VIOLATION
As written by Razorback Jack (glendarl@worldnet.att.net)
TTA characters (c) Warner Brothers/Amblim Ent. 2000
LT characters (c) Warner Brothers 2000
Heavy Gear characters/equipment (c) Activision 2000
Unreal Tournament (c) Epic Megagames/GT Interactive 2000
Third-party characters (c) their creators 2000
Any new character added into this story is either one I have created or one created with the consent of the party representing the character.
All characters/products are the sole property of their owners.
***
OK, now that we've had some time to get Homicide a bit more used to his environment, let's focus in on some of the other areas...well, maybe. Who knows? I'm flying by the seat of my pants here!
***
Chapter 4: Wine Doth Taste Of Bittersweet
Lola was getting ready for the night. She was looking through her selections of evening gowns to see which one would look best with her fur. After all, it was a grand event when she and Bugs were invited to a major social event.
She finally settled on a sparkling blue evening gown with matching high heels (size 12 wide ;-). She was about to walk out the room when Jessica came running in.
"AAAAAAA!! He's after me, he's after me!!"
Jessica practically pinned Lola to the floor, screaming like she had seen a ghost.
"Whoa, calm down! Now, who's going after you?"
"It's him again! Him!"
"Who? Who?!"
Then the shadow came. It grew and grew. A chainsaw could be clearly heard revving up as the silhouette grew and grew. And then...HE came!
"Ach, guttentag! Time to get der cotton, ja? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Dr. Glentropy?! Jessica, you know better than to let THAT quack chase you!"
"I'm sorry, I was weak...he ambushed me..."
"Ach, ja! Just like Der Desert Fox did ven ve vere in North Afrika, ja?"
"Look, Doctor, you've GOT to stop chasing Jessica around! She's only a kid!"
"Vould it be any better if I vere to chase YOU instead?"
"Well...er...no, probably not."
"Zen consider yourself looky, Lola. I vill return!"
Dr. Glentropy rushed out, and carved up a section of wall. Now Bugs was walking up in his flashy tuxedo (AGH! My eyes!).
"Y'know, I'd wish he'd stop doing dat. Does he realize how EXPENSIVE it is ta repair walls dese days?"
"Hey, relax, it could have been worse..."
"Oh? How?"
"It could have been Sam Starfall..."
Suddenly, a blue-space-suited guy walked out of a door, accompanied by a somewhat spherical robot with binocular eyes and four legs.
"Uh, is that a compliment?"
"How should I know, Sam? You know more about this place than I do!"
"Nonsense! I won't let my ignorance stop me, Helix! Now, where'd we put the "Flying Chicken?"
"Uh, doc?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"Look, I know you're lost, but we've been having a rough day here!"
"Hmm...I'll get Florence over here...hey, Helix! What're you doing with that missile?!"
"Wow! A missile! Wouldn't it be cool if we blew up a major building?!"
"You realize that's dangerous, and we could get arrested again."
"Yeah."
"Sounds fun! Let's go!"
The door slammed shut, and now Sam and Helix were probably doing something incredibly stupid. Just like you would think Sam Starfall would do.
"Y'know, I tink I'd better talk wit Mark up dere...he's GOT ta stop sending dat guy over here!"
---
Meanwhile, another world beckoned to Homicide. A spaceship barrelled through a black void accompanied by two escort fighters. On the top, Homicide stood, waiting for his opponent to arrive.
"Xan, you coward! Come meet yer maker!"
Homicide was yelling in a drill sergeant voice, different from his normal robo-philosophical style. Suddenly, bullets flew by and hit Homicide. He ran for cover from his opponent...Xan Kriegor!
"You are obsolete!"
Xan unleashed another lead maelstrom upon Homicide, but soon ran out of ammo. When Xan reached for his Shock Rifle, Homicide ran out and fired his Rocket Launcher. Xan exploded into a crimson red splash as the missiles collided with his body. Homicide kept moving, and now issued a taunt.
"Ya like that?"
Homicide ran for the invisibility and sprinted toward the Minigun. Then Xan ran in, firing a Ripper at Homicide's head.
"Witness my perfection!"
