Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 6:30:33 GMT
after all those proposed stories i wanted to write, but never really went through doing or finishing because they're either in the trash or sitting on a backburner in my head, i finally wrote something a few days ago. i'm still revising it and i'm open to any criticism you've got to help improve it, but hey, it's only a second draft of a prologue thing...i'm still working out the whole story details, but at least i'm actually attempting something.
anyway spoilered because a) it's not fully finished and b) it's almost 1400 words long. i will post the first draft version of it soon. but for now:
i may have not exactly finished fixing it, and there'll be a few missing things maybe, but hey, it's something at least
anyway spoilered because a) it's not fully finished and b) it's almost 1400 words long. i will post the first draft version of it soon. but for now:
“Good evening America, I’m Jenna Hunter with APB news bringing you a breaking news bulletin of a developing story. We may not know full details yet, but former lawyer, gang member, and a suspected terrorist involved in two domestic plots, Jonathan Knight, who has been on the FBI’s most wanted list for more than 2 years, has recently been spotted entering the Harrington Hotel on Canal St. a few hours ago. It’s suspected that John may be armed, dangerous, he may have hostages in the building. The FBI, as well as the new orleans police department, have surrounded the building and at any time will storm the building. After that, I wouldn’t know what to predict next.”
John Knight chuckled as he watched the news anchor actually lying to the american public.
“They’re doing it,” he went, “they’re actually doing it.” Sometimes, he couldn't believe they were lying to the public about this, on the other hand, they’ve been doing it for years now. He couldn't even tell what was truth anymore. As he sat down, bleeding on a cut up couch, he reminisced on the good old days before joining something that turned out being one giant conspiracy theory come to life. he couldn't even believe what he’s been through these past few years. And now, any second now, the cops and feds will either barge in and shoot just another lowlife for killing several nameless goons who’ve done way worse, or demand that he surrender for taking over a corporate building, and only god knows what’s next to come after that. Either way, it’s all the means that justice gets served. Finally, after what only seemed like long hours, john heard the sound of loud knocks at the door. Bang, bang bang.
“Open up,” a deep and booming voice came from the opposite side of the door, “This is the FBI and the N.O.P.D. Come on out with your hands up and surrender now, while you still can, or we’ll have no other choice but to .” John closed his eyes and smiled as he let out a long sigh.
“Showtime I guess.” John dropped his katana to the ground and clutched his hand onto his and began to stand up, pained as he was. Before he could even limp his way to the door, he heard a weak chuckle behind him. As he turned, he saw a bloodied man on the ground, crippled from the pain and leaving a trail of blood on the ground. he managed to have enough strength to try and push himself up a little and nod his head in disappointment, a dull expression on his face.
“So,” the man began in his gritty, weak voice, “I guess you’re a pussy after all?” John nodded his head in disappointment and ignored the insult and slowly limped towards the door. The man gave out a louder chuckle, wincing in pain as he coughed up some blood and landed face first to the ground, continuing his taunting laughter.
“Y’know, some of these men,” he continued, beginning to push himself up again, “they died for their causes, and you? You’re just gonna surrender? Give yourself up to the pigs out there? You know what they’ll do to you? You know what they do to folks like y’all?” he let petty, pained laugh. John gritted his teeth and balled his hand into a fist, however John knew as much as that asshat on the floor knew that it isn’t worth it. He stopped for a second and turned at the man.
“Y’know,” John spoke, “for a dying man, you sure do like to shit talk, but pissed as i am, i know you’re just doing it to piss me off. Well, let me tell you now, it’s not worth taking my anger out on you. So just die or something.”
“You used to be something. Even i was impressed. You’re just gonna leave and not take a second to get a second of revenge? Not even after what we did to your bitch wife?” a nerve in John’s head, something he thought he didn't have anymore after what he went through, snapped after hearing that comment. His hand balled into a fist as his face turned red in rage. The man grew a devilish, crooked smile on his face.
“Oh, so that’s your trigger?” the man said with a smile. John limped back over to the couch and picked up his sword and hobbled over to the man. Bang, bang bang. The police knocked at the door again.
“Mr. Knight, open up! We don't care if you’re dead or taking a bad shit. You have a minute to reply and come out peacefully or else we’ll have to use deadly force!” John stopped and turned at the door, knowing he just wants this to all end.
