Guess who's back? Back again? Clash is back! Tell a friend!
Seriously, I didn't think people would take a liking to this fic, strictly because all you see here, all the way down the board, XiaoJin, XiaoJin, XiaoJin. Jesus, people, think of a new god damned couple! Seriously, review response! Now!
Skittle-xtreme: Thanks for the props! (gives Word-Life symbol) You are now the fourth member of the Styles Clash fan club! Congrats! You get, a cookie, and a spot to appear at Tribal Council in Tekken Survivor!
Krappkarmin: Woo! Another Steve freak! Thank God! You people aren't all XiaoJin focused as I thought. And to your mention of Miharu, I myself have no earthy idea who Steve is gonna couple up with. All that I know is that it will not be Julia! (read Tekken Survivor to understand why.)
Jeanie: Another Steve freak! Yes, my plan to rule the Tekken section with Steve is working perfectly! (long evil laugh) Anyhow, glad you likes!
1)ragonness (Styles Clash Fan Club Member): Chalk another one up for the Steve gang! Steve will rule! As stated earlier, I don't know who Steve's couplin' with, so don't worry about a Christie/Steve yet. Key word: Yet.
Next chappy comin' up!
PARENTAL ADVISORY WARNING: This chapter contains severe cursing, blood, guns, and other action sequences. Viewer dicression is advised, but not nessesary.
Chapter 2: The Shootout
He ran.
Steve ran for his life. The Mafia was right behind him. He ran out of the arena, ran out to the streets, into the parking lot. That's when he reached it. More Mafia. They surrounded him from all sides, holding all sorts of weaponry. Crowbars, Shotguns, handguns, you name it, they had it. Steve had two options. Die, or die fighting. You naturally know what course Steve took.
Steve started with a body punch to the stomach of one of the men Steve scouted as the weakest. He stole his weapon, which he immediately realized as a Magmum .357, a handgun that was commonly used by street hustlers and gang members. You must realize that this whole time, bullets where whizzing around Steve's body. Steve then opened fire.
Bullets flew through the air, like shooting stars in the dark night. Every one of them hit their intended target. 7 Mafia men went down like flies. This gave Steve the chance he needed. To run for cover. He hid behind a car. Many Mafia men did the same. Then the real action began.
Bullets sounded throughout the parking garage. Steve reloaded his gun, popped out from cover and took aim. There was a man's head sticking out from behind the cover out a Dodge Dakota. Steve fired. The bullet hit spot on.
Blood smerared the hood of the Dakota, soiling the black color of the truck. The man fell on the hood, and was destined to lay motionless, never to breathe again.
Many of the others were taken out in a similar way, Causing blood to stain cars and cement with it's crimson flow.
"Take this you son of a B****!" said the Mafia leader. He told some of his men to move back, and the man pulled out, a machine gun, and a frag grenade. He threw the frag grenade to lure Steve out of hiding, then kill him with the machine gun.
Bt things didn't work out that way. All of a sudden there was an explosion. Steve sighed in relief. The man, in his anger, had pulled the pen out of the grenade way before he should have, and it had exploded onto his men.
There were only two left, Steve, and the big boss himself.
"Now I kill you," said the man with a smirk. He opened fire. But he just wasted bullets.
Steve was gone from in front of him, and out of nowhere, a punch came in from behind him.
"No," said Steve cockily, "now, I kill you, jackass."
Bang! Straight through the skull. The Mafia had been wiped out, by a lone man. Or so Steve had thought. But on the distant island of Ireland, plans were already being made.
"Ok, we got a call from our insider in England." Said the Mafia man. "She has this assassaintion covered."
"What was her name again?" asked another.
"Williams," the man replied. "Nina Williams." ---
That's it! Hope you liked my first action scene ever!
Review, or else!
Styles Clash
Wordlife to ya!
Seriously, I didn't think people would take a liking to this fic, strictly because all you see here, all the way down the board, XiaoJin, XiaoJin, XiaoJin. Jesus, people, think of a new god damned couple! Seriously, review response! Now!
Skittle-xtreme: Thanks for the props! (gives Word-Life symbol) You are now the fourth member of the Styles Clash fan club! Congrats! You get, a cookie, and a spot to appear at Tribal Council in Tekken Survivor!
Krappkarmin: Woo! Another Steve freak! Thank God! You people aren't all XiaoJin focused as I thought. And to your mention of Miharu, I myself have no earthy idea who Steve is gonna couple up with. All that I know is that it will not be Julia! (read Tekken Survivor to understand why.)
Jeanie: Another Steve freak! Yes, my plan to rule the Tekken section with Steve is working perfectly! (long evil laugh) Anyhow, glad you likes!
1)ragonness (Styles Clash Fan Club Member): Chalk another one up for the Steve gang! Steve will rule! As stated earlier, I don't know who Steve's couplin' with, so don't worry about a Christie/Steve yet. Key word: Yet.
Next chappy comin' up!
PARENTAL ADVISORY WARNING: This chapter contains severe cursing, blood, guns, and other action sequences. Viewer dicression is advised, but not nessesary.
Chapter 2: The Shootout
He ran.
Steve ran for his life. The Mafia was right behind him. He ran out of the arena, ran out to the streets, into the parking lot. That's when he reached it. More Mafia. They surrounded him from all sides, holding all sorts of weaponry. Crowbars, Shotguns, handguns, you name it, they had it. Steve had two options. Die, or die fighting. You naturally know what course Steve took.
Steve started with a body punch to the stomach of one of the men Steve scouted as the weakest. He stole his weapon, which he immediately realized as a Magmum .357, a handgun that was commonly used by street hustlers and gang members. You must realize that this whole time, bullets where whizzing around Steve's body. Steve then opened fire.
Bullets flew through the air, like shooting stars in the dark night. Every one of them hit their intended target. 7 Mafia men went down like flies. This gave Steve the chance he needed. To run for cover. He hid behind a car. Many Mafia men did the same. Then the real action began.
Bullets sounded throughout the parking garage. Steve reloaded his gun, popped out from cover and took aim. There was a man's head sticking out from behind the cover out a Dodge Dakota. Steve fired. The bullet hit spot on.
Blood smerared the hood of the Dakota, soiling the black color of the truck. The man fell on the hood, and was destined to lay motionless, never to breathe again.
Many of the others were taken out in a similar way, Causing blood to stain cars and cement with it's crimson flow.
"Take this you son of a B****!" said the Mafia leader. He told some of his men to move back, and the man pulled out, a machine gun, and a frag grenade. He threw the frag grenade to lure Steve out of hiding, then kill him with the machine gun.
Bt things didn't work out that way. All of a sudden there was an explosion. Steve sighed in relief. The man, in his anger, had pulled the pen out of the grenade way before he should have, and it had exploded onto his men.
There were only two left, Steve, and the big boss himself.
"Now I kill you," said the man with a smirk. He opened fire. But he just wasted bullets.
Steve was gone from in front of him, and out of nowhere, a punch came in from behind him.
"No," said Steve cockily, "now, I kill you, jackass."
Bang! Straight through the skull. The Mafia had been wiped out, by a lone man. Or so Steve had thought. But on the distant island of Ireland, plans were already being made.
"Ok, we got a call from our insider in England." Said the Mafia man. "She has this assassaintion covered."
"What was her name again?" asked another.
"Williams," the man replied. "Nina Williams." ---
That's it! Hope you liked my first action scene ever!
Review, or else!
Styles Clash
Wordlife to ya!