At the split second Xan taunted Homicide, Homicide's head flew off his body.
"Ooh, that's gotta hurt!"
Xan was instantly surprised by the pistol blasts to the back.
"Chew on this, Xan!"
Now Homicide exacted revenge, switching to his Shock Rifle. He fired two salvos, but Xan sidestepped away from certain death. Xan soon took out his favorite singer...to the tune of red hot lead. The minigun shot through the walls, but Homicide ran off before Xan could finish him off.
Now Xan was getting impatient. He immediately reached for his Rocket Launcher and started running up and down his spaceship looking for Homicide. He had just finished combing the ship when Homicide ambushed him.
"STAND UP STRAIGHT AND SMILE, PRIVATE!! KILL KILL KILL!!!"
Homicide unleashed a barrage of lead from his minigun and cut Xan to shreads. The match was now over, and Homicide had won. He switched voices back to his normal tone.
"Well, that was certainly amusing. Xan is a worthy opponent, if not eccentric in his beliefs...let's see what the results are...Kilowatt, stats."
Data beamed from Homicide's gun into Homicide's digital processor. He perused the information until he came across his accuracy, firing rate, speed, and respawn ratios.
"Ah, much better now. Perhaps it would be a good time to try a test target...Kilowatt, open communications."
---
Camery was on her bed, reading through a book on spies and spying throughout the ages. She had found quite a bit of useful information, and was now searching for some of the stuff she had seen. But while searching, her phone rang. She quickly fumbled for the phone and picked up the receiver.
"Hello, Camery here."
"This is Homicide. I'm here on business."
"What's your game?"
"I need you to find a test target for my improved skills. Find someone similar to Lola, but with some distinguishing qualities as well."
"No problem, Homicide. I'll have the broad here soon enough."
"I hope so, for your sake...you don't want to be on the wrong edge of my Pulse Gun..."
*click*
Camery put down the phone and let out a heavy sigh. This wasn't going exactly as she had planned. Why was Homicide even bothering with a test target? She knew he had the accuracy...still, when Homicide wanted something, she had to deliver, or else. She soon began looking through the telephone book...
---
Around 8 pm, the big social event (a Stan Freeberg musical) was drawing near. Everybody who was anybody in Acme Acres was in attendence. Even the Speilbergs were there (though they told the press not to mention them), and Stan Freeberg himself was leading the musical.
Just about everyone was there...the TTA gang, Daffy (who only elicited laughter when he managed to crash into Elmer Fudd's Edsel, and then get blasted to bits), Monty (who was trying to bribe Stan Freeberg into becoming his personal humor analyst), even a tiny mouse family (with a suspiciously familiar red-shirted mouse with a blue hat).
And then Bugs' sleek limo came streaming in front of the theater. Everyone applauded (the Speilbergs excepted) as Bugs, Lola, and Jessica came walking out in their snappy outfits.
*SNAP!*
Ow! I thought they banned pirahna suits! Where's my lawyer?!
*ahem*
Anyway, as they were walking down the red carpet, their limousine drove away, upon hearing an awful lot of revving. Unfortunately, it was no bike gang...it was a group called...THE ALTER-EGOS!!
"ROAD TRIP!!"
"Oh no, not DEM again!"
A psychadelic car crashed into the pavement, followed by an ambulence, a limo, an M-1 Abrahms Tank, a black BMW, a plaid car, and a police car. Then, out stepped the Alter-Egos, according to vehicle: the Stupid Brothers (Lyin' and Lee), Dr. Glentropy, the Southerner, General Spitz Bricabrac, Mr. A of the IRS, the Angry Scotsman, and the Inspector with his assistant Whatshisname. Hmm, try saying all THAT in one breath!
They all walked along the path, and promptly tripped the carpet into the theater, with the Bunny family in tow. By the time they were scrapped off the pavement, Bugs was getting seriously perterbed.
"Geez, who invited DOSE creeps?!"
He suddenly eyed Monty, who had hastily hid a clipboard and some envelopes, and was busy whistling his fears away.
"Heh! Shoulda known..."