“You used to be a damn good merc, John. Now you’re just a coward.” he laughed, “I bet that retarded asshole friend of yours, o-or that tiny cunt you called a daughter deserved what we gave them!” all the man was doing was resorting to childish insults to aggravate John, and it was working. John gripped tighter onto the katana’s handle. John knew what the guy wanted him to do to him, but as hard as he wanted to just leave, he didn’t want some stranger to start shit talking about his family and friends he lost over the few short years, but he didn’t want to fight some asshole, all John wants is for all, the fighting, the losses, this whole us civil war crap, to just stop.
“I know what you want to do to me.” the man’s face had a near masochistic grin on his face. He coughed up some blood as John stepped over some broken glass, standing right in front of the guy, blood boiling to the third degree throughout his body. The man scoffed.
“Well,” the man went, “what are you waiting for? Kill me. Why stand there like a jackass?”
“Knight, you have thirty seconds! Stop this now!”
“That’s why, you piece of anarchist shit. I’m sick and tired of fighting, and as much as I hate you, your guts, and that hypocrite of a private army general and all of her bullshit, it’s all over. It’s done. And to be frank, I’d rather you waste away from blood loss than i just end it quickly for you.” the man gave out a weak, but booming laugh, coughing up some more blood before his upper body falls back to the ground. The man gave a forced laugh in.
“The end? No mate. It’s only beginning,” the man chuckled weakly as he lay dying in his own pool of blood, “fine then, but, if you’re not gonna stop me, then…I’m gonna...” the man began weakly reaching for a gun near John’s foot, grunting weakly with his efforts. John kicked the gun towards the cracked bay window in the building, away from the man’s grip. The man lowers his hand and gives up on trying anymore.
“Fine. You win. Leave. You obviously don’t care enough to even finish me off, so i’ll fucking die like you said.” but after wasting all this time, time that could’ve been used earlier to have an officer drive to Angola, maybe, John was gonna give the guy the deathwish he wanted earlier.
“No,” John decided, pissed and raged, “you begged for ‘sweet release’ so I’ll be damn sure to give it to you.” the man gave a weak smile upon hearing it.
“Time’s up Knight, you had your chance!” the sound of the police began to piss off John a bit. John took a long sigh.
BANG! “ONE!” the sound of the battering ram may as well mean he had to make this quick. John begun to raise his sword.
BANG! “TWO!” John swung the sword downwards, hitting the man deep into his neck. As the police and feds the barged into the room, “Holy shit, lieutenant.” one of the officers went. It wasn’t until an officer in a darker uniform noticed the sword a third of the way deep in the man’s neck.
“Shit, he’s got a weapon! Shoot him!”
Before John could even do anything, the sound of gunshots rung throughout the hallway.
John Knight chuckled as he watched the news anchor actually lying to the american public.
“They’re doing it,” he went, “they’re actually doing it.” Sometimes, he couldn't believe they were lying to the public about this, on the other hand, they’ve been doing it for years now. He couldn't even tell what was truth anymore. As he sat down, bleeding on a cut up couch, he reminisced on the good old days before joining something that turned out being one giant conspiracy theory come to life. he couldn't even believe what he’s been through these past few years. And now, any second now, the cops and feds will either barge in and shoot just another lowlife for killing several nameless goons who’ve done way worse, or demand that he surrender for taking over a corporate building, and only god knows what’s next to come after that. Either way, it’s all the means that justice gets served. Finally, after what only seemed like long hours, john heard the sound of loud knocks at the door. Bang, bang bang.
“Open up,” a deep and booming voice came from the opposite side of the door, “This is the FBI and the N.O.P.D. Come on out with your hands up and surrender now, while you still can, or we’ll have no other choice but to .” John closed his eyes and smiled as he let out a long sigh.
“Showtime I guess.” John dropped his katana to the ground and clutched his hand onto his and began to stand up, pained as he was. Before he could even limp his way to the door, he heard a weak chuckle behind him. As he turned, he saw a bloodied man on the ground, crippled from the pain and leaving a trail of blood on the ground. he managed to have enough strength to try and push himself up a little and nod his head in disappointment, a dull expression on his face.
“So,” the man began in his gritty, weak voice, “I guess you’re a pussy after all?” John nodded his head in disappointment and ignored the insult and slowly limped towards the door. The man gave out a louder chuckle, wincing in pain as he coughed up some blood and landed face first to the ground, continuing his taunting laughter.
