Okay, I think I can officially add "avoid junkyards" to my rules list. They can be helpful if you do gadget-work or engineering but they're cramped, full of sharp pointy objects, and it's all too easy for someone to hide in one of those mounds.
I was on my way out past the junkyard when I was nearly shanked by a masked loon jumping out of a mound of rubbish. Guy Fawkes mask, incidentally. He sorta stumbled towards me, he was easy to disarm, and I removed the mask and gave him my best "Really?" look.
A rattling behind me. Five guys. A couple were teenagers, but the other three were big, broad chested adults. All packing knives. I hate proxies sometimes. They were on me before I could slip away, and I was forced to defend myself with a piece of scrap metal from the ground. I kept trying to get to somewhere narrow, to fight em off one by one, but there were about three on me at once. I could barely maneuver, much less draw the sword.
Gazing up for a moment, I saw a hook dangling in midair, suspended by a cable A decrepit crane was parked nearby. It probably wouldn't run, but I can improvise. Leaping forward, I placed my feet on one of their chests and kicked off, grabbing the hook and swinging around, away from the mob.
I landed on top of one of the piles and started sliding down. Suddenly, something grabbed my legs from below. Massive hands- Obstruction. I wonder how long they made him wait in that junk heap?
The proxies from behind were coming, and I could see Jade approaching from ahead of me. Desperately, I cast my eyes around, looking for something, anything, to help me get away. I spotted it- a long piece of scrap metal, big enough for me to stand on. At that point, I figured it was just crazy enough to work. I stabbed Obstruction's hands, one knife to each. He yelled with pain and loosened his grip. (really, how did he think that was gonna turn out for him?) I jumped onto the scrap-snowboard and rode it down the pile. Jade dove out of the way and I kicked it back at her as I slid to a stop. I didn't look but I definitely heard a thwack and her shout.
I made it out of the junkyard without further incident, but I almost tripped over Shift not one block away. Tried to stab him but he phased away, and Valkyrie rounded the corner. Before I could even do anything she was on me, and I have a couple more gashes on my chest thanks to her. The proxies were coming at me from across the street, so there was only one way to run- a nearby alleyway. I prayed it wasn't a dead end.
man, fuck prayer. It was TOTALLY a dead end. Team Rhodes and the Redshirt Brigade were blocking off my only means of escape only a few seconds later. I did NOT like the look in Jade's eyes. Valkyrie gave a dull, quiet sort of smile.
"Shall we dance, little June?"
I looked up...and back at her. And grinned. "Really? That line is so cliche. If you wanna be villains in my story you're gonna need A-Material, lady."
Jade giggled, but man did Shift look pissed. Then again, when doesn't he? Valkyrie started towards me.
"Jocular even in the face of death. How utterly irritating. Obstruction, the cables?" The big man brought out some cable, probably to tie me up.
Oh, had I been waiting for this. I'd daydreamed a few scenarios where I got to unveil my little project I mentioned last post, but I never guessed I'd get as good a one as this was. Raising my hand to my belt, I removed it and pointed it skyward. "Cables? Allow me."
I pulled the trigger on the pistol and a grappling hook attached to some industrial cable shot out and dug into the edge of the roof. Giving them a cheery wave, I hit another button and was hoisted upwards. Not as fast as I'd've liked, but...I think they were all a little too dumbfounded to react. I mean, most of them were masked, but Jade and Shift's faces were priceless. Once I reached the top, I went over the roof and made good my escape. As I went, I couldn't resist yelling out a parting line.
"I AM THE NIGHT!"
...you'd've done the same.
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ReplyDeleteProblem, old man?
ReplyDeleteOh god can you get any more dreamy?
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So you are quite a mechanic and a comic hero influenced comedian, that add some points!!.. now I really really really want to have a spar with you :P
ReplyDeleteMan I hate it when the fuckers hunt in packs like that. Makes it harder to take them down. Any chance I can get the schematics so I can make one of those grapple guns?
ReplyDeleteHuh.
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I've had this grappling gun for god knows how long and I have NOT ONCE thought to shout that.
Konaa, I might be stealing your line next time I have to make an escape.
...I knew your parents left you their money, but I didn't know your last name was Wayne.
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Good for you, you crazy fucker.