---
While the performance was in full swing, a thunderstorm brewed to the west. Rain began to fall liberally, then more gradual, until finally it was practically pouring. Lighting flashed and thunder crackled through the night sky. Lights flickered on and off as the electric ballet coarsed through the air. Walking home in this kind of weather would be madness. Only one so foolhardy as to brave the trecharous flow could muster the coordination. And that one was a rabbit by the name of Trinity (who bears a striking resemblence to Trinity of the Matrix, the only difference being her species is rabbit, and her body resembles Lola Bunny's body, but the clothes are from the Matrix).
Trinity silently cursed as she fell into a puddle. As she got up, she could hear a slight humming noise through the clatter of the storm. But slowly, it grew louder and louder. She turned.
"Die..."
Homicide leaped out of the alley and pounced on Trinity, who barely had time to jump out. Homicide started firing rounds, but Trinity dodged with amazing speed. She then jumped up onto the top of the building above. Homicide gave chase, and soon a maddening roof-to-roof chase ensued. They jumped across seemingly impossible distances, and suddenly Trinity went down to ground level again. Still, Homicide followed from the rooftops as she ran and ran.
She suddenly spotted a telephone booth. Her main method of escape, apparently. Go figure, eh?
Anyway, she ran toward it, breathing heavily and sopping wet. Suddenly, Homicide jumped down, his robotic eye targeting his victim. Their eyes met briefly for a single moment. He could feel the fear in her. Her anguish could only be magnified when he raised his gun. He smiled. She hesitated...
A string of staccato blasts rang out through the night sky. Trinity fell to the ground, her wounds overwhelming her body. Her eyes paled as the blood began to trickle out of her. Homicide kneeled down beside her, sizing up his defeated quarry. His solemnity was replaced by a wry grin. As he walked off into the darkness, he muttered but one word...
"Excellent..."
And he was gone.
***
As always, please e-mail me for comments and ideas. Criticism is accepted, so long as it is more or less constructive. Any requests for artwork concerning the story should be addressed to the proper people. As for artists wishing to do artwork involving the story, please consult me first, but keep in mind it must stay within a certain rating, and no nudity.
As written by Razorback Jack (glendarl@worldnet.att.net)
TTA characters (c) Warner Brothers/Amblim Ent. 2000
LT characters (c) Warner Brothers 2000
Heavy Gear characters/equipment (c) Activision 2000
Unreal Tournament (c) Epic Megagames/GT Interactive 2000
Third-party characters (c) their creators 2000
Any new character added into this story is either one I have created or one created with the consent of the party representing the character.
All characters/products are the sole property of their owners.
***
OK, now that we've had some time to get Homicide a bit more used to his environment, let's focus in on some of the other areas...well, maybe. Who knows? I'm flying by the seat of my pants here!
***
Chapter 4: Wine Doth Taste Of Bittersweet
Lola was getting ready for the night. She was looking through her selections of evening gowns to see which one would look best with her fur. After all, it was a grand event when she and Bugs were invited to a major social event.
She finally settled on a sparkling blue evening gown with matching high heels (size 12 wide ;-). She was about to walk out the room when Jessica came running in.
"AAAAAAA!! He's after me, he's after me!!"
Jessica practically pinned Lola to the floor, screaming like she had seen a ghost.
"Whoa, calm down! Now, who's going after you?"
"It's him again! Him!"
"Who? Who?!"
Then the shadow came. It grew and grew. A chainsaw could be clearly heard revving up as the silhouette grew and grew. And then...HE came!
"Ach, guttentag! Time to get der cotton, ja? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Dr. Glentropy?! Jessica, you know better than to let THAT quack chase you!"
"I'm sorry, I was weak...he ambushed me..."
"Ach, ja! Just like Der Desert Fox did ven ve vere in North Afrika, ja?"
"Look, Doctor, you've GOT to stop chasing Jessica around! She's only a kid!"
"Vould it be any better if I vere to chase YOU instead?"
"Well...er...no, probably not."
"Zen consider yourself looky, Lola. I vill return!"
Dr. Glentropy rushed out, and carved up a section of wall. Now Bugs was walking up in his flashy tuxedo (AGH! My eyes!).
