Story: Michael Williams, an ex-cop joins the forces of a 13 year old Brock Cantillo and a hacker to defeat the evil that is criminals and serve justice in the most brutal way possible.
REPOST DUE TO MISSPELLIN ERRORS!
CHAPTER 1
BEGINNING OF A CRUSADE
Albuquerque, New Mexico, 2009. Michael Williams was a 35 year old police officer. He had blue eyes and black hair. Kind of muscular. He was married to a beautiful mexican woman named Adriana and together they had a 4 year old daughter named Alicia. When Michael returned home one night. Adriana made them some dinner and then the door bell rang. Adriana went to the door and she opened and in the door way stood a tall bald man.
"Excuse me, mam. Is your huspand home?" The bald man asked her.
"Who are you?" she asked him.
"I'm James Gable. and i'm here for an urgent message." the bald man said.
"Message?" she asked him once again.
"Is your huspand home?" James asked again.
"Yeah. But what do you want?" she asked.
"Work related." James said.
And Adriana turned around and James took up a gun with a silence and shot her in the head. Michael entered the hall room to look what the noise was about and then he saw his dead wife lying there in a pool of blood. He hurried to her and saw she had bullet wound through her head.
"No." Michael said and bursted into tears.
James looked down at him.
"It was your choice. You did this." James told him.
"I didn't snitch, i swear." Michael plead.
"Do you know how many cops i had to kill? It wasn't an easy task while leaving no trace of evidence." James said.
"Oh god!" Michael said and held his wife's lifeless head in his arms.
"Where's your daughter, Mr. Williams?"
James asked him.
"With her grandma. At her house. ...That's the truth. ..I swear!" Michael said in tears.
Then Alicia came and asked for her daddy. James spotted her.
"NO! Don't hurt her. No! Please! Don't! Show some mercy. ...She's just a kid." Michael plead to James.
"Too late." James said and raised his gun at Alicia.
"I-i-i-i can find this snitch for you. I-i-i can kill him. Just let her live." Michael said in fear.
James looked down at Michael.
"How does it feel? How does it feel to begging for mercy? You betrayed me. Now you're gonna have to pay the price." James said and shot Alicia to death.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Michael screamed!
"Good bye. Mr. Williams." James said and left the house.
Michael cried and cried. He then grabbed his gun, he had in his gun holster and ran out in anger. But James were gone.
"I'll find you!" Michael said in anger.
One of neighbours saw he held a gun and called to the police. The police came and arrested Michael while sending his dead family into the morgue. Michael was sentenced for 7 years in jail and was framed for the death of his family. He tried to plead not guilty but there was no evidence to make his story believable.
7 years later. 2016.
After 7 painful years, Michael Williams had finally served his sentence and was released. Now he sported a beard. He immediately went home to his house. Once he stepped inside he remembered the god awful incident that happened 7 years ago. He looked through the newspaper he bought the day in a store on his way home. He looked through and saw the headline:
5 years since the death of Heisenberg.
Read all about Walter White on pg14 – 16.
He looked through the pages when he finally read about this "Heisenberg".It stood from his rise and fall. And the neo nazi's he had slaughtered before he died. He then looked at pg. 16. There it stood:
"My Andrea was murdered by Jesse Pinkman.
He used her as an object, and drugged her
down and posioned her son. Then he took
a gun one night and shot her through the head
and left." - Mother of Andrea Cantillo."
Something in Michael was filled with anger. But he shook those thoughts off his head.
"I would i care about this? I didn't know the poor girl." Michael thought to himself.
But then Andrea's murder mirrored in his head. It was replaced with his wife Adriana's lifeless body. And James Gable standing on top of the bodies and laughing. And Michael snapped. He ran away from the house, bought a gun in a gun store and ran into an alley. He cock the gun and put it in his mouth. He wanted to pull the trigger but... he couldn't. Why? Why does this happen to him? Why does he care about this random woman's death like he knew her... but... then he took out the gun from his mouth.
"I'm gonna kill James." he thought to himself.
Michael once swore before he went into prison that his wife and daughter's life would be avenged. Since James's disapperance...Where could he find him? Where's the clues? Where did he go? It can't be far. He has his territory of drug dealing not far from here. He knew some drug dealers that once knew James Gable. Let's start with them. They were named Skinny Pete and Badger. He knew them as before since he had encountered them when he worked as a cop. And he knew where to find them. He went and looked for the nearest drug nest. He went into the more ghetto place there was. Prostitutes on the streets and drug dealers at every corner. He then saw two funny looking characters not far from there. He went to them and there they were, Skinny Pete and Badger. Arguing about a video game, as usual. Michael went up to them.
"Hello." Michael said.
They both looked shocked.
"Officer Williams... We haven't... I haven't used. ..Pete might've... I think." Badger said in a worrying voice.
"Fuck you, man! Blaming on me, will ya!" Skinny pete complained.
"Relax. I'm not here to arrest you. Tho it would be hilarious. ...I'm looking for a guy. James Gable. You know where i can find him?" Michael asked them.
"No. Sorry." Badger said.
"I was afraid you would say that." Michael said to himself.
Michael pulled up a gun.
"Woah, easy...!" Skinny Pete begged.
"Where is he? WHERE IS HE?!" Michael yelled in anger.
"Jimmy must've done something really bad to piss you off, man" Badger said.
