Last Laugh
A metal garbage can went flying and hit a brick wall in the alley. The man kept running blindly down the passage, panting. Suddenly, a bright light snapped on at a far end of the alley. He held an arm up, shielding his eyes, then slowly lowered his hand, watching as a line of SWAT Team- like clothed soldiers brought out their automatic rifles. The man shook his head. They have no idea what I can do, do they? he thought. Fools! The soldiers and the man stood face to face for a silent moment. Then, without a second thought, the man took a deep, determined breath, and ran straight for the soldiers.
Promptly, the soldiers opened fire, shooting right at the running man. Some gaped in shock as the man dashed through the hail of bullets. He ran straight on for them, his arms up to protect his face. The bullets seemingly bounced off his chest, and some even shot right past him. Shaken, the soldiers kept following orders, and unloaded their clips into the man, though it seemed nothing could slow him down.
One by one, the guns ran out of ammunition, and the soldiers jumped back, still clutching their guns. The deep rumble of a military tank rolled out from behind them, and they quickly dashed out of the way, still watching the insane silver-haired man running for them. The tank kept coming forward, nudging one soldier out of the way; in shock, he just barely rolled out of death's way, and rejoined his comrades at the side.
The tank finally stopped and aimed its cannon for the running man. Controls were flipped, and a massive fireball shot out from the cannon, right at the man. The soldiers watched, knowing that no human being could withstand that sort of destruction.
A collective gasp arose from the brigade as they saw the man run through the fires and jump onto the tank. Without thinking, the soldiers ran for their lives down the streets.
The man grinned evilly. You forget who you're dealing with here, he thought as he ran through the fires. He saw the tank coming up, and promptly leapt into the air, landing on the top of the tank. With a smirk, he grabbed a hold of the cannon's barrel, and bent down low. Lifting with his legs, he gripped the barrel tight and hoisted the cannon up, completely separating it from the rest of the machine. Sparks and cords whipped about, but he ignored them. Instead, he looked over in the distance.
The soldiers were still running. They looked almost comical, falling over themselves in fear of him and his strength.
With cold determination, he gripped the cannon as tightly as he could, and began turning in a clockwise direction. He spun faster and faster, and after a moment, let go of the massive gun. He watched as it soared through the air and hit its target.
The line of soldiers quickly became a line of pure fire and smoke as the tank's cannon struck them and exploded.
He watched the scene play out, a smile on his face. Once the soldiers had been disposed of, he threw his head back and laughed out of pride and irony. He had been able to do that. He, himself, Bryan Fury, former inspector, was now able to lift and throw tank cannons. He could run through bullets and fires without any fear. He felt more alive now than he ever had when he really was alive.
Bryan calmed his gales of laughter and jumped down from the destroyed tank. His next targets were nowhere near as complex. Now, all he had to do was find Yoshimitsu, then force the 'space ninja' to disclose the location of Dr. Boskonovich. Then, Bryan Fury would be unstoppable.
A metal garbage can went flying and hit a brick wall in the alley. The man kept running blindly down the passage, panting. Suddenly, a bright light snapped on at a far end of the alley. He held an arm up, shielding his eyes, then slowly lowered his hand, watching as a line of SWAT Team- like clothed soldiers brought out their automatic rifles. The man shook his head. They have no idea what I can do, do they? he thought. Fools! The soldiers and the man stood face to face for a silent moment. Then, without a second thought, the man took a deep, determined breath, and ran straight for the soldiers.
Promptly, the soldiers opened fire, shooting right at the running man. Some gaped in shock as the man dashed through the hail of bullets. He ran straight on for them, his arms up to protect his face. The bullets seemingly bounced off his chest, and some even shot right past him. Shaken, the soldiers kept following orders, and unloaded their clips into the man, though it seemed nothing could slow him down.
One by one, the guns ran out of ammunition, and the soldiers jumped back, still clutching their guns. The deep rumble of a military tank rolled out from behind them, and they quickly dashed out of the way, still watching the insane silver-haired man running for them. The tank kept coming forward, nudging one soldier out of the way; in shock, he just barely rolled out of death's way, and rejoined his comrades at the side.
The tank finally stopped and aimed its cannon for the running man. Controls were flipped, and a massive fireball shot out from the cannon, right at the man. The soldiers watched, knowing that no human being could withstand that sort of destruction.
A collective gasp arose from the brigade as they saw the man run through the fires and jump onto the tank. Without thinking, the soldiers ran for their lives down the streets.
The man grinned evilly. You forget who you're dealing with here, he thought as he ran through the fires. He saw the tank coming up, and promptly leapt into the air, landing on the top of the tank. With a smirk, he grabbed a hold of the cannon's barrel, and bent down low. Lifting with his legs, he gripped the barrel tight and hoisted the cannon up, completely separating it from the rest of the machine. Sparks and cords whipped about, but he ignored them. Instead, he looked over in the distance.
The soldiers were still running. They looked almost comical, falling over themselves in fear of him and his strength.
With cold determination, he gripped the cannon as tightly as he could, and began turning in a clockwise direction. He spun faster and faster, and after a moment, let go of the massive gun. He watched as it soared through the air and hit its target.
The line of soldiers quickly became a line of pure fire and smoke as the tank's cannon struck them and exploded.
He watched the scene play out, a smile on his face. Once the soldiers had been disposed of, he threw his head back and laughed out of pride and irony. He had been able to do that. He, himself, Bryan Fury, former inspector, was now able to lift and throw tank cannons. He could run through bullets and fires without any fear. He felt more alive now than he ever had when he really was alive.
Bryan calmed his gales of laughter and jumped down from the destroyed tank. His next targets were nowhere near as complex. Now, all he had to do was find Yoshimitsu, then force the 'space ninja' to disclose the location of Dr. Boskonovich. Then, Bryan Fury would be unstoppable.