"Y'know, I'd wish he'd stop doing dat. Does he realize how EXPENSIVE it is ta repair walls dese days?"
"Hey, relax, it could have been worse..."
"Oh? How?"
"It could have been Sam Starfall..."
Suddenly, a blue-space-suited guy walked out of a door, accompanied by a somewhat spherical robot with binocular eyes and four legs.
"Uh, is that a compliment?"
"How should I know, Sam? You know more about this place than I do!"
"Nonsense! I won't let my ignorance stop me, Helix! Now, where'd we put the "Flying Chicken?"
"Uh, doc?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"Look, I know you're lost, but we've been having a rough day here!"
"Hmm...I'll get Florence over here...hey, Helix! What're you doing with that missile?!"
"Wow! A missile! Wouldn't it be cool if we blew up a major building?!"
"You realize that's dangerous, and we could get arrested again."
"Yeah."
"Sounds fun! Let's go!"
The door slammed shut, and now Sam and Helix were probably doing something incredibly stupid. Just like you would think Sam Starfall would do.
"Y'know, I tink I'd better talk wit Mark up dere...he's GOT ta stop sending dat guy over here!"
---
Meanwhile, another world beckoned to Homicide. A spaceship barrelled through a black void accompanied by two escort fighters. On the top, Homicide stood, waiting for his opponent to arrive.
"Xan, you coward! Come meet yer maker!"
Homicide was yelling in a drill sergeant voice, different from his normal robo-philosophical style. Suddenly, bullets flew by and hit Homicide. He ran for cover from his opponent...Xan Kriegor!
"You are obsolete!"
Xan unleashed another lead maelstrom upon Homicide, but soon ran out of ammo. When Xan reached for his Shock Rifle, Homicide ran out and fired his Rocket Launcher. Xan exploded into a crimson red splash as the missiles collided with his body. Homicide kept moving, and now issued a taunt.
"Ya like that?"
Homicide ran for the invisibility and sprinted toward the Minigun. Then Xan ran in, firing a Ripper at Homicide's head.
"Witness my perfection!"
At the split second Xan taunted Homicide, Homicide's head flew off his body.
"Ooh, that's gotta hurt!"
Xan was instantly surprised by the pistol blasts to the back.
"Chew on this, Xan!"
Now Homicide exacted revenge, switching to his Shock Rifle. He fired two salvos, but Xan sidestepped away from certain death. Xan soon took out his favorite singer...to the tune of red hot lead. The minigun shot through the walls, but Homicide ran off before Xan could finish him off.
Now Xan was getting impatient. He immediately reached for his Rocket Launcher and started running up and down his spaceship looking for Homicide. He had just finished combing the ship when Homicide ambushed him.
"STAND UP STRAIGHT AND SMILE, PRIVATE!! KILL KILL KILL!!!"
Homicide unleashed a barrage of lead from his minigun and cut Xan to shreads. The match was now over, and Homicide had won. He switched voices back to his normal tone.
"Well, that was certainly amusing. Xan is a worthy opponent, if not eccentric in his beliefs...let's see what the results are...Kilowatt, stats."
Data beamed from Homicide's gun into Homicide's digital processor. He perused the information until he came across his accuracy, firing rate, speed, and respawn ratios.
"Ah, much better now. Perhaps it would be a good time to try a test target...Kilowatt, open communications."
---
Camery was on her bed, reading through a book on spies and spying throughout the ages. She had found quite a bit of useful information, and was now searching for some of the stuff she had seen. But while searching, her phone rang. She quickly fumbled for the phone and picked up the receiver.
"Hello, Camery here."
"This is Homicide. I'm here on business."
"What's your game?"
"I need you to find a test target for my improved skills. Find someone similar to Lola, but with some distinguishing qualities as well."
"No problem, Homicide. I'll have the broad here soon enough."
"I hope so, for your sake...you don't want to be on the wrong edge of my Pulse Gun..."
*click*
Camery put down the phone and let out a heavy sigh. This wasn't going exactly as she had planned. Why was Homicide even bothering with a test target? She knew he had the accuracy...still, when Homicide wanted something, she had to deliver, or else. She soon began looking through the telephone book...
