Ziggy's Corner: This story was written because of requests to see alternate relationships other than Sly/Carm. So I decided to do this the wrong way the first time with Help from Red Panda Bear who wrote the story right up to Carmelita dancing, and I took over from there. Now our joint account is gone, and I shall continue this work. I hope you like it.
Which moves the Clock?
Note: I renamed the story.
"Alright men, youse knows where this thingy is?" Muggshot asked.
"Affirmative," one of his henchmen said. "We're ready to go in when you are."
"The time is now," Muggshot replied.
"Ok begin operation steal big gun is a go!" the henchman said.
"I don't want any mess ups, ya hear." Muggshot warned. "This weapon is necessary for our revenge on Cooper."
"We won't let you down sir," the henchman said. He was a huge bulldog in his own right, larger than Muggshot, but much more docile than what the crazy, gun totting lunatic was. There was many times also when Muggshot decided to show him who was boss, when there were no women to sooth the crime lord's desires. In fact, this henchman could easily say that when there was no bitches around, he was Muggshot's bitch.
Muggshot took his guns out and started blasting like crazy, the bullets flew askew and sent the security guards running. The villain took this as his cue to run into the building. He passed a statue of a bunny rabbit and knocked it down laughing. He proceeded to run into the building and slammed the doors so hard it rattled his teeth.
Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox soon appeared on the scene with about 50 officers.
"Alright men move in." she commanded. "This one thinks he's tough so I'd watch out."
The officers ran into the doors, two by two. In the process they had accidentally hit a button on the stereo and a Pink Floyd song started to play. The detectives paid it no mind, and hurried after Muggshot. The Constable however started to dance to the tune. She smiled, the song her favorite. Muggshot was dangerous, but he wasn't much for her. She'd busted his scrawny ass time and time again, and she'd do it again.
Gunfire alerted her that the action had started, and the hard, stiff smell of blood nearly made her want to gag. She rushed through the hallway, her eyes nearly burst as burnt flesh and brains splattered everywhere filled the walls and the floor. She had a hard time not slipping on the floor, or throwing up at the stench of death, which smelled more like the smell of dust and rotten mushroom.
She pushed further into the hall, the lights darkened by bullets. Inch by inch, she moved in, her shock pistol held high. Finally she heard his voice.
"So the butch cop bitch is back huh?" The sounds of his knuckles coming closer and closer to her made her narrow her eyes, wanting to give the freak the finger. He smiled at her, blood splattered on his shirt, his pants.
For a moment she caught sight of those pants and blushed, not realizing how buff and big he really was. She shook the thoughts out of her mind. You're a cop, damn it. He's a thief, and a murderer!
Muggshot pointed the guns at her and smiled, ready to open fire, when a click from above made the two of them look up. A chandelier came crashing down, and both took full advantage of the mess, leaping in opposite directions, firing their weapons. His bullets struck her in the arm, and shin, making her scream, firing only two electric volts of her own. Both missed, the last one just barely.
"Son of a bitch," she cried, her eyes turning dark.
"Had no idea that youse had such a language," Muggshot laughed. He aimed and fired again, and second time, both missing the limping detective.
"You couldn't hit a target if it was painted on your large, grapefruit sized balls," Carmelita growled. She fired her shot, toward the ceiling, and spun around as the dog was too distracted to notice, delivering a knockout blow to his jaw.
She looked at him and scowled, another murderess freak down the tube. But something was different, something, odd.
What is it? Just ready yourself for an update and find out.