Yin-yang 2
Welcome back, all readers. The last chapter was an explanatory chapter telling you what
happened beforehand. Think of it as the opening to Star Wars. Anyway, now that you are up to date,
let's begin. This story will be narrated by one of the other characters.
Remember, this story will be a little more mature. You have been warned.
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"Hi there. My name is Steve Williams. I'm a Hillridge police officer. Not just a normal cop
that stuffs his face with doughnuts. No. I'm a member of the elite division of the force. Along with
the best cops I have ever seen. Having said that, I have got to tell you about this one guy. Eric
McKader. This guy is unbelievable! A 4th degree black belt, a genius with guns, and a retired army
brat. He is the best cop on the force. Plus, his home life is awesome! He has a great house, sweet
cars, a loyal dog, and a beautiful and loving girl. I know what your thinking. 'With his salary, how
does he have nice stuff.' Well, let me lay it down like this. When your girlfriend is the older sister of
a popular singer in a successful rock band, you can be sure that you will be taken care of. But I've
rambled long enough. Let me tell you about his story. It all began..."
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The Chevy Avalanche rolled down the streets of Hillridge. The driver was trying to find the
place his source had told him to be at. 'Ahhh. There it is.' He pulled up to an abandoned building
that was once the sight of an erotica store. 'Perfect place for this sicko.' He got out of his truck and
walked into the building. It was rather warm and cozy when compared to the rain outside. It had
been pouring for almost the entire day. He had remembered hating the rain at one time. But that was
when he was in a phase. He got out of it and liked the rain normally. But now was not the time to
reminisce. He was here to do his job. All of a sudden, he heard a voice. A high, nervous, drug filled,
voice.
"Eric."
"John."
"How are you?"
"I've been better. You know the work world."
"Actually I don't."
"Oh, that's right. You sell drugs for a living. Now what about our trade?"
"Hold on. I keep it back here." The man turned around to retrieve the drugs. He never saw
his buyer pull out the .50 AE Magnum. But instead of pulling the trigger, He simply brought it
down hard on his victim.
"You have the right to lie in your own shit."
He slapped handcuffs on the man and hauled him out to his truck. As he put him in the
backseat, he thought about what he said.
"Damn, that was a corny line. Oh, well. I hope you like your men big and beefy, John,
because they will be all over you."
Eric drove to the police department he worked at and put the man in containment until all of
the paperwork could be finished. He then went to the office of his department.
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The office was filled with 6 desks. There was his. Then there was his friends and partners.
His friend Steve Williams, was fast asleep on his desk, his mouth open and drooling. Eric could
sympathize with the poor dope. Even a normal days work was tiring if you were in the Department
Of Special Missions. D.O.S.M. for short. They were the elite of the police. They handled the
missions that were a little tougher than most of the cookie cutter ones. They were always getting a
job to do. This had lessened in the past 2 years since Eric joined. But it was still a rough job. Besides
him and Steve, there was 4 others. Hilary Johnson. She was their sniper. And a damn good one.
Randall Smith. He was their Com man. He could probably radio the president with a toaster. Joanne
Hardy. She was the medic. She could work miracles, that women. And Lance Harrison. He was the
senior officer and their leader. He was smart and a sturdy soldier. Even at his age of 52, he could
chase down a perp as easily as Eric. Eric liked all of them and would look out for them when they
needed it. They would do the same for him. At the moment it was just him, Steve and Hilary. Hilary
was at her desk, playing a sniper game on her PC. Eric walked to the blonde at her desk.
"Damn, woman. Do you ever get tired of sniping?"
"No. You want to ask another stupid question?"
"I think I'll refrain. Caught another druggie."
"Fried?"
"Yep. He was wired with coke."
"Jeez, when will people learn that drugs just don't work?"
"Probably never. You know us humans. Were self-destructive. We're supposed to kill
ourselves like we do."
"And how did you come to that conclusion?"
"Terminator 2: Judgement Day. You know, when those kids are playing with the toy guns
and our governor tells the savior of mankind the same thing."
She gave him an "Are you serious?" look.
"What?"
"Eric, you truly one of a kind. I just don't know how Lizzie put's up with you."
"Ignores me, I guess. You think this is bad, you should have seen me before my mom died! I
acted like I was on Jackass! I even taped me doing dumb shit!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! I was an asshole!"
"You sound like you like that title."
"Nah, just thinking about old times makes me feel all nostalgic."
"I know the feeling. When I think about how I could always hit the boys in the nuts in dodge
ball when I was young, I smile."
A pause. "Okay, Hilary your scaring me, so I'm going to go talk to Steve."
"Fine by me."
Steve was different than Hilary. For one he was an Eagle Scout. He also knew karate, but he
was still a brown belt. Ironically, it was because of Karate that Eric and Steve met. Steve had come
into Eric's dojo to take lessons. That was almost 3 years ago. They were both 18 and getting ready
to join the police force. Now they were both the top cops in Hillridge and possibly the best in the
state. Supposedly. Steve was slim. He didn't have much build to him, except in muscles, and that
was rather small. But despite being small, they were powerful muscles. His hair was dark-brown,
short and stylish. A far cry from Eric's raven black, and spiky hair. He had dyed it red for awhile,
but he soon didn't like it and let it fade back to it's original state. Same as Eric. Steve was also
rather smart when it came to computers. No one could explain how he could do all the stuff he could
do for awhile. Then he told them that he had been a hacker when he was younger. He said that he
had even hacked into the Pentagon once completely by accident. No one except Eric believed him,
so it was assumed by the others that he was just smart and that the subject shouldn't be broached.