"No shit, Sherlock! Just give me his location." Michael said.
"He's living in a house not far from here. But where, i don't know. He changed his name. He's married and have a 3 year old daughter." Skinny Pete said.
"Thank you." Michael said and lowered his gun and left.
Michael walked out of there when he saw three guys following after him. He looked around and... BANG! Michael got knocked out. They carried his unconscious body away and left in a truck and drove off. Michael later woke in some kind of restaurant. A bald man stood infront of him. Michael looked up. It was James Gable
"Wha-?" Michael asked in a sleepy voice.
"Mr. Williams. Long time no see." the bald man said.
"You!" Michael said in anger and grabbed his gun and pointed it at him.
James's bodyguards pointed their guns at Michael's forehead.
"Low your gun, Mikey. There's no need for drama." James told him.
"You murdered my wife and daughter!" Michael screamed in anger.
"A necesary cause. You snitched, and you paid for it." James said.
"I didn't snitch you ugly bald fuck!" Michael said in anger.
"Then low your gun, Mr. Williams." James once again told him.
Michael lower his gun.
"You're an ex-cop and we couldn't risk you running around. ...Especially not in my territory." James said.
"Then kill me." Michael said.
James laughed.
"You got balls, that's for sure. I always admired you, Mikey. Yet you disappointed me." James said and smirked.
"And you disappoint me. I thought you would be tougher." Michael taunted him
"Tougher, eh?" James asked.
Michael gave him a nod. James raised a gun he had and shot a woman to death who had a child beside her not far from there.
The child cried and went to his mother and tried to shake her but she remained still. Michael became shocked.
"You killed her." Michael said in shock.
"You wanted proof so there you go!" James said with a smirk.
"Fuck you!" Michael said in an angry tone.
James smiled and his guards took him.
"Throw this bum out!" James told them and threw him out from the bar along with his gun. Michael quickly went up in anger and grabbed the gun and...
"Don't. That's what he wants you to do." said a male voice behind him.
Michael looked around and saw a hispanic looking guy. 13 year old. Slicked back black hair and brown eyes. He wore a sweater.
"Scram, kid. This is too dangerous for you to be." Michael told him.
"What you're going to do is not?" the 13 year old kid asked him.
"Jesus, kid. Don't you have a mother to go home to? She must be worried sick by no-" Michael asked him.
"No. She's dead." the 13 year old told him
"Oh god! I'm sorry, i didn't mean..." Michael excused himself.
"It's ok. You didn't know. ...But if you wanna take James Gable... The bald guy, you gotta be at least 100 men. Because that's what's inside that restaurant." the 13 year old told him.
"And i suppose a 13 year old know better?" Michael told him.
"My name is Brock Cantillo." the 13 year old told him.
Michael looked at him.
"You're son to Andrea?" Michael asked.
"Yes. How'd you-" Brock asked.
"The papers. What happened to your mother, I am sorry." Michael said.
"It's ok. We need to get out of here before they see us. I know a place." Brock said.
And Michael followed after him til they reached an abandoned house.
"Who lives here?" Michael asked him.
"My mother used to live her. Before she died. Now it's only my grandma." Brock said.
Michael went up to the porch and saw dried blood marks on the floor. Michael had flashbacks of Adriana.
"C'mon, let's go inside." Brock said and they went inside.
Inside sat his grandma and watched TV. She looked weird at Michael.
"Who's this you bring home, Brock?" she asked him.
"Just a friend, grandma." Brock told her.
"Just a friend? An 40 year old man?" grandma asked him
Brock looked up at Michael for help.
"Well, i am his teacher. I'm helping him with some homework." Michael lied.
Brock looked confused at him and Michael just smiled. His grandma looked at the tv again.
"Thank you." Brock told him and they went to his room.
Brock's room was covered with posters from movies and photos on the shelf on his mom and himself.
"Is that you mom?" Michael asked.
"Yes." Brock responded.
"She's beautiful." Michael said.
"Yeah. That she was. And very kind. ...She was betrayed, you know." Brock said with emotion in his voice.
"This Jesse Pinkman character?" Michael asked him.
Brock gave him a nod.
"He murdered her in cold blood. I discovered her body when i should go up in the morning. ...It was horrible!" Brock said in tears.
"Yeah. I know how that feels. ...So you know a plan?" Michael asked him.
"Yeah. It's rather complicated. It's about hacking and stuff. If you could somehow hack into his bank accounts and erase all his money... he would be at your knees." Brock said.
"I see. Hacking isn't my speciality. So... That's gonna be really difficult." Michael said.
"I know. I found you via hacking. I've looked you up. Michael Williams. ...I have a hacker friend. He've helped me so... ...He could help you out." Brock said.
"Oh, really? You just happen to know a hacker guy?" Michael asked him.
"World Of Warcraft. It's rather addictive. Dumb excuse, but it's true." Brock said with a smirk.
"Of course, it had to be a computer game." Michael said with a sarcasm in his voice.
"But on one condition." Brock said.
"What?" Michael asked him.
"I want to join you in your crusade of justice." Brock said.
"Why? Isn't that too dangerous?" Michael asked him.
"You need my help. I know the streets and i have contacts that will help us out." Brock said.
"You didn't answer my question. Why do you wanna join?" Michael asked him.
"I'm gonna kill Jesse Pinkman. And i need help to do so." Brock said in an angry tone.
"Heh." Michael said.