*First of all, I'd like to thank SirTokeAlot for remembering me in his
story. Also I want to thank him for giving me an idea to write on. Parts 1-
6 are in connection with the CBGB chronicles. For those of you who don't
know, I used to be in CBGB, and I'm thinking bout playing UT more often. So
when I get all updated again, I want to play you SirToke!!! Don't steal
anything (ideas or characters)!*
Johnny's Death Part1
Bullets all around me. All around the rock I am behind. All I have is an Enforcer with four bullets. I can't kill the four demons that were on the other side. But I had to try. The only place I can run to is a small cliff dropping to a river on my right, or a cave in a cliff face to my left. I decide to go for the cave since they can shoot through the water. Have to wait for the right moment. Bullet spray stops for a moment while one of the robot guy's with the Minigun reloads. NOW!!! I make a dash for the cave. Thirty feet.Twenty.Ten.Five.I feel a bullet go through my leg as a blood spray goes off to my right. The pain fills up my leg as I step down on my right foot. I fall just short of the cave and look over at the group of four to see a woman looking through the scope on a Sniper Rifle. I turn and fire all four of the bullets at one robot that seems vaguely familiar. The four bullets hit him in the chest but seem to just bounce off. The robot smirks and starts walking over to me. Oh God.not now. The figure reaches me, bends down, points his gun at my head. Flash and all goes dark. "Match Over" says the announcer."
I woke up from my nightmare in a cold sweat. My hands instantly flew to my head and leg. Feeling no wounds I began to relax. That dream had been plaguing me ever since I found out I was fighting the warrior known as SirTokeAlot. I looked at my clock. 2:00 in the morning. ^Great^ I thought. I decided then that I would go for a walk. While walking down a back street and pondering on the dreadful dream I was confronted by a man. "Yo, give me yo wallet before I have to cutch'ya!!!" He said this while pulling out a four inch knife. I looked deep into his eyes and in a calm voice said, "I don't want tot have to hurt you." He just smirked and said, " You's to cocky man, I be da one with da blade."
With the speed of a snake, I reached out and grabbed the hand holding his knife. I used my other hand to pop him in his face. I kicked the back of his knee cause him to fall on his knees. With my free hand I grabbed his hair and smashed his face into my knee. I stripped the knife and spun till I was behind him. I yanked his head back exposing his neck and quickly put the knife up against it. "Boy, you need a role model," I said and kicked him forward making sure not to cut his throat. I walked off sheathing his knife in my belt. It was a nice one. Bet he paid a bundle.
After going to the local hotdog stand, I started to walk back home. As I neared my two-story house, I saw someone in a tunic, which I had only seen in museums, slip a package in the mail slot and walk off. When I was about thirty-five feet from my house I was thrown back by a big explosion. I stood up, blood trickling for my ears and nose. I could hardly hear my neighbor run, yelling, out of his house. He ran over to me saying, "You OK John?" "Yeah, my house just went up in flames and you're asking me if I'm OK!?!" He sort of cringed at that and replied saying, "Just asking man." I felt that he was hurt and comforted him saying," Yeah, I know Bobby, I'm sorry man." That's when the police arrived.
They took me to the local hospital, and the workers got me situated in a room until, of course, my Arena Master came and told them to let me go to the Arena Healers. After much arguing and bribing they finally agreed. As he took me out to his Corvette hovercraft, I explained the events of the night. I spent great time on the details of the package delivery and the man in the tunic. The Arena Master seemed puzzled by these events. Why would anyone want to kill me? I was one of the best fighters in the Arena, he explained, and someone might be trying to get rid of me for that reason. He said that we had reason to believe that it was SirTokeAlot.
"Greg I must request that you stay here until your next match," said the Master. " "Hell no," I answered back, "and don't call me Greg. I prefer John." He just shook his head and walked out of the room, locking the door from the outside with a key. Great, now I couldn't get out. ^Wait^ I thought, ^This is one of those old locks.^ I walked over grabbing two needles on the way. I wasn't about to sit here and wait for those killers to come get me. I took the needles and began to pick the lock. I soon heard it unlatch, and smiled. I hadn't lost my touch.
I pushed it open and ran down the hall towards the exit. Pushing open the doors I took a deep breath. I saw a flash of brown on the street on my right and hid in the bushes on my left. The same figure in the brown tunic walked by me and into the healing facility. Every time he took a step I heard a metallic clank. Who was this guy? I ran to the diner across the street. Just as I took my seat I saw the man walk out. Three minutes later the fire trucks arrived.
As I walked out, I had so many questions going through my head. Who was this man in the trench coat? Why is he trying to kill me? Are my dreams connected? How am I going to stay alive until the match next week? Should I get off the planet? How does he always know where I am? Why is this happening to ME? Soon I would wish I didn't have to know the answers.