ReplyDeleteDon't let it get to your head
D̥͎̮̠͌͘ͅi̍̈́ͫͯͬ͐҉̮̝d͛̐̆́ ̖̘̻̮̫͋͆I ̣̜̖͙͕̙ͯͥ͋m̈́͋́̎͠i͖̗̯̲ͬͧͯ̆̿̋͒s̮̜̤̦͚̼̆ͮͩ͋̓š̷̟̮̆̆̓̄̌̆ ͖̤͎͑ͬ̐ͧ̕ṣ̥ͧ̎̉o͉͚̝͍̲͊ͭ̀ͅm͖̮̫͖̙͔̉̑̌e̥̯͔̮̺̗͚̚t͉̔͠h̟̟̲͖́̑̈͒̊͡i̸̩̤̖͚͇͔͊̈́͒ͥͬn̠͓͉̓͐ͦg͌͆ͤͬ?̟̮͓̺̒̾ͩ̀ ̹̤̱͇͈̞̼ͧͤͤ͛̓͗I̜̻̫̳̗͘s̸̭͕̥̉̈́̽ ͇̲̖̭ͯͩ̃ͯ́t͖͉̯́̂̽̽ͅh̼͈̓ĕ̠͔͑r̆̇͂̓͡e̖͈͔̞̱̓͗͢ ͔͙̤ͩͪaͩ҉̼̖͎̭̳̗ ̤̭̼͉̖̟ͧr̛͔̦e͖̘͓̰͘a̜̼ͪ̊s̝͖̝̜̜̟̥͌͗͆̈͊̐o̙̐ņ͋͛͗͛̎ ̬̭͈̰̘̭̀̽ÿ̠́͒͌̋ͦ̓ͪo̾u͎̼͇̠̮̰̓ͯ̇ͬ'̤̣rͣ͢e͖̠̤̠̼̯ͦ̈́ ̧͓̪̗̥ͯ͐h̙̭̲ͮ̿̋̾̊ͥa҉̼̥̰̤̲̹̘n͉͖̗̟͕̞ͧġ̶͚̙͖̤ͧͪį̥ͨ̌ͯ̍̋n̨̘̾̅͋'͑͐̑ͬͤ͐͋͏̺͍͉ ̉͋ͮͫ̐҉̝͓̥͖͈͇a̯͚̰̭͚̙̋̈́̂̓r͓͈̗̠̩̙ͫͯ̔o̙̬͙͇̫̘͛̽u̩̖̠̺̜̱͑͌ͤ̊ͪͤṅ̤̪ͣͭd̴̯͖̠̯͙̉ͯ̂͆ͭ̚ ̟̹̘̫̐ͨ͒ͅsͣ̓ͧͪo̡ ͍͉̜͓͉͎̦ͯ͑ͨ̃̃̐ma̲̠̽̂͂n̖̳ͅȳ̪̳̪̣ͩ͛ ̹͍̦͎̎̇̇̽ͯͧͥj͇̞̲̬͈̳̇ͫ̾̾ͮͫ̚uͮ͑͐̈̾̓҉̝̬̣̫̙̙n͍͉̙̗̼̊ͮ́k̈y̗̭̪̟̘͉̎ͩ̒̈a̸̝r̄ͫ̎d̗̅ͤs̸͇͉̭̜̍ͭ̈̓?̝̃̆̑ͧ̆̇ ̠̙̣̰̈̈́̐͒͋Y̶͚̻͓̯ͦ̎̑ͦo̹̲̲̬̙ͦͯ͆̒u̹͉͈̣͔ͮ̒ ͆̊͟h̾̒̅̽̑͜ḁ̩͊̄ͬ̅v̹̦͔͖ͮ̇͐̓e̫ͪ͐͑ ̡̯̟̯͕̖̦̈́̎ͫ͗ͬ̔ͭa͖̬̝͐̎̽̊ͪ͂͘ ̛̻͎͔̼̻̈́ͅg͙̜̤̉̈̔̀ͅa̬ͩ͊̈́r͔̙̳͇̟͇̙̉̂͆̄̑ͬ̀b̤̑͑̾ͪͪ̒͠ả̼̎̊ͥ͌̐ͥğ̠̼͚̓͗ͤe̙̦̭̼͋̏ͫ̇͂͛̓͠ ̢͕̠̼̫̳̾́ͩͥ̋f̮̈́̌ͩ̈́e̦̺̜̝̰͚͔ͨ͑̔͒ͧ͗́t̗͖͍̲̟i̫͈̞͖̬̐̅͂ͪ͆̐s̲̟ͦͮ͑ͭ͌̓h̰̫̒͆̇̑ ̴̪͔͍̩̞̼͂̉ͬ̈́̀̽̚o̪̱̣̫̙̺̓̀̈̕ř͉ͣ́̋ ̦̻͈͖̓̾̇͒͋s͔̞̖͎̿͑ͤ̂̇̚ͅo̙̞͇̦̽ͦͧ̓m͙̓̓̌͂͡e̮̙̤͙̦̅͐͛̀ͅț̻̟͔̾͆̒̈͛̃ͅh̬̝̬̦̙̊̏̌̔̓i̛̪͈͚̰̽n̥̣̰͗ͭ͘g͕̖̟̩̗̥͖̔͆ͧ?̙̼͈̠̜̓ͦ̍̀̅͂ͣͅ ̨̖̣̟͓͒T͌̈́̃͒͆h̢̘̮̘͊͗̓̉̏̎a̜̪̲ͬͣ̂̊t̟̥̟̪̘̘ͮ̏̐'͕͉̫͓̈́͊s̤̤͍̰̦̒́̉ͥ͊ ̺̤̪͎̿̅ͣ̎j̢̤̑̑̍̾̄͋u̯s̵̔̐̿̈̂̾ͯt͙̺̥̟͚̜̦̃̋̃ͧ ̗̓ͤͩ̾f̮̼̗̣̳͎̱̃͌̾̽̊̃ͥu͈̬̞͇̦͐͑ͦ͞c̳̭ͤ̈̄k̪͓͔̜̗̙̳̽̈́̊i̬̼̲̙̭͂̍̋͋̓͆ͬ͞n̼̱͚̿ͬ̐͊g̰̎̐͋ͪ͂̾̂ ̭̠̖̺͙̲͔ͥ͛̊̆̒͑ͫs̡͕͈̥̩ͮͦ͐̉͂ͅi̛̜͔̿̍c̯̞̹̈ͤ̉͑̈̄k͈̬̦̜ͯ̋ͩ̈́͐̃,̘̮̯͚̣̺̜ͭ̒ͤͫ̈̂ ̎ͯ́̒̍͂́̀Iͧ̐̃͠ ͆͛͠c̠͙a̬̒͂ͤͮ̍̊n̴͆ͣ́ͫͦ̍ͪ'̦̟̦̬ͬt̯̹̗̰̹̱̰͟ ͎̫̩͍̙͓͆b͕ͧͥ̈́̔̀e̵̝͍̮̖̖̪̰̍ͪ̚l̠͉̪̬̬i̧͙̐ͤé̹͛ͤͪ̃ͮͣv̯̺͉͎͉͍ė̯̭̩͎͍͇̠̾̔̏͆ ͍̞̞̻̯̣͑̓̄ͭ̽̐̋y͇͎̙͉̺̑͊͋̽o̥̬̥̲͔̝̥͑ͯ̚ủ̶̉͌̒͗̚ ̙̫̰̺͙̦ŗ̼͕ͪ̀o̯̬͈̰͐͑ͩ̔͂̉͠l̲̥̓̊̃̀͑ͨl̙̗͕̈͡ ͓ͧ̓̄̒l̡̺̺͕̈̈́i͓̭̪̅ͮ̉͑̎k͎͚̮̇̓̏͒ͪͧe͕͖̬̟̟̓͋̋ͮ ̧̝͎̅̀͌̄̄͐t̢̹̜h̪̩͈͉̦ͧ̂ͣ͝a̭͈̣̦͛t̨͇͓ͯ̓͂̀ͧ̌ͭ,̜̤͕̠̤̋͞ ̢̮̤̝̱ͤ̇̀̒̍̇͐s̡̫̭̠̖̭̖͒͛̊͋ͧ̓̅i̧̘̓͑̐͊̇̂̚c͔̠͍͌ͧͬ͒ͭk̙̲͉̮͕̐ͯ͘ͅ ̪͂ͫ̿̀̐̄m͔ͤ̉o̶̠̰̪͎͚͉̔t̢̘̱̭͇ͯͮͦ̋͌ḫ͎̟̜̖̪́e̜͚͎̰̟͇ͭ̎̑ͩr̄̀͒͑ͪ҉͇͚̖̯̗͍͚f͇̹̹̩͎͈ͯ̆̿̈́ͪ̚u̧̹̳̗͇̤̙ͩ̈́͑͌͋ͧ̈́c͗̑ͮ҉k͍̺̩̞͑̆ͮ̄̄ȅ̡̤̺ͩ̾r̢̳̺̮̓́͒
ReplyDeleteS͝t̙̜̟̤͙ͅͅa͠y͏̫̟̟̬ ̭̣̀f̙̝̦̙̻̖͝r͈͠ó̯̻̰͈s͏̣̠t̩͙̞̫͈͎͉y̱̝̬͇̙ͅ.̪̝̰
So this is what it's like when someone lets fiction inspire them.
ReplyDeleteAgainst my usual logical reason I shall admit it.
I'm impressed. It gives me interest at seeing how a later project shall develop.
I told you, to intersting for normal proxies. I love this right now, and I must say, I'm a little disapointed in anyone who does not approve of being "jocular even in the face of death," I personally think that its the way everone should go, and if you're killing someone you need to respect that. What do I know, though, I've only killed once, and he wasn't that clever.
ReplyDeleteAlso your word verification system hates me: valisifeysynic... really?
See you around
-Cage
Can I be the Ghost Rider?
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