Hey guys, back again, this chapter is mostly action. And you can probably
tell that I know my cars when you read this chapter. And whenever you see
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Chapter 2: Everyman for himself
And so goes the story of Dejavu. Morphius took him back to Zion, Dejavu became part of the crew on Niobes ship, and so Dejavu has been a believer for 9 years.
"Who's up for a game of roof jumping, anyone?" a young boy sitting on the floor cross-legged bending spoons said, then a man in black clothes walked in and started talking to him. The man in the black sounded as if he was new, and he didn't know what he was doing here. Dejavu knew what he was doing here; he had just seen the Oracle for advice and was on his way out of the building. He waited for a cheery "Bye, Dejavu." From all the "Super- kids" and the "Bye, Dejavu." Came singing through the door that lead through to the Oracles apartment, "Bye, kids." Said Dejavu, keeping a strait face. Then he walked down the hall into the elevator and down to the ground floor.
When he got down, he walked over to his black Chevrolet Corvette and got in. He put his key in the ignition and started the car up. Dejavu whipped out a cell phone and called Tank. "Operator." Came Tanks voice through the cell phone. "I'm finished seeing the Oracle, can you get me an exit?" Dejavu spoke into the cell phone. "Yeah, but you'd better hurry, I'm reading Agents. There's a hard-line a couple miles south of west avenue parkway." Said Tank, the sound of typing was heard in the background. "Right." Dejavu flipped his cell phone back in and stuck it in his green leather jacket pocket. He put the car in reverse and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. He whipped the car around and put it in drive, then he took off down the road dodging pedestrians and cars. Then he turned a corner and sped off down an alley, trash can and dumpsters whizzed by him at the speed he was going. Stray papers lying on the ground would fly up as soon as he passed by. Suddenly, he saw cops chasing after him, behind him there were two, and in front at the end of the alley there were three. Time to do a little Focusing. Dejavu undid his seat-belt, shot out the windshield , slammed on the brakes, and went sailing through the windshield of the car. He soared over the cop cars doing a flip, then when he landed he ran for the nearest stop light, which was only about a block down from where he was. Dejavu sped down the road on foot, with cop cars speeding to catch up with him behind. The stoplight turned green, and there went Dejavus ride, driving away. Dejavu focused on running to the car, cop cars with cops hanging out of the passenger side windows held machine guns that were spittin' led behind him. Dejavu leaped twenty feet and landed on the hood of the Lamborghini Diablo that he aimed for. The driver slammed on the brakes sending Dejavu flying backwards off of the car. But Dejavu did two back-flips and landed on the cement about ten feet in front of the Diablo. The driver, shocked, just sat there. Dejavu walked over to the Diablo and opened the door, cuing the driver to get out. When the driver didn't, Dejavu whipped out a pistol waving it. The driver of the Diablo stepped out, with his hands up. Dejavu got in and sped down the road, once again dodging traffic, and pedestrians. He was almost to the hard-line then one of the pedestrians Dejavu was dodging mutated into an Agent. Then came the BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! And the window in the back of the car shattered. Dejavu ducked, dodging bullets. Dejavu slammed on the brakes, opened the door, ran up to the door of the towns mall, and opened the door. The door lead to an arcade, and when Dejavu saw one of the arcade games' screens shatter and the player mutate into an Agent, Dejavu knew it was time to start running again. He ran out of the arcade, Agents chasing him, shooting at him, doing whatever they could to stop him. Dejavu ran throughout the mall, whipping out his cell phone, and shouted into it, "Where the is the hardline?" "Go left." Said Tank, Dejavu took a sudden left, avoiding knocking over an elderly women in the process. "Now go right." Dejavu busted into an "Employees Only" door and ran down a flight of stairs. "Thanks, Tank, you're a life saver." Said Dejavu, hearing a phone ringing somewhere farther into the little section of the building. "That's what I'm hear for." Said Tank. Dejavu put the cell phone up, and busted into a room. There, in the corner of the room, was a phone, it was ringing, and Dejavu picked it up, entering the real world, once again.