Right now, that technically smart brain was in slumber and about to get a rude awakening.
Eric picked up a soda can off of the desk and slammed it into the metal wastebasket as hard
as he could. That woke him up. Eric then dropped the basket on the floor with a hard thunk. That
made Steve's head jerk towards Eric.
"Wakey-wakey, eggs and bacy."
"Jesus Christ, Eric! You scared me shitless!"
"Wait. Tell me you didn't shit yourself."
"No, but I came pretty damn close!"
"You big pussy!" interjected Hilary.
"Shut up! So, what was so important that you had to wake me up from a rather pleasurable
dream?"
"About Joanne?" It was common knowledge among 4 of the 6 that Steve was in love with
Joanne and that she had no clue, despite the clues that they all left.
"NO! Well, maybe. Yes."
"You are a sad, pathetic, and strange little man. But you're my friend, so I'll let it pass. Fo
now. Anyway, the reason I woke you up is because Lance is having one of his special meetings so
we have to show up in 10 minutes."
"Great. Just fucking peachy. Another meeting on what pathetic little minor job we'll do
next."
"Hey, be happy we have something to do. Otherwise, we would be sitting at these very desks
with stacks of paperwork, and a box of doughnuts."
The mental image that entered the brains of all three young officers, was enough to make the
laziest man in the world get to work.
"10 minutes? I could be ready in three."
"Same here!" yelled Hilary.
"That's what I thought. Thankfully, I don't have to go."
"And just why the hell not?!"
"Because my shift ends in 3 minutes and tomorrow is my day off. And I intend to do you
know what to Lizzie tomorrow."
"Bone her?"
"NO YOU SICKO!" Saying that, Hilary slapped him hard across the face."He is going to
propose!"
"Really?!"
Eric just grinned and walked out the door, leaving the two speechless.
"You know, they might just be perfect for each other." said Steve.
"Well, DUH!! They're soul mates. Like Yin and Yang."
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Well they're you have it! The second chapter! Wow, I'm on a roll. I should keep writing like
this. Incase you didn't notice, I have placed myself in this story, I didn't use my last name though.
I'll let you guess who. Till next time... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
Welcome back, all readers. The last chapter was an explanatory chapter telling you what
happened beforehand. Think of it as the opening to Star Wars. Anyway, now that you are up to date,
let's begin. This story will be narrated by one of the other characters.
Remember, this story will be a little more mature. You have been warned.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Hi there. My name is Steve Williams. I'm a Hillridge police officer. Not just a normal cop
that stuffs his face with doughnuts. No. I'm a member of the elite division of the force. Along with
the best cops I have ever seen. Having said that, I have got to tell you about this one guy. Eric
McKader. This guy is unbelievable! A 4th degree black belt, a genius with guns, and a retired army
brat. He is the best cop on the force. Plus, his home life is awesome! He has a great house, sweet
cars, a loyal dog, and a beautiful and loving girl. I know what your thinking. 'With his salary, how
does he have nice stuff.' Well, let me lay it down like this. When your girlfriend is the older sister of
a popular singer in a successful rock band, you can be sure that you will be taken care of. But I've
rambled long enough. Let me tell you about his story. It all began..."
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The Chevy Avalanche rolled down the streets of Hillridge. The driver was trying to find the
place his source had told him to be at. 'Ahhh. There it is.' He pulled up to an abandoned building
that was once the sight of an erotica store. 'Perfect place for this sicko.' He got out of his truck and
walked into the building. It was rather warm and cozy when compared to the rain outside. It had
been pouring for almost the entire day. He had remembered hating the rain at one time. But that was
when he was in a phase. He got out of it and liked the rain normally. But now was not the time to
reminisce. He was here to do his job. All of a sudden, he heard a voice. A high, nervous, drug filled,
voice.
"Eric."
"John."
"How are you?"
"I've been better. You know the work world."
"Actually I don't."
"Oh, that's right. You sell drugs for a living. Now what about our trade?"
"Hold on. I keep it back here." The man turned around to retrieve the drugs. He never saw
his buyer pull out the .50 AE Magnum. But instead of pulling the trigger, He simply brought it
down hard on his victim.
"You have the right to lie in your own shit."
He slapped handcuffs on the man and hauled him out to his truck. As he put him in the
backseat, he thought about what he said.
"Damn, that was a corny line. Oh, well. I hope you like your men big and beefy, John,
because they will be all over you."
Eric drove to the police department he worked at and put the man in containment until all of
the paperwork could be finished. He then went to the office of his department.
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The office was filled with 6 desks. There was his. Then there was his friends and partners.