*Hope you enjoyed it. There will be another one out soon. And once again I would like to thank SirToke. Well once again, hope ya liked it. See ya through a scope!!! ( *
Johnny's Death Part1
Bullets all around me. All around the rock I am behind. All I have is an Enforcer with four bullets. I can't kill the four demons that were on the other side. But I had to try. The only place I can run to is a small cliff dropping to a river on my right, or a cave in a cliff face to my left. I decide to go for the cave since they can shoot through the water. Have to wait for the right moment. Bullet spray stops for a moment while one of the robot guy's with the Minigun reloads. NOW!!! I make a dash for the cave. Thirty feet.Twenty.Ten.Five.I feel a bullet go through my leg as a blood spray goes off to my right. The pain fills up my leg as I step down on my right foot. I fall just short of the cave and look over at the group of four to see a woman looking through the scope on a Sniper Rifle. I turn and fire all four of the bullets at one robot that seems vaguely familiar. The four bullets hit him in the chest but seem to just bounce off. The robot smirks and starts walking over to me. Oh God.not now. The figure reaches me, bends down, points his gun at my head. Flash and all goes dark. "Match Over" says the announcer."
I woke up from my nightmare in a cold sweat. My hands instantly flew to my head and leg. Feeling no wounds I began to relax. That dream had been plaguing me ever since I found out I was fighting the warrior known as SirTokeAlot. I looked at my clock. 2:00 in the morning. ^Great^ I thought. I decided then that I would go for a walk. While walking down a back street and pondering on the dreadful dream I was confronted by a man. "Yo, give me yo wallet before I have to cutch'ya!!!" He said this while pulling out a four inch knife. I looked deep into his eyes and in a calm voice said, "I don't want tot have to hurt you." He just smirked and said, " You's to cocky man, I be da one with da blade."
With the speed of a snake, I reached out and grabbed the hand holding his knife. I used my other hand to pop him in his face. I kicked the back of his knee cause him to fall on his knees. With my free hand I grabbed his hair and smashed his face into my knee. I stripped the knife and spun till I was behind him. I yanked his head back exposing his neck and quickly put the knife up against it. "Boy, you need a role model," I said and kicked him forward making sure not to cut his throat. I walked off sheathing his knife in my belt. It was a nice one. Bet he paid a bundle.
After going to the local hotdog stand, I started to walk back home. As I neared my two-story house, I saw someone in a tunic, which I had only seen in museums, slip a package in the mail slot and walk off. When I was about thirty-five feet from my house I was thrown back by a big explosion. I stood up, blood trickling for my ears and nose. I could hardly hear my neighbor run, yelling, out of his house. He ran over to me saying, "You OK John?" "Yeah, my house just went up in flames and you're asking me if I'm OK!?!" He sort of cringed at that and replied saying, "Just asking man." I felt that he was hurt and comforted him saying," Yeah, I know Bobby, I'm sorry man." That's when the police arrived.
They took me to the local hospital, and the workers got me situated in a room until, of course, my Arena Master came and told them to let me go to the Arena Healers. After much arguing and bribing they finally agreed. As he took me out to his Corvette hovercraft, I explained the events of the night. I spent great time on the details of the package delivery and the man in the tunic. The Arena Master seemed puzzled by these events. Why would anyone want to kill me? I was one of the best fighters in the Arena, he explained, and someone might be trying to get rid of me for that reason. He said that we had reason to believe that it was SirTokeAlot.
"Greg I must request that you stay here until your next match," said the Master. " "Hell no," I answered back, "and don't call me Greg. I prefer John." He just shook his head and walked out of the room, locking the door from the outside with a key. Great, now I couldn't get out. ^Wait^ I thought, ^This is one of those old locks.^ I walked over grabbing two needles on the way. I wasn't about to sit here and wait for those killers to come get me. I took the needles and began to pick the lock. I soon heard it unlatch, and smiled. I hadn't lost my touch.
I pushed it open and ran down the hall towards the exit. Pushing open the doors I took a deep breath. I saw a flash of brown on the street on my right and hid in the bushes on my left. The same figure in the brown tunic walked by me and into the healing facility. Every time he took a step I heard a metallic clank. Who was this guy? I ran to the diner across the street. Just as I took my seat I saw the man walk out. Three minutes later the fire trucks arrived.
As I walked out, I had so many questions going through my head. Who was this man in the trench coat? Why is he trying to kill me? Are my dreams connected? How am I going to stay alive until the match next week? Should I get off the planet? How does he always know where I am? Why is this happening to ME? Soon I would wish I didn't have to know the answers.
*Hope you enjoyed it. There will be another one out soon. And once again I would like to thank SirToke. Well once again, hope ya liked it. See ya through a scope!!! ( *