Frenetic Amnesic
Once again, I bring you a new chapter. Enjoy! Oh, and Jersey Princess, it's going to be a little
random for a little while as I am describing only what's interesting. I mean really, do you want to
hear about what Sam's doing when Murdoch does something strange, like smell blood? I didn't
think so.
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Matt woke up to the sun shining in his face. He suddenly felt alive and refreshed. He then
remembered that Miranda was coming over today. He jumped out of bed and ran to the shower. He
was going to try and impress her today, so everything had to be right, including his body odor. As he
bathed, he thought about how perfect she really was. How she always dressed how she wanted and
not how other people wanted, how she always stood up for herself. She was just perfect in his eyes.
He got out of the shower, dried off, clothed himself and went downstairs.
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Murdoch decided to be a little nicer to this family. After all, they did take him in when he
didn't know who he was.
'Don't think about your past Murdoch. Concentrate on your future.' He smelled smoke,
turned towards the toaster, and yelped. 'Or better yet, concentrate on breakfast.' He quickly
removed the now carbonized toast from the toaster, sniffed it, and promptly disposed of it.
"Well, so much for toast. They'll just have to deal with eggs and bacon."
"Is something burning?" asked Matt as he came in.
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, I accidently, um, kind of, really toasted the toast. You could break a
tooth. So it's just eggs and bacon."
Matt took the food without question and dug in. He was pleasantly surprised.
"Oh, wow. I mean wow. Th-There's an orgy in my mouth."
"Oookaay, I'm not sure wether to take that as a compliment or insult."
"Compliment. Damn, where did you learn to cook?"
"Oh, I was a bookworm when I was younger. And I love food, so I like to think that if your
going to eat, make it tasty."
Matt looked at him like he was crazy.
"Alright, alright. I'm just a good cook. You dare question good fortune?"
Matt shrugged and continued eating. Soon the entire family came down and were giving
Murdoch compliments on his cooking. Murdoch took them with grace and hoped they didn't
discover the toast.
"Hey, is this burnt toast in the garbage?" questioned Lizzie.
"Uhhh, yeah. I-I kind of b-burnt the toast." Boy, if there was one thing he was easily
embarrassed about, it was when he didn't cook something right.
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"Well, I gotta go McGuire's."
"Why, Murdoch?" asked Mrs. McGuire.
"I just have to speak with someone about my katana. See if it's worth anything. I actually
remember why I have it. I just have a thing for swords and I had just bought this sometime before I
lost my memories. Well, later."
That wasn't true. Murdoch had selected it as his preferred weapon of mass destruction,
before Angela had taught him the better things in life.
He had only taken a few steps before he bumped into a girl. 'Should really watch where I
step.' He shook his head and realized he had bumped into Miranda.
"Sorry about that Miranda. If your looking for Matt he's still eating."
Miranda was dumbfounded. How did he know she was here to see Matt? Could he read
minds? She got up, turned to thank him, and found herself staring at his retreating back a few blocks
down.
"Wow, he runs fast." She just shook her head and went to the door.
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Murdoch began running as fast as he could. He wasn't really going to see what his katana
was worth, he was going to speak with Thomas. They had actually become good friends. They both
believed that no one can decide the fate of another, they both loved cooking, and they also had a
deep appreciation of anime. Mainly the show Trigun. He was going to see if he had the program
ready. Thomas had been working on a new program that was supposedly the ultimate in simulation.
It was known as VR training. Thomas said that it so perfectly mimicked the real world that it would
be impossible to tell the difference. Thomas had called saying that it was ready for testing, and that
Murdoch would be the first person to test it.
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"Well, Murdoch. What do you think?"
Murdoch had just ended a session with the program. He was a little confused. He thought he
was on a tanker in the middle of the ocean. It was taken over by terrorists and it was Murdoch's job
to end their attack with no deaths. He had succeeded, but he still couldn't believe it was just a
simulation. He thought he really did stop a terrorist action.
"Tom, that was probably... No. That was the most accurate simulation I have ever seen. Not
even Skylar could think of that!" Murdoch had confided in his new friend who he was and was
surprised to find that Tom had been a scientist with Skylar. He had left for reasons that Murdoch
was pretty sure might have something to do with him and his brothers. But as Tom never talked
about it, Murdoch wasn't too sure.
