Bullets Are A Girl's Best Friend.
By Esteban T. Rodriguez
Author's notes: Alas, here it is! My contribution to the fan fiction network of the greatest Nintendo 64 game since GoldenEye 007, Perfect Dark! The best! (Sorry, James (Bond.), but somebody did it better.) Following the trend set by one of my favored authors Christalina (Ten things You Need To Know about Joanna Dark and Through his eyes.) I hope I do well on here. Keep reading though. I've devised the greatest chase in Perfect Dark history! I'm not the best at romance details (Hey, it's not exactly a guy thing, eh?) but in real life, I am quite frankly a hapless romantic. (Go ahead, laugh.)
Chapter One: The beginning
Joanna Dark looked up at the clock in her office. 7:45. He'd be here any minute. She clicked save on the laptop on her desk and went to the bathroom to change from the turquoise CI uniform to her natural, casual clothes. Black jeans, tank top, leather jacket. Just as she smoothed out her short, auburn hair, a knock came at the door.
Joanna went for the door and opened it. There he was, dashing and daring as ever in faded blue jeans and a similar leather jacket, Jonathan stood in the doorway with his right hand behind his back.
"Jo," He said and drew his hand out to reveal the dozen white roses he had bought earlier that day.
"Oh, Jon" Joanna smiled. "They're beautiful,"
"Just like you." Jonathan said and he meant it.
Joanna smiled. They had been together for many months now. Jonathan seemed to love her and Joanna could say she felt the same.
They went down to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, which happened to be Joanna's favorite.
They had quite an exquisite meal of sushi and sake. (Those are Japanese and are delicious!!!!) They took turns feeding each other with the ivory chopsticks, Joanna laughed at every mishap Jonathan had trying to spear the rolled seaweed.
After the hefty meal, which was almost sure, to be followed by an even heftier bill, Jonathan clasped Joanna's right hand.
"Jo," He said, seriously. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you, and please think before answering."
Oh, god! Joanna thought. Is this it? Is he?
"Joanna," Jonathan said. (I'm borrowing some dialogue from my favorite movie, On Her Majesty's Secret Service.) "I love you. I know I'll never find another girl like you. Will you marry me?"
Before Joanna got her answer out the opposite wall disintegrated and about thirty Skedar warriors ran into the building.
Jonathan took out his DY357 magnum from his shoulder holster and began firing at them and Joanna took out her Falcon 2.
In response, twelve NSA men ran in armed with brand new F19 Raven assault rifles and began spraying the Skedar with lead.
Joanna shot her last bullet and the Skedar in front of her fell. She grabbed the Mauler and charged it up.
The Vengeful Skedar used the last of its strength to bite hard into Joanna's thigh. She cried out, having never experienced so much pain passed out.
Jonathan fired a magnum round into the Skedar's head. Joanna heard the blast and the dying roar. She never saw of heard the Mauler blast that hit Jonathan in the forehead.
"Joanna!" Velvet Dark was shaking her older sister, trying to revive her. The doctors had done what they could. Now why wasn't she awake?
Joanna finally opened her olive eyes. They were glassy but focused soon.
"Velvet," She said thickly. "What happened?"
"The Skedar attacked while trying to kill you." Velvet said.
"Did you get them?" Joanna asked trying to stand. She could, but the bite went deep and produced a shotgun blast going off in her leg every time she put it down.
"Yes. Don't try to walk too much. You could start to bleed again."
"Where's Jonathan?" Joanna asked.
Velvet only looked at the floor.
"Velvet?" Joanna asked.
"Joanna," Velvet said, softly. "Jonathan's dead."
Joanna tried to stumble back into a chair, but missed. "You Skedar bastards, you killed my love..." she whispered and then she said it louder as if she were drunk. "You Skedar bastards, you killed my love!" Then, she began to break down and cry. "You Skedar bastards..."
Velvet held her sister tight as she wept over her lost husband.
Jonathan was buried in space as all great heroes were. The torpedo like casket flew out and disappeared just as the sun peaked over the side of the Earth.
From the burial ship, a tear fell from Joanna's cheek on to the brass plate that read "Jonathan Dark. 1995-2024. Beloved husband of Joanna Dark."
She still couldn't believe he was gone, never to be seen again...
End of chapter. Me: Oh, my god, what have I done? My Conscience: What you had to do. What you always do. Turn death into a fighting chance to live.
Don't mind that. I have those little conversations with myself often. I find I'm a great conversationalist that way. But, in any case, how was it? Please review. I accept all suggestions.
