KaFKa
Dec 9, 2003, 07:10 PM
the randomness has made me want to do a gun battle for some reason. i dunno why, maybe it's cuz im having some sort of writer's block on Chainer's chronicle, but meh, here it is.
Fredrique walked into the room, a large sniper rifle strapped to his back, a rather large handgun holstered on his right thigh, and two other handguns hidden on his back, just above the beltline.
His long black hair waved in the artificial wind, revealing his newman ears. His t-shirt, black with a silver cross upon the front. His black pants, moderately baggy, ruffled to a stop.
He looked to the left, then right, his almond brown eyes scanning the area.
His right hand itched to grab his gun, but he knew any sudden movement would mean sudden death.
Sddenly, a group of maybe twenty operatives burst through the doors, rifles in their hands.
"Shi-"He said, dodging behind a wall, grabbing his two hidden guns.
The operatives rushed him, guns blazing, their bullets not even getting near him. He made a jumping roll, firing seven well-placed shots. Five found their marks, killing the operatives instantly. The other two were mortal wounds, chest and throat shots.
As he stopped behind a low wall, he waited for the operatives to close in, or at least stop to reload their weapons. One operative came over the wall, wile two others appeared from one side.
He made another agile dodge, putting one bullet through the operative who jumped the wall's head, and firing two more shots into the throats of the other operatives.
He holstered his two handguns and grabbed one of the rifles he had freed.
"Fredrique, give it up, you wont be able to kill us all"
He didn't say a word, but he made a strafing run firing his newly found rifle at full auto on the operatives, spraying as he went. The operatives dove for cover as he fired the last shots and dropped the rifle, grabbing the gun on his thigh, he shot and killed two guards thatwere guarding an elevator.
He walked into it, noticing that it was one of those glass-paneled ones, so he could see what was going on.
"Come on, come on, i don't got all day" He said anxiously, rubbing the barrel of his gun against his temple.
Another elevator pulled up beside his, with three operatives in it.
He fell to the ground, firing four shots into the other elevator while one bullet managed to graze his left shoulder.
The three fell, two with mortal wounds, one clutching his leg.
As the elevators stopped, Fredrique walked out from his respective elevator, and coming to find the one living operative still clutching his bleeding leg.
"Where is Drego?" Fredrique put his gun to the man's head, and looked at him emotionlessly.
"I-i-in... the buildd-d-d-ing ac-cross the stre-et" The man said, his eyes pleading for life.
"Thank you" Fredrique said, pulling the trigger and grabbing a strap on his back.
Unstrapping his sniper rifle, Fredrique walked to his former elevator, scanning the building across the street for the co-killer of his family.
Ten minutes went by, and he finally found the man.
Drago sat down in his office, he had a sizeable stack of paperwork to do. Being the CEO of a multiglobal organization had its perks, but it also had it's downfalls. He grabbed his pen and heard a resounding BANG!!!! and fell limp to the ground, his face missing.
Fredrique knew that the sound of his aWp would send more operatives to his location, so he just left it on the ground as he stood up.
Walking out the door, he saw two operatives on either side of the hallway where he was.
With blinding speed Fredrique pulled his two concealed guns and fired, dodging back into the elevator. He waited for a sound, but all he heard was two meaty *thud*s to either side of him. He smiled to himself and walked on, reconsealing his two guns and grabbing his primary.
Opening a door, he happened across a large hallway, fifty feet long, maybe fifteen feet wide.
"Welcome, Fredrique. I assume you know that i cannot let you live, what with your knowledge of their murders." It was Zane, the mastermind behind their murders, he held out a large gun, it looked to be a dueling pistol. Unbearably powerful and accurate, it only had one shot, Fredrique knew that if he were to get hit, he wouldn't survive.
"Well then, a duel?" Fredrique said, holstering his gun.
"Very well then, we shall see who deserves to die"
They stood for a good five minutes, and the blood loss from his left shoulder was starting to have an effect. He decided to make the forst move.
Drawing his gun, he dodged to the side, as Zane drew and fired. Fredrique ducked with the sidestep, so the bullet only pierced his right ear. Taking slight aim, Fredrique fired a shot, landing true into Zane's stomach.
Fredrique walked up to Zane slowly, watching him try desperately to find a way out, only to back himself into a corner.
Putting the gun to Zane's forehead, fredrique spoke.
"My name is Fredrique Cervantes" He said with a european spaniard accent "You killed my mother, you killed my father" Anger welling in his voice, he moved the gun to Zane's right eye "And my brothers! And my sisters!" moving the gun to his left eye "And you try to kill ME." He moved it to Zane's mouth "Now prepare to die by their hands" Tears welling in his eyes, Fredrique puled the trigger, ending Zane.
Holstering his gun, Fredrique walked through the opposite door, and proceeded down some stairs. He went down five or six flights, and found himself face to face with the third man, Ixidor.
"Surprised to see me?"
Fredrique jumped back, pulling his primary gun and pulling the trigger.
click
Dropping the gun and pulling the two concealed backups with insane speed, he pulled their triggers
click
click
He stood, eyes wide with hate and despair.
"Seems you weren't smart enough to count your bullets, Mr. Cervantes. Allow me to show you why you always make sure theres a bullet in the chamber."
Ixidor pulled out one handgun with blinding speed and pulled the trigger.