"Well, it was designed by a genius, I'd imagine it would be the best. So do you think I
should give it to the military?"
"Yeah, but not just yet. I like this thing. Maybe we should hold onto it a little while longer."
"Why?"
"Because it's fun as hell! Besides, if you get hurt, it doesn't matter! You just restart and
keep going!"
"Murdoch! This is not a toy! It's designed to train you even further in your skills, not to
entertain you when your bored with all of your other video games. Got it?"
"All right, you party-pooper. I get it."
"Good. You want to go another round? Bomb disposal this time."
"Nah. I'm going to the Digital Bean and getting me some curly fries! I swear, they tampered
with those things to make them that tasty. I'm hooked!"
"Yeah, I know. Later. I'm going to mess with the VR some more."
"Alright, later."
Murdoch walked out the door, leaving Tom to his computer, where he began to type
furiously. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Murdoch, a couple of idiots had just taken hostages at the
Digital Bean, hoping to get a ransom off of Kate's parents, Kate being one of the hostages. Murdoch
had gotten to the DB, however he had his CD player on and was jamming to Linkin Park, with his
eyes closed. So he never saw the police barricades. He never saw the guns that were pointing at him
from the windows. He never heard the police chief yelling at him, calling him an idiot. He never
heard the gunshots. And because he was dancing, he never felt the bullets that were flying past him.
He just danced his way up the steps, to the door, and flung them open. The second he did so, he
immediately felt 3 guns pointing at him, and smelled gunpowder. He took off his shades, unplugged
his ears and looked at the scene around him. One shotgun, and two handguns were pointing at his
face, and the people holding them were questioning his sanity and intelligence. He simply looked at
them and said "Uh-oh."
And then he screamed like a girl.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! SOMEBODY HELP!!! KIDNAPPERS!!!!! SOMEBODY HELP
ME PLEASE!!!!"
The police outside sighed and added one more hostage to the list. Meanwhile, Murdoch was
being tied up, all the while protesting. Once he was properly tied, they threw him to the wall, where
he landed with a thunk.
"Ahh, jeez. Couldn't you be a little gentler? I won't try anything, honest! Here you can even
take my sword, see?"
"What kind of person uses a sword these days?" said one particularly large man as he took
the sword.
"Someone who's too stupid to use a gun without getting killed that's who."
"Hey can I have it back when your done? I'm kinda sentimental about it."
"Shut up!" and with that, they kicked him to the floor, Where he landed on the knees of
another hostage, who just so happened to be Miranda!
"Hey, Miranda! What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was here with Lizze, Gordo, Matt, and Kate, when these guys just waltzed in and
started taking hostages. And how was your day?"
"Well, it was going good until this happened. Then it just turned to shit real fast. What do
these guys want?"
"They want my money."
Murdoch looked at who spoke and found Kate lying on a counter, tied from head to toe, and
looking extremely depressed at this.
"Well, hello Kate. Doing good?"
"Shut up."
"All of you shut up!" The leader of the group had spoken and he wasn't happy about it. He
was trying to negotiate with the cops, hoping to get his demands with little trouble. They had 5 hours
to get the money to them. Or else.
"You think they'll get the money on time, Boss?"
"They better. If Sanders loves his daughter, he'll get the money."
"All of this is about money? Jeez, you suck!"
They turned to Murdoch, walked over and stomped him repeatedly. And Murdoch was
screaming like a wussy the entire time.
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Meanwhile, Sanders was outside with the police, discussing what should be done.
"What should I do? Do I give them the money?"
"That would be the safest way. But we should look at other ways to get these crooks. They
can't be that bad." Suddenly, Sanders had grabbed the Chief by the lapel, and was an inch away
from his face.
"That's my daughter in there, Chief. You better get her and her friends out of there
unharmed, or your wife will filling out your life insurance claims."
"That's a pretty big threat from someone with your history."
"And that's exactly why you should get her out of there. I may not be a crook anymore, but I
still have friends who are."
"You got it."
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Inside, Murdoch was getting even more appalled by these thugs attitude toward woman.
