[…Renegade…]
By the War Machine
Ch.1: Red Laptop
Ulrich Stern sat, perched above a ledge over looking the factory. He clutched a silenced M40 sniper rifle. He spotted the crosshairs on the large entrance from the bridge. He knew the enemy. He knew the enemy well. The "enemy" would be entering the factory at exactly 40.32483 seconds. His target was blonde, with glasses, a blue shirt and was most likely carrying a laptop in hand. As Ulrich went over the details of the target, he saw his quarry enter the vicinity. He zoomed the scope in closer, and prayed.
Jeremy Belpois meandered down the walkway towards the factory. He was just about to finish his program that would save Franz Hopper. He couldn't wait to see Aelita's expression when she had her father back. Unfortunately, the research for the internet-scouring pathogen came with a heavy price. It cost the life of one Yumi Ishiyama. As they were fighting on Lyoko, they were searching for the piece of data that would save Franz. Yumi was devirtualized to the scanner room, but never left. The data on lyoko temporarily overloaded the scanners. One wire burst from energy, and Yumi happened to be tripping over it at that moment. She was vaporized instantly, never to be seen again. Too bad. Yumi was a good fighter. She would be missed. But all Jeremy cared about was Aelita. Bad thing was, Ulrich blamed Jeremy for what happened to Yumi. But surely Ulrich wouldn't hold that bad of a grudge, right?
Ulrich finished his prayer, and was about to take the shot. He aimed for the head. That kid had killed Yumi, the only thing that mattered to Ulrich. All he ever cared about was that goddamn pink-haired bitch Aelita. Ulrich would take care of them both. He would see to that. He held his breath, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger….
*PPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFF!* *SPLAT!*
The rifle's silencer made but a whisper, and the shot was impossible to hear, especially from Jeremy's distance. The bullet drove itself through the young boy's skull, splattering his blood and some brain matter onto the pavement. He lay there, his lifeless body becoming the centerpiece of the first part of a hideous art collection called vengeance. Ulrich layed down the rifle. He could almost see the word "HATE" spelled in Jeremy's blood. Ulrich didn't care. The first of his 2 bastards of targets was dead. On to number 2. Ulrich threw his rifle the whole way down into the river. He walked down the road to his own home. He would need a new method for Aelita. Then, once that stupid naïve girl was in her place in hell, all debts would be paid in full. Tomorrow, his whole plan would unfold. Aelita's blood would look perfect on the matching pink walls of her dorm.
CH 1 finished. Expect Ch. 2 soon…