So how'd ya' like my first Fanfic? Please revew!
Chapter 2: Everyman for himself
And so goes the story of Dejavu. Morphius took him back to Zion, Dejavu became part of the crew on Niobes ship, and so Dejavu has been a believer for 9 years.
"Who's up for a game of roof jumping, anyone?" a young boy sitting on the floor cross-legged bending spoons said, then a man in black clothes walked in and started talking to him. The man in the black sounded as if he was new, and he didn't know what he was doing here. Dejavu knew what he was doing here; he had just seen the Oracle for advice and was on his way out of the building. He waited for a cheery "Bye, Dejavu." From all the "Super- kids" and the "Bye, Dejavu." Came singing through the door that lead through to the Oracles apartment, "Bye, kids." Said Dejavu, keeping a strait face. Then he walked down the hall into the elevator and down to the ground floor.
When he got down, he walked over to his black Chevrolet Corvette and got in. He put his key in the ignition and started the car up. Dejavu whipped out a cell phone and called Tank. "Operator." Came Tanks voice through the cell phone. "I'm finished seeing the Oracle, can you get me an exit?" Dejavu spoke into the cell phone. "Yeah, but you'd better hurry, I'm reading Agents. There's a hard-line a couple miles south of west avenue parkway." Said Tank, the sound of typing was heard in the background. "Right." Dejavu flipped his cell phone back in and stuck it in his green leather jacket pocket. He put the car in reverse and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. He whipped the car around and put it in drive, then he took off down the road dodging pedestrians and cars. Then he turned a corner and sped off down an alley, trash can and dumpsters whizzed by him at the speed he was going. Stray papers lying on the ground would fly up as soon as he passed by. Suddenly, he saw cops chasing after him, behind him there were two, and in front at the end of the alley there were three. Time to do a little Focusing. Dejavu undid his seat-belt, shot out the windshield , slammed on the brakes, and went sailing through the windshield of the car. He soared over the cop cars doing a flip, then when he landed he ran for the nearest stop light, which was only about a block down from where he was. Dejavu sped down the road on foot, with cop cars speeding to catch up with him behind. The stoplight turned green, and there went Dejavus ride, driving away. Dejavu focused on running to the car, cop cars with cops hanging out of the passenger side windows held machine guns that were spittin' led behind him. Dejavu leaped twenty feet and landed on the hood of the Lamborghini Diablo that he aimed for. The driver slammed on the brakes sending Dejavu flying backwards off of the car. But Dejavu did two back-flips and landed on the cement about ten feet in front of the Diablo. The driver, shocked, just sat there. Dejavu walked over to the Diablo and opened the door, cuing the driver to get out. When the driver didn't, Dejavu whipped out a pistol waving it. The driver of the Diablo stepped out, with his hands up. Dejavu got in and sped down the road, once again dodging traffic, and pedestrians. He was almost to the hard-line then one of the pedestrians Dejavu was dodging mutated into an Agent. Then came the BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! And the window in the back of the car shattered. Dejavu ducked, dodging bullets. Dejavu slammed on the brakes, opened the door, ran up to the door of the towns mall, and opened the door. The door lead to an arcade, and when Dejavu saw one of the arcade games' screens shatter and the player mutate into an Agent, Dejavu knew it was time to start running again. He ran out of the arcade, Agents chasing him, shooting at him, doing whatever they could to stop him. Dejavu ran throughout the mall, whipping out his cell phone, and shouted into it, "Where the is the hardline?" "Go left." Said Tank, Dejavu took a sudden left, avoiding knocking over an elderly women in the process. "Now go right." Dejavu busted into an "Employees Only" door and ran down a flight of stairs. "Thanks, Tank, you're a life saver." Said Dejavu, hearing a phone ringing somewhere farther into the little section of the building. "That's what I'm hear for." Said Tank. Dejavu put the cell phone up, and busted into a room. There, in the corner of the room, was a phone, it was ringing, and Dejavu picked it up, entering the real world, once again.
So how'd ya' like my first Fanfic? Please revew!