"I still think that tying a woman up like that counts as bad etiquette. Then again, this is Kate
Sanders..."
"Look, if you punks want pocket money, I can easily scrape that from my daddy."
Kate had just said the wrong thing. Almost immediately, one of the men came over, and
placed the barrel of his gun right in her mouth, ordering her to scream for her life. When she didn't
comply, out of the obvious fact that she was paralyzed with fear, he pulled the trigger.
However, the gun did not go off. The leader of the group had grabbed the hammer of the gun
right as the man cocked it, keeping it from firing. This had everybody spooked, Murdoch especially.
He was cowering behind a couple of tables that had fallen over while the leader was sprinting
towards the two, and was hoping for a peaceful like ending.
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Outside...
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"How's it going? Have we finished getting their demands met?" said the Chief.
"Yes sir. $1,000,000 and a truck for safe transportation. They are on their way over."
"Good. We'll get those thugs by sundown."
"Better hope these men you hired will get my daughter and her friends out of there, Chief."
"They will. They're from a rival gang. They hate the men inside and will take care of the
problem easily."
"Here comes the truck, sir."
"Showtime."
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"Hey, look! Look! Something's coming! Something's coming!" said Murdoch, who deftly
avoided a bottle that was thrown his way.
"Shut up!"
"Alright."
"Hey, boss! It's the truck!"
"About damn time!"
The truck pulled up in front of the DB, and one police officer stepped out, holding a
briefcase full of money. The officer set it down in front of the truck and ran back to the barricade.
"Alright, we have met your demands! Now release the hostages!" said the Chief over the
megaphone.
"Not quite yet! We're coming out to inspect the truck! Try anything, and the hostages get
it!"
The leader looked around and decided to send one of his men out to inspect the truck.
"I'll do it."
"Alright, John. Be careful."
The man walked to the truck. He checked it closely, making sure nothing was suspicious or
out of place. As he looked into the passenger side mirror, he saw a face.
"Oh, shit!"
He turned and ran back screaming.
"It's a trap!" He didn't get to say much else, as a gunshot ripped through the air and put him
down. From a distance, it would seem as if he was dead. But he had been hit in the shoulder so he
was lucky. Someone should have told that to the other guy.
"I'll kill those bastards!"
"No, wait Richard!" But it was too late. The man who had shoved his gun barrel in Kate's
mouth, stampeded for the truck, which had started up and was now careening for the Digital Bean.
He stopped and decided this wasn't a good idea and ran away, only to be hit by the truck. However,
it wasn't bad enough to kill. Just leave a few broken bones. The truck ran right into the front of the
DB, leaving it wide open. The rival gang members poured out and began shooting almost
everywhere. The hostages, who were thankful that their feet weren't tied up, started scrambling for
cover. Poor Kate was left to lie on the counter. But Murdoch wouldn't hear of it. He skillfully
dodged the bullets, and yanked Kate off the counter and down behind it.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah."
"Hey!" The gang leader had hidden behind the counter as well, and was now looking at
Murdoch, who had just realized he forgot to slip back into his ropes when he had finished rescuing
Kate.
"How did you get out of your ropes?!"
"Just skill."
"What are we gonna do?" asked Miranda.
"I have no idea." said Murdoch. They suddenly heard the rival gang talking.
"Can we kill anyone?"
"We can kill anyone but the Sanders kid! She'll be a blonde, with large breasts."
"So I can kill this guy?" He was talking about Matt, who had failed to move, and yet was
missed buy the bullets.
"Sure, why the hell not?" Murdoch's eyes suddenly looked seething with hatred. In a flash,
he hopped over the counter, grabbed one of the guns that had fallen on the ground from the punks,
and aimed it right into the face of the one who wanted to kill Matt.
"You know what, Friend? Anyone tell you that you lack moral?"
The gang member looked as if he was about to cry. He knew his death was imminent. And
yet time still ticked on, and Murdoch had not fired.
"What are you waiting for?! Just shoot him!!!" The leader yelled at him to finish it. But
Murdoch just stood there with the gun cocked, and in the gang member's face, running decisions
through his head.