“Y’know, some of these men,” he continued, beginning to push himself up again, “they died for their causes, and you? You’re just gonna surrender? Give yourself up to the pigs out there? You know what they’ll do to you? You know what they do to folks like y’all?” he let petty, pained laugh. John gritted his teeth and balled his hand into a fist, however John knew as much as that asshat on the floor knew that it isn’t worth it. He stopped for a second and turned at the man.
“Y’know,” John spoke, “for a dying man, you sure do like to shit talk, but pissed as i am, i know you’re just doing it to piss me off. Well, let me tell you now, it’s not worth taking my anger out on you. So just die or something.”
“You used to be something. Even i was impressed. You’re just gonna leave and not take a second to get a second of revenge? Not even after what we did to your bitch wife?” a nerve in John’s head, something he thought he didn't have anymore after what he went through, snapped after hearing that comment. His hand balled into a fist as his face turned red in rage. The man grew a devilish, crooked smile on his face.
“Oh, so that’s your trigger?” the man said with a smile. John limped back over to the couch and picked up his sword and hobbled over to the man. Bang, bang bang. The police knocked at the door again.
“Mr. Knight, open up! We don't care if you’re dead or taking a bad shit. You have a minute to reply and come out peacefully or else we’ll have to use deadly force!” John stopped and turned at the door, knowing he just wants this to all end.
“You used to be a damn good merc, John. Now you’re just a coward.” he laughed, “I bet that retarded asshole friend of yours, o-or that tiny cunt you called a daughter deserved what we gave them!” all the man was doing was resorting to childish insults to aggravate John, and it was working. John gripped tighter onto the katana’s handle. John knew what the guy wanted him to do to him, but as hard as he wanted to just leave, he didn’t want some stranger to start shit talking about his family and friends he lost over the few short years, but he didn’t want to fight some asshole, all John wants is for all, the fighting, the losses, this whole us civil war crap, to just stop.
“I know what you want to do to me.” the man’s face had a near masochistic grin on his face. He coughed up some blood as John stepped over some broken glass, standing right in front of the guy, blood boiling to the third degree throughout his body. The man scoffed.
“Well,” the man went, “what are you waiting for? Kill me. Why stand there like a jackass?”
“Knight, you have thirty seconds! Stop this now!”
“That’s why, you piece of anarchist shit. I’m sick and tired of fighting, and as much as I hate you, your guts, and that hypocrite of a private army general and all of her bullshit, it’s all over. It’s done. And to be frank, I’d rather you waste away from blood loss than i just end it quickly for you.” the man gave out a weak, but booming laugh, coughing up some more blood before his upper body falls back to the ground. The man gave a forced laugh in.
“The end? No mate. It’s only beginning,” the man chuckled weakly as he lay dying in his own pool of blood, “fine then, but, if you’re not gonna stop me, then…I’m gonna...” the man began weakly reaching for a gun near John’s foot, grunting weakly with his efforts. John kicked the gun towards the cracked bay window in the building, away from the man’s grip. The man lowers his hand and gives up on trying anymore.
“Fine. You win. Leave. You obviously don’t care enough to even finish me off, so i’ll fucking die like you said.” but after wasting all this time, time that could’ve been used earlier to have an officer drive to Angola, maybe, John was gonna give the guy the deathwish he wanted earlier.
“No,” John decided, pissed and raged, “you begged for ‘sweet release’ so I’ll be damn sure to give it to you.” the man gave a weak smile upon hearing it.
“Time’s up Knight, you had your chance!” the sound of the police began to piss off John a bit. John took a long sigh.
BANG! “ONE!” the sound of the battering ram may as well mean he had to make this quick. John begun to raise his sword.
BANG! “TWO!” John swung the sword downwards, hitting the man deep into his neck. As the police and feds the barged into the room, “Holy shit, lieutenant.” one of the officers went. It wasn’t until an officer in a darker uniform noticed the sword a third of the way deep in the man’s neck.
“Shit, he’s got a weapon! Shoot him!”
Before John could even do anything, the sound of gunshots rung throughout the hallway.
i may have not exactly finished fixing it, and there'll be a few missing things maybe, but hey, it's something at least