By Esteban T. Rodriguez
Author's notes: Alas, here it is! My contribution to the fan fiction network of the greatest Nintendo 64 game since GoldenEye 007, Perfect Dark! The best! (Sorry, James (Bond.), but somebody did it better.) Following the trend set by one of my favored authors Christalina (Ten things You Need To Know about Joanna Dark and Through his eyes.) I hope I do well on here. Keep reading though. I've devised the greatest chase in Perfect Dark history! I'm not the best at romance details (Hey, it's not exactly a guy thing, eh?) but in real life, I am quite frankly a hapless romantic. (Go ahead, laugh.)
Chapter One: The beginning
Joanna Dark looked up at the clock in her office. 7:45. He'd be here any minute. She clicked save on the laptop on her desk and went to the bathroom to change from the turquoise CI uniform to her natural, casual clothes. Black jeans, tank top, leather jacket. Just as she smoothed out her short, auburn hair, a knock came at the door.
Joanna went for the door and opened it. There he was, dashing and daring as ever in faded blue jeans and a similar leather jacket, Jonathan stood in the doorway with his right hand behind his back.
"Jo," He said and drew his hand out to reveal the dozen white roses he had bought earlier that day.
"Oh, Jon" Joanna smiled. "They're beautiful,"
"Just like you." Jonathan said and he meant it.
Joanna smiled. They had been together for many months now. Jonathan seemed to love her and Joanna could say she felt the same.
They went down to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, which happened to be Joanna's favorite.
They had quite an exquisite meal of sushi and sake. (Those are Japanese and are delicious!!!!) They took turns feeding each other with the ivory chopsticks, Joanna laughed at every mishap Jonathan had trying to spear the rolled seaweed.
After the hefty meal, which was almost sure, to be followed by an even heftier bill, Jonathan clasped Joanna's right hand.
"Jo," He said, seriously. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you, and please think before answering."
Oh, god! Joanna thought. Is this it? Is he?
"Joanna," Jonathan said. (I'm borrowing some dialogue from my favorite movie, On Her Majesty's Secret Service.) "I love you. I know I'll never find another girl like you. Will you marry me?"
Before Joanna got her answer out the opposite wall disintegrated and about thirty Skedar warriors ran into the building.
Jonathan took out his DY357 magnum from his shoulder holster and began firing at them and Joanna took out her Falcon 2.
In response, twelve NSA men ran in armed with brand new F19 Raven assault rifles and began spraying the Skedar with lead.
Joanna shot her last bullet and the Skedar in front of her fell. She grabbed the Mauler and charged it up.
The Vengeful Skedar used the last of its strength to bite hard into Joanna's thigh. She cried out, having never experienced so much pain passed out.
Jonathan fired a magnum round into the Skedar's head. Joanna heard the blast and the dying roar. She never saw of heard the Mauler blast that hit Jonathan in the forehead.
"Joanna!" Velvet Dark was shaking her older sister, trying to revive her. The doctors had done what they could. Now why wasn't she awake?
Joanna finally opened her olive eyes. They were glassy but focused soon.
"Velvet," She said thickly. "What happened?"
"The Skedar attacked while trying to kill you." Velvet said.
"Did you get them?" Joanna asked trying to stand. She could, but the bite went deep and produced a shotgun blast going off in her leg every time she put it down.
"Yes. Don't try to walk too much. You could start to bleed again."
"Where's Jonathan?" Joanna asked.
Velvet only looked at the floor.
"Velvet?" Joanna asked.
"Joanna," Velvet said, softly. "Jonathan's dead."
Joanna tried to stumble back into a chair, but missed. "You Skedar bastards, you killed my love..." she whispered and then she said it louder as if she were drunk. "You Skedar bastards, you killed my love!" Then, she began to break down and cry. "You Skedar bastards..."
Velvet held her sister tight as she wept over her lost husband.
Jonathan was buried in space as all great heroes were. The torpedo like casket flew out and disappeared just as the sun peaked over the side of the Earth.
From the burial ship, a tear fell from Joanna's cheek on to the brass plate that read "Jonathan Dark. 1995-2024. Beloved husband of Joanna Dark."
She still couldn't believe he was gone, never to be seen again...
End of chapter. Me: Oh, my god, what have I done? My Conscience: What you had to do. What you always do. Turn death into a fighting chance to live.
Don't mind that. I have those little conversations with myself often. I find I'm a great conversationalist that way. But, in any case, how was it? Please review. I accept all suggestions.