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Wow, that was long typing. I hope you enjoy it! Kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
Once again, I bring you a new chapter. Enjoy! Oh, and Jersey Princess, it's going to be a little
random for a little while as I am describing only what's interesting. I mean really, do you want to
hear about what Sam's doing when Murdoch does something strange, like smell blood? I didn't
think so.
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Matt woke up to the sun shining in his face. He suddenly felt alive and refreshed. He then
remembered that Miranda was coming over today. He jumped out of bed and ran to the shower. He
was going to try and impress her today, so everything had to be right, including his body odor. As he
bathed, he thought about how perfect she really was. How she always dressed how she wanted and
not how other people wanted, how she always stood up for herself. She was just perfect in his eyes.
He got out of the shower, dried off, clothed himself and went downstairs.
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Murdoch decided to be a little nicer to this family. After all, they did take him in when he
didn't know who he was.
'Don't think about your past Murdoch. Concentrate on your future.' He smelled smoke,
turned towards the toaster, and yelped. 'Or better yet, concentrate on breakfast.' He quickly
removed the now carbonized toast from the toaster, sniffed it, and promptly disposed of it.
"Well, so much for toast. They'll just have to deal with eggs and bacon."
"Is something burning?" asked Matt as he came in.
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, I accidently, um, kind of, really toasted the toast. You could break a
tooth. So it's just eggs and bacon."
Matt took the food without question and dug in. He was pleasantly surprised.
"Oh, wow. I mean wow. Th-There's an orgy in my mouth."
"Oookaay, I'm not sure wether to take that as a compliment or insult."
"Compliment. Damn, where did you learn to cook?"
"Oh, I was a bookworm when I was younger. And I love food, so I like to think that if your
going to eat, make it tasty."
Matt looked at him like he was crazy.
"Alright, alright. I'm just a good cook. You dare question good fortune?"
Matt shrugged and continued eating. Soon the entire family came down and were giving
Murdoch compliments on his cooking. Murdoch took them with grace and hoped they didn't
discover the toast.
"Hey, is this burnt toast in the garbage?" questioned Lizzie.
"Uhhh, yeah. I-I kind of b-burnt the toast." Boy, if there was one thing he was easily
embarrassed about, it was when he didn't cook something right.
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"Well, I gotta go McGuire's."
"Why, Murdoch?" asked Mrs. McGuire.
"I just have to speak with someone about my katana. See if it's worth anything. I actually
remember why I have it. I just have a thing for swords and I had just bought this sometime before I
lost my memories. Well, later."
That wasn't true. Murdoch had selected it as his preferred weapon of mass destruction,
before Angela had taught him the better things in life.
He had only taken a few steps before he bumped into a girl. 'Should really watch where I
step.' He shook his head and realized he had bumped into Miranda.
"Sorry about that Miranda. If your looking for Matt he's still eating."
Miranda was dumbfounded. How did he know she was here to see Matt? Could he read
minds? She got up, turned to thank him, and found herself staring at his retreating back a few blocks
down.
"Wow, he runs fast." She just shook her head and went to the door.
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Murdoch began running as fast as he could. He wasn't really going to see what his katana
was worth, he was going to speak with Thomas. They had actually become good friends. They both
believed that no one can decide the fate of another, they both loved cooking, and they also had a
deep appreciation of anime. Mainly the show Trigun. He was going to see if he had the program
ready. Thomas had been working on a new program that was supposedly the ultimate in simulation.
It was known as VR training. Thomas said that it so perfectly mimicked the real world that it would
be impossible to tell the difference. Thomas had called saying that it was ready for testing, and that
Murdoch would be the first person to test it.
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"Well, Murdoch. What do you think?"
Murdoch had just ended a session with the program. He was a little confused. He thought he
was on a tanker in the middle of the ocean. It was taken over by terrorists and it was Murdoch's job
to end their attack with no deaths. He had succeeded, but he still couldn't believe it was just a
simulation. He thought he really did stop a terrorist action.
"Tom, that was probably... No. That was the most accurate simulation I have ever seen. Not
even Skylar could think of that!" Murdoch had confided in his new friend who he was and was
surprised to find that Tom had been a scientist with Skylar. He had left for reasons that Murdoch
was pretty sure might have something to do with him and his brothers. But as Tom never talked
about it, Murdoch wasn't too sure.
