Outlaw Star: Forgotten Dreams 3- Gunshots and Escape Routes
Okay, everyone! Last time the papers were signed and Gene officially became Jim's guardian. Jim hesitated in explaining what happened to his parents, but they actually got along for more than two seconds. Jim repaired a ship of Gene's, and something he said struck a chord in Jim's memory...
In this one Jim finds out he's handier with a wrench than he knew, and Gene learns that if someone looks big and mean, and if they sound big and mean, and if they act big and mean, then you shouldn't have a hangover within the same eight mile vicinity as them.
Once again, I must thank Sasaki's Little Sis and MalletWielderofDoom. They're being really supportive. Thank you! Love you! Oh, and I am starving for the Internet. I'm DYING HERE!
I really wish my cat Peanut Butter would stop growling at me. She looks like a little weasel.
Okay, here we go! The third chapter, Gunshots and Escape routes! Enjoy!
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He had planned it out perfectly. He would pretend to sleep until his captor had returned to his quarters for the night. That was when he would make his move.
During his regular feeding hours he carefully observed his surroundings, taking in every exact corridor, counting each step it would take, totaling how long it would take factoring in if he were running. The only predicament left to examine was how lightly his captor slept.
Everything was going perfectly. He was "befriending" the man who kept him here and earning his trust. Everything he did was part of his plan ever since he stepped foot into this prison. Everything he did contributed to his emancipation.
Tonight was the night he would escape from this place.
It was exactly 12:50 AM. It was time.
He slowly crept from his cot and dressed himself in the dark. He gathered his belongings and slowly and carefully opened his door a crack. Just wide enough for his blue eyes to see the silhouette of the man sleeping on the watch.
Perfect.
He easily sneaked past him and out the door.
He was out.
Now for the hard part.
He had no idea how to hijack he guy's ride. Jacking a ship couldn't be that hard, could it?
He carefully lifted the seal compartment to reveal a sea of multi-colored wires. He had read somewhere or seen it on television or something...
Cut the red wire and the blue wire and connect them. That should start the ship.
He pulled his handy pliers out of his bag to snip the wires and held them together with a piece of scotch tape. Sure enough, it did the trick. But he wasn't at a docking port nor did he attain permission to take off.
Not that it was going to stop him. He just needed to figure out how to accelerate the ship for take-off.
But the warden came running out, stumbling over his own feet.
"Kid, what do you think you're doing?" he yelled into the night sky.
"I'm getting out of here! What does it look like?" Jim called back through the speaker. "Now how do you make it go?"
"I can't believe you tried to run away in my ship..." Gene sighed as he ran his large hand through his matted red hair. His blue eyes looked over the blond boy, tied to a chair with rope. He couldn't even look at the man, his defiant cerulean eyes glued to the side, his head tilted down to the right.
"I told you I didn't want to be here..." he muttered.
"You could've gotten yourself killed! Or worse- you could've ruined the ship!"
"I couldn't help it! I had to go!" he screamed, looking into Gene's tough face. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Tell me what's so important that you had to risk your life trying to fly a spaceship!"
"I wanted to find them... My parents..." he whispered. His shaky voice was almost completely inaudible now.
"I thought you told me you never knew your parents, kid. How are you supposed to find them if you don't know what they look like?" Gene asked as he leaned back into the couch.
"A man came to the orphanage a few years ago... When I first came... I was only about three or four..."
-- "Children, I'd like to introduce you all to Mr. Noboru Narita. Mr. Narita is looking for the son of his business partner. Mr. Narita, I'll leave the rest to you," the plump nun said bowing as she left the short, fat man with the children. He had thick curly black hair that looked like it hadn't been combed in days and many times had stressed, worried hands run through it.
He scanned the crowd and came to a young boy with thick blond hair pulled into a small ponytail. His blue eyes still had tears in them from crying. He had a bandage on his cheek, one wrapped around his head, and another around his arm.
"What happened to you, kid?" he asked as he bent down on one knee so he was eye-level with him.
"I-I don't k-know... They found me like this and I don't remember..." he stuttered as he back half a step away from the man.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have a n-name... I don't remember it..."
