Heavy breathing filled the room, vigilantly a middle-aged man stalked into the room holding a handgun.
His arm was thrown back then he was kneed in the abdomen by the perpetrator, and during his brief fit of coughing and groaning in pain he counter-attacked with an uppercut to the intruder's jaw. The suspect flew across the room and crashed through the glass door leading to the living room. There, the man stood with content, observing his enemy laying on the broken, glass-sprinkled tiled, floor; due to his time on the field, he automatically assessed the unknown shadow.
'Broad shoulders, lithe and toned body, approximately five foot eleven; with that he deducted that the perpetrator was definitely male. With the amount of body movement and avoidance of the furniture; he isn't the average burglar on the street, he's experienced with hand to hand combat, let's see how he deals with a long range combat'
He grabbed the lamp post from the corner and tore its lamp shade off. Gracefully, he wielded it. Charging at the burglar, he swung it vertically, but missed. The lithe body rolled onto his side and used his arms to push up, locking his knees he kicked opponent in the chest. Stumbling back, the man wasn't prepared for the incoming flying-snap-kick.
If this goes any longer it's highly capable that I'll get injured... permanently.
He took hold of the assailant's ankle and threw with all his might towards the wall.
The body flew.
crack.
The mysterious body went limp, falling on the ground. Heavy breathing once again, filled the room; but only from one person now.
The victor then spat on the ground then turned and walked away, unbeknowingly, the intruder smiled and sat up.
The injured assailant on the floor laughed and quickly stood up on his feet, he sprinted and grappled the elder. They broke apart and began swinging at each other again. However, during the fight, the intruder would always dodge the other. The intruder laughed as the onslaught moved from the porch to the family room destroying the house; the laughing intruder grabbed the stereo remote and turned it on; rock music blasted into the combatants ears
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray, South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio,
"You bastard!" the older man stated, " You have no idea who you're messing with!" And as they moved from the living room to the kitchen of the house, the house owner threw a kitchen knife towards the mysterious assailant.
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Television, North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
The stranger caught the knife in his two fore fingers and let out a small chuckle, "I prefer the word young adult but I guess that would do; and I know precisely what I'm getting into." his tone became darker and more sinister. "Let me get to the point then…..Sergeant. Overland, Sergeant Nathaniel Overland isn't it?" He saw the elder tense, " Sergeant, leader of the Seventy-ninth platoon of the U.S Marine Corps, serial number 2764890651762998cd; Married at the age of twenty-seven, had two kids: Jack and Emma, now divorced-" the lamp swung by the ex-Marine approached his head, with his agile coordination he back flipped on his hands; following up, he used the velocity of his feet and twisted to hit the Sergeant in the temple. " ah, ah ah~ let me finish will you?" he juggled the knife in his hand and continued, " After serving your time, you came back with PTSD; therefore you are now living by yourself with no support whats so ever because you lost all your veteran money drinking booze, doing illegal drugs and when you go home at night; you beat you family black and blue correct?" The father's eyes widen as the man .
Rosenberg, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, The king and I, The Catcher In the Rye,
What do you want." snared Nathaniel
"Seems so…." nonchalantly said the hostile intruder,
Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new Queen,
"I came to you on this night for a reason. What is it you might ask?" His smile expanded from cheek to cheek, "As fellow criminals we should stick together,"
Marciano, liberace,
A cloth masked concealed his features from his nose down. The moonlight revealed the only visible trait of the male; the eccentric blue eyes of mysterious man filled with insanity. A slightly nostalgic awareness creeped up my spine.
Santayana goodbye...
"Now is the time to step up to create a greater future"
We didn't start the fire! It was always burning since the world's been turning
His arms rose out to his side, and with that signal multiple bodies walked out into the light.
We didn't start the fire,
"It's time to rewrite history and change everything, don't you want a better life for your son, my friend?" fanatically quoted the burglar.
no we didn't light it but we tried to fight it.
The windows were broken in by multiple individuals and more came in as the door was broken down. They surrounded him. With trepidation he grabbed the lamp that had been broken in his previous fight and lowered his center. He defensively pointed it towards the group of individuals…no...criminal.
Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Camp-
"Now how 'bout, my friend." monotonously said the first transgressor.
"You crazy arse! You think that if you break into my house and attack me then we'll all be good? That I'll join your cause? Well you have another thing coming" viciously growled Overland.
"Thats a shame," sarcastically pouted the kingpin, he nodded his head and two criminals went to subdue the ex- sergeant; holding him on his knees.
" I guess that only leaves me one choice, and that wasn't even why I came here in the first place."
Marveling at the finely-sharpened-prong of the blade, he tossed it up into the air over the counter; but just before it landed he abruptly kicked it toward Nathaniel. The knife then imbedded itself into the said man and he cringed in agonizing pain.
The intruder nonchalantly walked to the kneeling man and pulled his hair up. Facing up the said man spat in his adversary's face and three words came out of his mouth: "Burn in Hell"
The psychopath's eyes widen in shock then his face contorted into a sickly-sweet smile.
"Sweet-heart" condescendingly said the nefarious intruder "you're already in Hell, and I am King."
"Who the hel-" his eyes popped in fear and recognition, remembering all of the gruesome tales told by his comrades about the notoriously known villain; to be described as the Napoleon of crime due to his grotesque infamy, the reincarnation of the devil himself, also known as…
"The Piper." dreadfully stated the ex- Marine.
And with that The Piper gleefully clapped his hands and walked out of the shadows, pulled down his mask; with a darkened face said:
" Nice seeing you too Nathaniel."
The two outlaws let go of the elder's hands and snickered as the he collapsed. He winched at the pain in his shoulder and reluctantly grabbed for it and pulled it out.
The elder gulped and mouth his beginning the word "Jac-," but was interrupted by a cocked gun in his face
"Don't call me that!" snarled the figure.
" What do you want?" hoarsely asked Overland
The Piper shrugged and simply said: "Nothing, I just wanted to say my goodbyes before something awful happens to you."
"Wha- what do you mea-"
"Good bye. Nathaniel."
" B-but you said you wanted to work together!" shouted the Marine
" Huh? Did I?... Meh, I lied.
Bang!
The Piper turned awry to the corpse and walked out of the house, the mass of criminals followed him out into the shadows and they walked. As they walked, the Kings pin couldn't help by grin maniacally .
The time had come to take action.