---
Around 8 pm, the big social event (a Stan Freeberg musical) was drawing near. Everybody who was anybody in Acme Acres was in attendence. Even the Speilbergs were there (though they told the press not to mention them), and Stan Freeberg himself was leading the musical.
Just about everyone was there...the TTA gang, Daffy (who only elicited laughter when he managed to crash into Elmer Fudd's Edsel, and then get blasted to bits), Monty (who was trying to bribe Stan Freeberg into becoming his personal humor analyst), even a tiny mouse family (with a suspiciously familiar red-shirted mouse with a blue hat).
And then Bugs' sleek limo came streaming in front of the theater. Everyone applauded (the Speilbergs excepted) as Bugs, Lola, and Jessica came walking out in their snappy outfits.
*SNAP!*
Ow! I thought they banned pirahna suits! Where's my lawyer?!
*ahem*
Anyway, as they were walking down the red carpet, their limousine drove away, upon hearing an awful lot of revving. Unfortunately, it was no bike gang...it was a group called...THE ALTER-EGOS!!
"ROAD TRIP!!"
"Oh no, not DEM again!"
A psychadelic car crashed into the pavement, followed by an ambulence, a limo, an M-1 Abrahms Tank, a black BMW, a plaid car, and a police car. Then, out stepped the Alter-Egos, according to vehicle: the Stupid Brothers (Lyin' and Lee), Dr. Glentropy, the Southerner, General Spitz Bricabrac, Mr. A of the IRS, the Angry Scotsman, and the Inspector with his assistant Whatshisname. Hmm, try saying all THAT in one breath!
They all walked along the path, and promptly tripped the carpet into the theater, with the Bunny family in tow. By the time they were scrapped off the pavement, Bugs was getting seriously perterbed.
"Geez, who invited DOSE creeps?!"
He suddenly eyed Monty, who had hastily hid a clipboard and some envelopes, and was busy whistling his fears away.
"Heh! Shoulda known..."
---
While the performance was in full swing, a thunderstorm brewed to the west. Rain began to fall liberally, then more gradual, until finally it was practically pouring. Lighting flashed and thunder crackled through the night sky. Lights flickered on and off as the electric ballet coarsed through the air. Walking home in this kind of weather would be madness. Only one so foolhardy as to brave the trecharous flow could muster the coordination. And that one was a rabbit by the name of Trinity (who bears a striking resemblence to Trinity of the Matrix, the only difference being her species is rabbit, and her body resembles Lola Bunny's body, but the clothes are from the Matrix).
Trinity silently cursed as she fell into a puddle. As she got up, she could hear a slight humming noise through the clatter of the storm. But slowly, it grew louder and louder. She turned.
"Die..."
Homicide leaped out of the alley and pounced on Trinity, who barely had time to jump out. Homicide started firing rounds, but Trinity dodged with amazing speed. She then jumped up onto the top of the building above. Homicide gave chase, and soon a maddening roof-to-roof chase ensued. They jumped across seemingly impossible distances, and suddenly Trinity went down to ground level again. Still, Homicide followed from the rooftops as she ran and ran.
She suddenly spotted a telephone booth. Her main method of escape, apparently. Go figure, eh?
Anyway, she ran toward it, breathing heavily and sopping wet. Suddenly, Homicide jumped down, his robotic eye targeting his victim. Their eyes met briefly for a single moment. He could feel the fear in her. Her anguish could only be magnified when he raised his gun. He smiled. She hesitated...
A string of staccato blasts rang out through the night sky. Trinity fell to the ground, her wounds overwhelming her body. Her eyes paled as the blood began to trickle out of her. Homicide kneeled down beside her, sizing up his defeated quarry. His solemnity was replaced by a wry grin. As he walked off into the darkness, he muttered but one word...
"Excellent..."
And he was gone.
***
As always, please e-mail me for comments and ideas. Criticism is accepted, so long as it is more or less constructive. Any requests for artwork concerning the story should be addressed to the proper people. As for artists wishing to do artwork involving the story, please consult me first, but keep in mind it must stay within a certain rating, and no nudity.