"Innocent Eyes"
Part Three (Oh the Irony) ==
by Vilsy
Jet Grind Radio and all the related characters, locations, etc. belong to Sega Enterprises... and perhaps Eric Haze? x__x; Hmm.. well this short chapter involves Beat... gets a tad violent but nothing you can't see on TV. Read and review at your leisure. ^_^v
Having delivered Potts back to the garage, Beat informed Garam and Tab that he was going to do some surveillance at the Shibuya-cho bus depot. The sun was shining brightly as it usually did in this pleasant district and Beat decided to take the high road, grinding on drain pipes and skating over rooftops. He finally approached the relatively empty bus depot and skid to a stop on the roof of a major chain convenience store. "Hmm, seems quiet enough," he said softly to himself. Of course, Beat was on no surveillance mission as he had conveyed to his friends. He had other plans. He hopped off the roof to the outcropping below which housed several ad billboards. Beat stood there and observed his surroundings, weighing his options. He then spotted the giant digital display screen which flashed various advertisements, music videos, and local news. "Perfect," he said with a grin and skated towards it. This was going to be a masterpiece by any measure. Beat had not been able to get Gum off of his mind for the past few hours. He felt terrible about yelling at her the way he did, and he thought of the perfect way to make it up to her. He had it planned out in his head and he smiled to himself as he pulled two spray paint cans out from his belt. He began spraying the background of his masterpiece-- a huge "ai"character in Japanese. (Ai means love ^.~ ) It took him only a few minutes to compose this, then he discarded the empty can and began spraying the foreground. Beat grinned to himself as he scrawled the letters "G" and "U" across the swirling lines of the "ai" character. If he could not tag the moon, this LCD screen was the next best thing. Everyone in the bus terminal would see it. That is.. if he ever had the chance to finish it.
Before Beat could even start spraying the "M", an ear-shattering noise rang out across the terminal. Beat stumbled backwards in shock as parts of the screen not two feet away from him shattered in a small explosion. He dropped the spray paint can and glared at the smoke that rose from a bullet hole in the surface of the screen which had gone black. He had just been shot at.
Hastily, Beat did an about-face and peered down at the sidewalk. None else but Captain Onishima himself stood on the sidewalk below, gun poised with barrel still smoking. "Damn!" he swore, as always.
Beat was a bit taken aback by this encounter. Lucky for him Onishima was a horrible shot, or else he would have been breathing through his neck. The rudie pulled himself together and brushed his orange shirt off to feign composure. "What's this, Onishima? Not using rubber bullets anymore?"
"You're damn right, you filthy punk! Now surrender and turn yourself in or next time I won't miss!" the trench coat-clad cop growled, cocking his pistol towards Beat again.
Beat was about to respond when he heard the familiar sound of about twenty pairs of boots marching in his direction. Beyond Onishima, about a dozen SWAT team officers hidden behind large plastic shields stomped towards their commanding officer. "Wonderful..." Beat grumbled, shifting his eyes around to find an appropriate escape route.
Onishima looked behind him also and motioned to his small army. "I found 'em, boys! Don't let this punk get away!"
"YES SIR!" came his mechanical and monotone reply, and the group of SWAT officers charged towards the building Beat was standing on and started hurling tear gas grenades.
Beat sweatdropped and hastily dashed off of the platform he was standing on before it became shrouded in that nerve-shattering tear gas. He took several easy jumps from one outcropping platform to the next as the SWAT team pursued from below, waving nightsticks and throwing more tear gas skyward. Onishima followed, cursing and shaking his fist. The rudie-boy reached the last platform, admired one of his 'Beat This' logos that he had plastered over a "Wild Heaven Blend" billboard, then took a leap of faith towards the tan and white staircases.
"Gas him you morons!" Onishima's voice bellowed as each cop's head turned to follow Beat's smooth arching jump onto the left handrail of the staircase.
Effortless, Beat did an Acid Soul grind up the railing then jumped off onto the first tin overhang his capable feet could reach. Dodging another precisely thrown grenade, his movement flowed into a wall grind against another billboard and he landed on the green railed fence that kept sidewalk pedestrians safe from the dangers of the street.
"I said don't let that punk ass kid escape! After him!" Onishima yelled at the top of his lungs as he and the SWAT team shifted direction, now pursuing Beat in the opposite direction.
"Idiots," Beat grinned to himself as he grinding along the green rail, sliding off onto the pavement easily at the end of the line. He then began skating casually towards the red staircase in the alley that lead down to the Shibuya sewers.
"Oh no you don't!"
*BANG!*
Beat felt his heart jump into his throat as a bullet ricocheted off the street and into a window only feet away from him. Onishima was certainly not screwing around. The not-so-confident rudie skated a little faster towards the alley, knowing that once he hit the cement pipe he could lose the cops easily through the sewer system and get back to the garage in the center part of town. It was only a few yards away, that handrail that he would grind down and make his smooth escape. Yep, he could finish his graffiti gift to Gum some other time. Just a few more feet away... those pigs were so slow... why did they even bother? Just a few more inches and...
Beat jumped onto the right-hand rail and did a Farside Acid Soul grind down... but he only made it half way to freedom. As irony would have it, his "nuts" came loose, and the screw holding his rear left wheel to its bearing came unfastened, and his wheel fell off completely mid-grind. Seeing as his back left wheel was one of the only wheel that made contact with the rail during this particular type of grind, it is needless to say that Beat lost his balance and 'bit it' so to speak. He tripped and fell onto the hard metal steps to the left of the rail and tumbled the rest of the way down, gravity refusing to release its grip on the rudie. By the time Beat landed at the foot of the staircase, his arms and face were covered with bruises and scrapes. This had been quite a plummet, but he was still conscious. With a deep labored moan, Beat managed to open his eyes and try to push himself up with his blood-covered arms. He had almost gotten to his knees when the SWAT team reached the 'summit' of the staircase.
"There he is!" Onishima's voice echoed down into the drainage duct. "Fire at will!"
These were the last words Beat heard before he was engulfed in a cloud of tear gas at ground zero. As the smoke cleared, several SWAT officers marched down the stairs, sporting gas masks for just such an occasion. Although Beat was long gone in terms of consciousness, the baneful cops whipped out their nightsticks and gave the rudie a decent beating to tie up loose ends. Above the sound of plastic on flesh echoed the ominous and psychotic laughter of Captain Onishima.
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Poor Beat-kun! *cries and kicks herself for messing him up* Oh well, how ironic, eh? Beat gets beat. x__x; I hope this was a decent chapter. Thanks again for all of your kind reviews, I appreciate it. Until next chapter, peace. ^_^v