"You definitely look like him... Do you remember how old you are? You look about four... Maybe five..." he said, looking the child over. The boy shook his head. "I'm not positively sure, kid, but you may be the son of James Hawking. He was a great man, skilled at hacking and other junk like that. They called him 'The Wizard'. His ship went down about a week ago... He got caught in a meteor shower. He and his wife and eldest son all died, but his youngest child's body was never found."
"That's about when I came here..." the boy pondered.
"It'd be a miracle if it were you and you survived at all... Tell you what... I'll come back here in a few days to sign some papers to get you out of here. James told me to take care of you if anything ever happened to him. Does that sound okay to you?"
Jim smiled for the first time since he'd gotten there and vigorously nodded his head. --
"And he never came back?" Gene asked, completely mesmerized by the tale.
"I never knew if that guy actually knew my dad or if he was just a crazy bum or something..." Jim said nodding.
"Well, hey! Let me take you out for a drink, kid! Come on, it'll be fun!" Gene cried happily with a foolish grin as he untied the boy. "You've had it rough and you need to unwind!"
"In other words, you hate to be sober?" Jim asked with a similar look on his face.
In no time at all they were at the closest local bar, which also happened to be the hangout for several Yukuzos and hookers.
"Come on, Jimmy! Don't be a wet blanket!" Gene slurred, offering him a drink.
"Has it occurred to you that I'm a minor? I'm not even supposed to be here..." he said as he glanced around at the people.
"So? I'm only eighteen! I'm as drunk as a person can be!"
"You're how old? So legally you're not allowed to adopt me either, huh? That's it, I'm out of here. I'm taking your car, too," Jim called as he hopped off his stool and headed for the door.
"Hey. You're kind of cute. I'm Candy. What's your name?" a tall blonde woman said smoothly as she stepped in Jim's way.
"Geeeeeene..." he whined, turning around to see the redhead with his arm around a large, burly man.
"You know... In the dark... You remind me of one big, goopy eyeball..." he muttered, stroking the frustrated man's beard. "And I like that in a woman..."
"Nani?!" Jim gasped with a shocked expression.
"That's it! You better get off me, punk! I'm going to fill you full of holes!" he cried as he whipped a gun out from under his shirt and aimed it at Gene, who instinctively ran to Jim, picked him up by his shirt collar, and ran.
"What are you doing, you loser? Don't drag me into this!" Jim screamed as Gene dropped him in mid-run, when Jim took off behind him.
"Just shut up and run, kid!" Gene instructed.
''It's Jim!"
"Can we talk about this later?" Gene asked in an annoyed/drunken tone as he pulled a fancy gun out from a holster around his waist.
"Woah! Is that a Caster? That's like an antique!" Jim marveled at the rare firearm, which Gene used to fend off the mob forming behind them. Gene grabbed Jim and pulled him behind a building. "What are you-?"
Gene stuffed a wad of cash into Jim's small hand and told him, "Listen. I'm out of bullets. I need you to go buy more. We'll meet up right here in fifteen minutes."
-- "Listen, I'm out of bullets. I need you to go buy more. We'll meet up right here in fifteen minutes."
"But... Aniki... I'm so scared..."
"Jimmy, don't worry. I'll be okay, and I know I can trust you, squirt."
"But..."
"There he is! Kokurando Hawking! Get him!"
"Aniki!"
"Jimmy, look out!" --
"Kid, look out!" Gene cried as a bullet pierced through Jim's lower back. He stood for a minute, then fell, stunned.
"An... Aniki..."
--
Oh, no! Have I done it? Have I killed off Jim? And who's this "Aniki" fellow? You'll find out next time!
Before I forget, my little sister was skimming these as I typed and she kept asking me what the Japanese words were, so I thought I'd put them up here for anyone who didn't know...
Ja ne means see you later.
Nani means what.
The Yukuzo is the Japanese mafia...
Aniki means big brother.
I think that's all I used... If I'm wrong make sure to tell me how blonde I'm being.
Oh, and be on the lookout for a few spoofs I'm writing. There's a Teen Titans one, a James Bond spoof, and even a Maury Povich one.