Fredrique fell, darkness closing in on him. Spinning and spinning, he found the ground.
Fredrique walked into the room, a large sniper rifle strapped to his back, a rather large handgun holstered on his right thigh, and two other handguns hidden on his back, just above the beltline.
His long black hair waved in the artificial wind, revealing his newman ears. His t-shirt, black with a silver cross upon the front. His black pants, moderately baggy, ruffled to a stop.
He looked to the left, then right, his almond brown eyes scanning the area.
His right hand itched to grab his gun, but he knew any sudden movement would mean sudden death.
Sddenly, a group of maybe twenty operatives burst through the doors, rifles in their hands.
"Shi-"He said, dodging behind a wall, grabbing his two hidden guns.
The operatives rushed him, guns blazing, their bullets not even getting near him. He made a jumping roll, firing seven well-placed shots. Five found their marks, killing the operatives instantly. The other two were mortal wounds, chest and throat shots.
As he stopped behind a low wall, he waited for the operatives to close in, or at least stop to reload their weapons. One operative came over the wall, wile two others appeared from one side.
He made another agile dodge, putting one bullet through the operative who jumped the wall's head, and firing two more shots into the throats of the other operatives.
He holstered his two handguns and grabbed one of the rifles he had freed.
"Fredrique, give it up, you wont be able to kill us all"
He didn't say a word, but he made a strafing run firing his newly found rifle at full auto on the operatives, spraying as he went. The operatives dove for cover as he fired the last shots and dropped the rifle, grabbing the gun on his thigh, he shot and killed two guards thatwere guarding an elevator.
He walked into it, noticing that it was one of those glass-paneled ones, so he could see what was going on.
"Come on, come on, i don't got all day" He said anxiously, rubbing the barrel of his gun against his temple.
Another elevator pulled up beside his, with three operatives in it.
He fell to the ground, firing four shots into the other elevator while one bullet managed to graze his left shoulder.
The three fell, two with mortal wounds, one clutching his leg.
As the elevators stopped, Fredrique walked out from his respective elevator, and coming to find the one living operative still clutching his bleeding leg.
"Where is Drego?" Fredrique put his gun to the man's head, and looked at him emotionlessly.
"I-i-in... the buildd-d-d-ing ac-cross the stre-et" The man said, his eyes pleading for life.
"Thank you" Fredrique said, pulling the trigger and grabbing a strap on his back.
Unstrapping his sniper rifle, Fredrique walked to his former elevator, scanning the building across the street for the co-killer of his family.
Ten minutes went by, and he finally found the man.
Drago sat down in his office, he had a sizeable stack of paperwork to do. Being the CEO of a multiglobal organization had its perks, but it also had it's downfalls. He grabbed his pen and heard a resounding BANG!!!! and fell limp to the ground, his face missing.
Fredrique knew that the sound of his aWp would send more operatives to his location, so he just left it on the ground as he stood up.
Walking out the door, he saw two operatives on either side of the hallway where he was.
With blinding speed Fredrique pulled his two concealed guns and fired, dodging back into the elevator. He waited for a sound, but all he heard was two meaty *thud*s to either side of him. He smiled to himself and walked on, reconsealing his two guns and grabbing his primary.
Opening a door, he happened across a large hallway, fifty feet long, maybe fifteen feet wide.
"Welcome, Fredrique. I assume you know that i cannot let you live, what with your knowledge of their murders." It was Zane, the mastermind behind their murders, he held out a large gun, it looked to be a dueling pistol. Unbearably powerful and accurate, it only had one shot, Fredrique knew that if he were to get hit, he wouldn't survive.
"Well then, a duel?" Fredrique said, holstering his gun.
"Very well then, we shall see who deserves to die"
They stood for a good five minutes, and the blood loss from his left shoulder was starting to have an effect. He decided to make the forst move.
Drawing his gun, he dodged to the side, as Zane drew and fired. Fredrique ducked with the sidestep, so the bullet only pierced his right ear. Taking slight aim, Fredrique fired a shot, landing true into Zane's stomach.
Fredrique walked up to Zane slowly, watching him try desperately to find a way out, only to back himself into a corner.
Putting the gun to Zane's forehead, fredrique spoke.
"My name is Fredrique Cervantes" He said with a european spaniard accent "You killed my mother, you killed my father" Anger welling in his voice, he moved the gun to Zane's right eye "And my brothers! And my sisters!" moving the gun to his left eye "And you try to kill ME." He moved it to Zane's mouth "Now prepare to die by their hands" Tears welling in his eyes, Fredrique puled the trigger, ending Zane.
Holstering his gun, Fredrique walked through the opposite door, and proceeded down some stairs. He went down five or six flights, and found himself face to face with the third man, Ixidor.
"Surprised to see me?"
Fredrique jumped back, pulling his primary gun and pulling the trigger.
click
Dropping the gun and pulling the two concealed backups with insane speed, he pulled their triggers
click
click
He stood, eyes wide with hate and despair.
"Seems you weren't smart enough to count your bullets, Mr. Cervantes. Allow me to show you why you always make sure theres a bullet in the chamber."
Ixidor pulled out one handgun with blinding speed and pulled the trigger.
Fredrique fell, darkness closing in on him. Spinning and spinning, he found the ground.