His friend Steve Williams, was fast asleep on his desk, his mouth open and drooling. Eric could
sympathize with the poor dope. Even a normal days work was tiring if you were in the Department
Of Special Missions. D.O.S.M. for short. They were the elite of the police. They handled the
missions that were a little tougher than most of the cookie cutter ones. They were always getting a
job to do. This had lessened in the past 2 years since Eric joined. But it was still a rough job. Besides
him and Steve, there was 4 others. Hilary Johnson. She was their sniper. And a damn good one.
Randall Smith. He was their Com man. He could probably radio the president with a toaster. Joanne
Hardy. She was the medic. She could work miracles, that women. And Lance Harrison. He was the
senior officer and their leader. He was smart and a sturdy soldier. Even at his age of 52, he could
chase down a perp as easily as Eric. Eric liked all of them and would look out for them when they
needed it. They would do the same for him. At the moment it was just him, Steve and Hilary. Hilary
was at her desk, playing a sniper game on her PC. Eric walked to the blonde at her desk.
"Damn, woman. Do you ever get tired of sniping?"
"No. You want to ask another stupid question?"
"I think I'll refrain. Caught another druggie."
"Fried?"
"Yep. He was wired with coke."
"Jeez, when will people learn that drugs just don't work?"
"Probably never. You know us humans. Were self-destructive. We're supposed to kill
ourselves like we do."
"And how did you come to that conclusion?"
"Terminator 2: Judgement Day. You know, when those kids are playing with the toy guns
and our governor tells the savior of mankind the same thing."
She gave him an "Are you serious?" look.
"What?"
"Eric, you truly one of a kind. I just don't know how Lizzie put's up with you."
"Ignores me, I guess. You think this is bad, you should have seen me before my mom died! I
acted like I was on Jackass! I even taped me doing dumb shit!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! I was an asshole!"
"You sound like you like that title."
"Nah, just thinking about old times makes me feel all nostalgic."
"I know the feeling. When I think about how I could always hit the boys in the nuts in dodge
ball when I was young, I smile."
A pause. "Okay, Hilary your scaring me, so I'm going to go talk to Steve."
"Fine by me."
Steve was different than Hilary. For one he was an Eagle Scout. He also knew karate, but he
was still a brown belt. Ironically, it was because of Karate that Eric and Steve met. Steve had come
into Eric's dojo to take lessons. That was almost 3 years ago. They were both 18 and getting ready
to join the police force. Now they were both the top cops in Hillridge and possibly the best in the
state. Supposedly. Steve was slim. He didn't have much build to him, except in muscles, and that
was rather small. But despite being small, they were powerful muscles. His hair was dark-brown,
short and stylish. A far cry from Eric's raven black, and spiky hair. He had dyed it red for awhile,
but he soon didn't like it and let it fade back to it's original state. Same as Eric. Steve was also
rather smart when it came to computers. No one could explain how he could do all the stuff he could
do for awhile. Then he told them that he had been a hacker when he was younger. He said that he
had even hacked into the Pentagon once completely by accident. No one except Eric believed him,
so it was assumed by the others that he was just smart and that the subject shouldn't be broached.
Right now, that technically smart brain was in slumber and about to get a rude awakening.
Eric picked up a soda can off of the desk and slammed it into the metal wastebasket as hard
as he could. That woke him up. Eric then dropped the basket on the floor with a hard thunk. That
made Steve's head jerk towards Eric.
"Wakey-wakey, eggs and bacy."
"Jesus Christ, Eric! You scared me shitless!"
"Wait. Tell me you didn't shit yourself."
"No, but I came pretty damn close!"
"You big pussy!" interjected Hilary.
"Shut up! So, what was so important that you had to wake me up from a rather pleasurable
dream?"
"About Joanne?" It was common knowledge among 4 of the 6 that Steve was in love with
Joanne and that she had no clue, despite the clues that they all left.
"NO! Well, maybe. Yes."
"You are a sad, pathetic, and strange little man. But you're my friend, so I'll let it pass. Fo
now. Anyway, the reason I woke you up is because Lance is having one of his special meetings so
we have to show up in 10 minutes."
"Great. Just fucking peachy. Another meeting on what pathetic little minor job we'll do
next."
"Hey, be happy we have something to do. Otherwise, we would be sitting at these very desks
with stacks of paperwork, and a box of doughnuts."
The mental image that entered the brains of all three young officers, was enough to make the
laziest man in the world get to work.
"10 minutes? I could be ready in three."
"Same here!" yelled Hilary.
"That's what I thought. Thankfully, I don't have to go."
"And just why the hell not?!"
"Because my shift ends in 3 minutes and tomorrow is my day off. And I intend to do you
know what to Lizzie tomorrow."
"Bone her?"
"NO YOU SICKO!" Saying that, Hilary slapped him hard across the face."He is going to
propose!"
"Really?!"
Eric just grinned and walked out the door, leaving the two speechless.
"You know, they might just be perfect for each other." said Steve.
"Well, DUH!! They're soul mates. Like Yin and Yang."
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Well they're you have it! The second chapter! Wow, I'm on a roll. I should keep writing like
this. Incase you didn't notice, I have placed myself in this story, I didn't use my last name though.
I'll let you guess who. Till next time... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...