. One of ‘em’s still here, but the other made a run for it!” Someone nearby screamed the report into their cell phone.

Moe remained calm and unworried. Of course, the fact he could neither speak nor understand English helped him avoid thinking about the possibility of third class SOLDIER swarming the area and chasing him down…again.

Moe glanced over at the two motorbikes. They both still had their keys inserted; only a complete idiot would try stealing SHINRA property. Without hesitating, he mounted one and began pressing buttons and turning switches in an attempt to activate the blasted machine.

He eventually turned the ignition, bringing the thing to a vibrating and softly humming life as though it was a mute whore. After messing around with the radio controls in his search for the accelerator, he eventually found it. Immediately, the bike blasted off and reached full speed in under ten seconds. Its rider screamed in terror and clung to the handlebars for dear life while the “Happy Happy Joy Joy” song blared at full volume through the radio speakers.

Robert’s brother waited at the rendezvous point in his car when he saw something quite unusual and far from expected through his windshield. The demonic machine that Moe had wrongfully tried to master sped toward the car and collided into its front with a deafening noise, sufficiently ruining both vehicles. Moe’s entire body left the bike and he crashed headfirst into the reinforced windshield of the car. He miraculously survived without breaking a bone in his body, but he was far from okay and even further from consciousness.
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