So, until next time, ja ne! This has been the chocolate bunny and it's not even Easter!
Okay, everyone! Last time the papers were signed and Gene officially became Jim's guardian. Jim hesitated in explaining what happened to his parents, but they actually got along for more than two seconds. Jim repaired a ship of Gene's, and something he said struck a chord in Jim's memory...
In this one Jim finds out he's handier with a wrench than he knew, and Gene learns that if someone looks big and mean, and if they sound big and mean, and if they act big and mean, then you shouldn't have a hangover within the same eight mile vicinity as them.
Once again, I must thank Sasaki's Little Sis and MalletWielderofDoom. They're being really supportive. Thank you! Love you! Oh, and I am starving for the Internet. I'm DYING HERE!
I really wish my cat Peanut Butter would stop growling at me. She looks like a little weasel.
Okay, here we go! The third chapter, Gunshots and Escape routes! Enjoy!
--
He had planned it out perfectly. He would pretend to sleep until his captor had returned to his quarters for the night. That was when he would make his move.
During his regular feeding hours he carefully observed his surroundings, taking in every exact corridor, counting each step it would take, totaling how long it would take factoring in if he were running. The only predicament left to examine was how lightly his captor slept.
Everything was going perfectly. He was "befriending" the man who kept him here and earning his trust. Everything he did was part of his plan ever since he stepped foot into this prison. Everything he did contributed to his emancipation.
Tonight was the night he would escape from this place.
It was exactly 12:50 AM. It was time.
He slowly crept from his cot and dressed himself in the dark. He gathered his belongings and slowly and carefully opened his door a crack. Just wide enough for his blue eyes to see the silhouette of the man sleeping on the watch.
Perfect.
He easily sneaked past him and out the door.
He was out.
Now for the hard part.
He had no idea how to hijack he guy's ride. Jacking a ship couldn't be that hard, could it?
He carefully lifted the seal compartment to reveal a sea of multi-colored wires. He had read somewhere or seen it on television or something...
Cut the red wire and the blue wire and connect them. That should start the ship.
He pulled his handy pliers out of his bag to snip the wires and held them together with a piece of scotch tape. Sure enough, it did the trick. But he wasn't at a docking port nor did he attain permission to take off.
Not that it was going to stop him. He just needed to figure out how to accelerate the ship for take-off.
But the warden came running out, stumbling over his own feet.
"Kid, what do you think you're doing?" he yelled into the night sky.
"I'm getting out of here! What does it look like?" Jim called back through the speaker. "Now how do you make it go?"
"I can't believe you tried to run away in my ship..." Gene sighed as he ran his large hand through his matted red hair. His blue eyes looked over the blond boy, tied to a chair with rope. He couldn't even look at the man, his defiant cerulean eyes glued to the side, his head tilted down to the right.
"I told you I didn't want to be here..." he muttered.
"You could've gotten yourself killed! Or worse- you could've ruined the ship!"
"I couldn't help it! I had to go!" he screamed, looking into Gene's tough face. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Tell me what's so important that you had to risk your life trying to fly a spaceship!"
"I wanted to find them... My parents..." he whispered. His shaky voice was almost completely inaudible now.
"I thought you told me you never knew your parents, kid. How are you supposed to find them if you don't know what they look like?" Gene asked as he leaned back into the couch.
"A man came to the orphanage a few years ago... When I first came... I was only about three or four..."
-- "Children, I'd like to introduce you all to Mr. Noboru Narita. Mr. Narita is looking for the son of his business partner. Mr. Narita, I'll leave the rest to you," the plump nun said bowing as she left the short, fat man with the children. He had thick curly black hair that looked like it hadn't been combed in days and many times had stressed, worried hands run through it.
He scanned the crowd and came to a young boy with thick blond hair pulled into a small ponytail. His blue eyes still had tears in them from crying. He had a bandage on his cheek, one wrapped around his head, and another around his arm.
"What happened to you, kid?" he asked as he bent down on one knee so he was eye-level with him.
"I-I don't k-know... They found me like this and I don't remember..." he stuttered as he back half a step away from the man.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have a n-name... I don't remember it..."