"Well, it was designed by a genius, I'd imagine it would be the best. So do you think I
should give it to the military?"
"Yeah, but not just yet. I like this thing. Maybe we should hold onto it a little while longer."
"Why?"
"Because it's fun as hell! Besides, if you get hurt, it doesn't matter! You just restart and
keep going!"
"Murdoch! This is not a toy! It's designed to train you even further in your skills, not to
entertain you when your bored with all of your other video games. Got it?"
"All right, you party-pooper. I get it."
"Good. You want to go another round? Bomb disposal this time."
"Nah. I'm going to the Digital Bean and getting me some curly fries! I swear, they tampered
with those things to make them that tasty. I'm hooked!"
"Yeah, I know. Later. I'm going to mess with the VR some more."
"Alright, later."
Murdoch walked out the door, leaving Tom to his computer, where he began to type
furiously. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Murdoch, a couple of idiots had just taken hostages at the
Digital Bean, hoping to get a ransom off of Kate's parents, Kate being one of the hostages. Murdoch
had gotten to the DB, however he had his CD player on and was jamming to Linkin Park, with his
eyes closed. So he never saw the police barricades. He never saw the guns that were pointing at him
from the windows. He never heard the police chief yelling at him, calling him an idiot. He never
heard the gunshots. And because he was dancing, he never felt the bullets that were flying past him.
He just danced his way up the steps, to the door, and flung them open. The second he did so, he
immediately felt 3 guns pointing at him, and smelled gunpowder. He took off his shades, unplugged
his ears and looked at the scene around him. One shotgun, and two handguns were pointing at his
face, and the people holding them were questioning his sanity and intelligence. He simply looked at
them and said "Uh-oh."
And then he screamed like a girl.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! SOMEBODY HELP!!! KIDNAPPERS!!!!! SOMEBODY HELP
ME PLEASE!!!!"
The police outside sighed and added one more hostage to the list. Meanwhile, Murdoch was
being tied up, all the while protesting. Once he was properly tied, they threw him to the wall, where
he landed with a thunk.
"Ahh, jeez. Couldn't you be a little gentler? I won't try anything, honest! Here you can even
take my sword, see?"
"What kind of person uses a sword these days?" said one particularly large man as he took
the sword.
"Someone who's too stupid to use a gun without getting killed that's who."
"Hey can I have it back when your done? I'm kinda sentimental about it."
"Shut up!" and with that, they kicked him to the floor, Where he landed on the knees of
another hostage, who just so happened to be Miranda!
"Hey, Miranda! What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was here with Lizze, Gordo, Matt, and Kate, when these guys just waltzed in and
started taking hostages. And how was your day?"
"Well, it was going good until this happened. Then it just turned to shit real fast. What do
these guys want?"
"They want my money."
Murdoch looked at who spoke and found Kate lying on a counter, tied from head to toe, and
looking extremely depressed at this.
"Well, hello Kate. Doing good?"
"Shut up."
"All of you shut up!" The leader of the group had spoken and he wasn't happy about it. He
was trying to negotiate with the cops, hoping to get his demands with little trouble. They had 5 hours
to get the money to them. Or else.
"You think they'll get the money on time, Boss?"
"They better. If Sanders loves his daughter, he'll get the money."
"All of this is about money? Jeez, you suck!"
They turned to Murdoch, walked over and stomped him repeatedly. And Murdoch was
screaming like a wussy the entire time.
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Meanwhile, Sanders was outside with the police, discussing what should be done.
"What should I do? Do I give them the money?"
"That would be the safest way. But we should look at other ways to get these crooks. They
can't be that bad." Suddenly, Sanders had grabbed the Chief by the lapel, and was an inch away
from his face.
"That's my daughter in there, Chief. You better get her and her friends out of there
unharmed, or your wife will filling out your life insurance claims."
"That's a pretty big threat from someone with your history."
"And that's exactly why you should get her out of there. I may not be a crook anymore, but I
still have friends who are."
"You got it."
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Inside, Murdoch was getting even more appalled by these thugs attitude toward woman.
"I still think that tying a woman up like that counts as bad etiquette. Then again, this is Kate
Sanders..."
"Look, if you punks want pocket money, I can easily scrape that from my daddy."
Kate had just said the wrong thing. Almost immediately, one of the men came over, and
placed the barrel of his gun right in her mouth, ordering her to scream for her life. When she didn't
comply, out of the obvious fact that she was paralyzed with fear, he pulled the trigger.
However, the gun did not go off. The leader of the group had grabbed the hammer of the gun
right as the man cocked it, keeping it from firing. This had everybody spooked, Murdoch especially.
He was cowering behind a couple of tables that had fallen over while the leader was sprinting
towards the two, and was hoping for a peaceful like ending.
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Outside...
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"How's it going? Have we finished getting their demands met?" said the Chief.
"Yes sir. $1,000,000 and a truck for safe transportation. They are on their way over."
"Good. We'll get those thugs by sundown."
"Better hope these men you hired will get my daughter and her friends out of there, Chief."
"They will. They're from a rival gang. They hate the men inside and will take care of the
problem easily."
"Here comes the truck, sir."
"Showtime."
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"Hey, look! Look! Something's coming! Something's coming!" said Murdoch, who deftly
avoided a bottle that was thrown his way.
"Shut up!"
"Alright."
"Hey, boss! It's the truck!"
"About damn time!"
The truck pulled up in front of the DB, and one police officer stepped out, holding a
briefcase full of money. The officer set it down in front of the truck and ran back to the barricade.
"Alright, we have met your demands! Now release the hostages!" said the Chief over the
megaphone.
"Not quite yet! We're coming out to inspect the truck! Try anything, and the hostages get
it!"
The leader looked around and decided to send one of his men out to inspect the truck.
"I'll do it."
"Alright, John. Be careful."
The man walked to the truck. He checked it closely, making sure nothing was suspicious or
out of place. As he looked into the passenger side mirror, he saw a face.
"Oh, shit!"
He turned and ran back screaming.
"It's a trap!" He didn't get to say much else, as a gunshot ripped through the air and put him
down. From a distance, it would seem as if he was dead. But he had been hit in the shoulder so he
was lucky. Someone should have told that to the other guy.
"I'll kill those bastards!"
"No, wait Richard!" But it was too late. The man who had shoved his gun barrel in Kate's
mouth, stampeded for the truck, which had started up and was now careening for the Digital Bean.
He stopped and decided this wasn't a good idea and ran away, only to be hit by the truck. However,
it wasn't bad enough to kill. Just leave a few broken bones. The truck ran right into the front of the
DB, leaving it wide open. The rival gang members poured out and began shooting almost
everywhere. The hostages, who were thankful that their feet weren't tied up, started scrambling for
cover. Poor Kate was left to lie on the counter. But Murdoch wouldn't hear of it. He skillfully
dodged the bullets, and yanked Kate off the counter and down behind it.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah."
"Hey!" The gang leader had hidden behind the counter as well, and was now looking at
Murdoch, who had just realized he forgot to slip back into his ropes when he had finished rescuing
Kate.
"How did you get out of your ropes?!"
"Just skill."
"What are we gonna do?" asked Miranda.
"I have no idea." said Murdoch. They suddenly heard the rival gang talking.
"Can we kill anyone?"
"We can kill anyone but the Sanders kid! She'll be a blonde, with large breasts."
"So I can kill this guy?" He was talking about Matt, who had failed to move, and yet was
missed buy the bullets.
"Sure, why the hell not?" Murdoch's eyes suddenly looked seething with hatred. In a flash,
he hopped over the counter, grabbed one of the guns that had fallen on the ground from the punks,
and aimed it right into the face of the one who wanted to kill Matt.
"You know what, Friend? Anyone tell you that you lack moral?"
The gang member looked as if he was about to cry. He knew his death was imminent. And
yet time still ticked on, and Murdoch had not fired.
"What are you waiting for?! Just shoot him!!!" The leader yelled at him to finish it. But
Murdoch just stood there with the gun cocked, and in the gang member's face, running decisions
through his head.
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Wow, that was long typing. I hope you enjoy it! Kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...