"You definitely look like him... Do you remember how old you are? You look about four... Maybe five..." he said, looking the child over. The boy shook his head. "I'm not positively sure, kid, but you may be the son of James Hawking. He was a great man, skilled at hacking and other junk like that. They called him 'The Wizard'. His ship went down about a week ago... He got caught in a meteor shower. He and his wife and eldest son all died, but his youngest child's body was never found."
"That's about when I came here..." the boy pondered.
"It'd be a miracle if it were you and you survived at all... Tell you what... I'll come back here in a few days to sign some papers to get you out of here. James told me to take care of you if anything ever happened to him. Does that sound okay to you?"
Jim smiled for the first time since he'd gotten there and vigorously nodded his head. --
"And he never came back?" Gene asked, completely mesmerized by the tale.
"I never knew if that guy actually knew my dad or if he was just a crazy bum or something..." Jim said nodding.
"Well, hey! Let me take you out for a drink, kid! Come on, it'll be fun!" Gene cried happily with a foolish grin as he untied the boy. "You've had it rough and you need to unwind!"
"In other words, you hate to be sober?" Jim asked with a similar look on his face.
In no time at all they were at the closest local bar, which also happened to be the hangout for several Yukuzos and hookers.
"Come on, Jimmy! Don't be a wet blanket!" Gene slurred, offering him a drink.
"Has it occurred to you that I'm a minor? I'm not even supposed to be here..." he said as he glanced around at the people.
"So? I'm only eighteen! I'm as drunk as a person can be!"
"You're how old? So legally you're not allowed to adopt me either, huh? That's it, I'm out of here. I'm taking your car, too," Jim called as he hopped off his stool and headed for the door.
"Hey. You're kind of cute. I'm Candy. What's your name?" a tall blonde woman said smoothly as she stepped in Jim's way.
"Geeeeeene..." he whined, turning around to see the redhead with his arm around a large, burly man.
"You know... In the dark... You remind me of one big, goopy eyeball..." he muttered, stroking the frustrated man's beard. "And I like that in a woman..."
"Nani?!" Jim gasped with a shocked expression.
"That's it! You better get off me, punk! I'm going to fill you full of holes!" he cried as he whipped a gun out from under his shirt and aimed it at Gene, who instinctively ran to Jim, picked him up by his shirt collar, and ran.
"What are you doing, you loser? Don't drag me into this!" Jim screamed as Gene dropped him in mid-run, when Jim took off behind him.
"Just shut up and run, kid!" Gene instructed.
''It's Jim!"
"Can we talk about this later?" Gene asked in an annoyed/drunken tone as he pulled a fancy gun out from a holster around his waist.
"Woah! Is that a Caster? That's like an antique!" Jim marveled at the rare firearm, which Gene used to fend off the mob forming behind them. Gene grabbed Jim and pulled him behind a building. "What are you-?"
Gene stuffed a wad of cash into Jim's small hand and told him, "Listen. I'm out of bullets. I need you to go buy more. We'll meet up right here in fifteen minutes."
-- "Listen, I'm out of bullets. I need you to go buy more. We'll meet up right here in fifteen minutes."
"But... Aniki... I'm so scared..."
"Jimmy, don't worry. I'll be okay, and I know I can trust you, squirt."
"But..."
"There he is! Kokurando Hawking! Get him!"
"Aniki!"
"Jimmy, look out!" --
"Kid, look out!" Gene cried as a bullet pierced through Jim's lower back. He stood for a minute, then fell, stunned.
"An... Aniki..."
--
Oh, no! Have I done it? Have I killed off Jim? And who's this "Aniki" fellow? You'll find out next time!
Before I forget, my little sister was skimming these as I typed and she kept asking me what the Japanese words were, so I thought I'd put them up here for anyone who didn't know...
Ja ne means see you later.
Nani means what.
The Yukuzo is the Japanese mafia...
Aniki means big brother.
I think that's all I used... If I'm wrong make sure to tell me how blonde I'm being.
Oh, and be on the lookout for a few spoofs I'm writing. There's a Teen Titans one, a James Bond spoof, and even a Maury Povich one.
So, until next time, ja ne! This has been the chocolate bunny and it's not even Easter!