One of the many police cruisers of Olivine City sped down the streets,
slipping through traffic easily as it went. The driver, none other than
the green-haired relative of all other Officer Jennies, was alert to all
that happened around her, not allowing anything to slip past her guard as
she continued her ever-constant fight against wrongdoing.
"Kujikenaikara! My heart! Ashita he tsuki susunde yuku!
Kujikenaikara! My heart! Mune ga kibou de afureru!" Officer Jenny sang at the top of her lungs to the music blaring from her radio.
Okay, so even ever-vigilant crime-fighters need a break…
"Calling Patroller 248: We have reports of a civilian dispute on Forty- Eighth and Hirokouji. Over." The CB radio beneath the dashboard screeched to life.
Officer Jenny abruptly stopped her song and turned off the song, turning her attention to her work once more. It figured that some people couldn't go one day without breaking the law…
"Patrol car number two-four-eight: Officer Jenny, copy." Jenny responded into the handset of the CB radio. "That you Kari?"
"Yep, it's me. We've got calls coming in from all over the area about two men fighting in the streets. You're the closest officer to the scene, so you've got to take care of it. Over." A woman's voice replied.
"Wonderful. Oh well, how hard could it be to break up a street-brawl? Probably just a couple of drunks or something." Jenny shrugged. "Copy and over."
Jenny flipped on her sirens, grinning slightly as the traffic in front of her parted to the sides of the street. With a slight screech of the tires, Jenny pulled a sharp right and turned down onto Forty-Eighth to intercept the fight.
The windshield of her cruiser was promptly shattered by an airborne man in a trench coat.
Officer Jenny slammed onto her brakes, her car skidding to a stop several yards from where she applied the brakes. The sudden halt sent the man on the hood of her car rolling off onto the street before the cruiser. Jenny snatched the handset to her CB radio once more and clicked it to the emergency medical frequency.
"Alert! Civilian injury on Forty-Eighth and Hirokouji! Requesting emergency unit for car impact victim! Repeat, car impact…victim…" Jenny's tone slowed into one of amazement as she watched the man she just hit at almost fifty miles per hour get back up.
"N-never mind…" Jenny gaped.
Jenny watched in amazement as the man got fully to his feet of his own ability, seeming no worse for the wear. Perhaps that wasn't the correct term; he looked terrible. The man's hair was tangled and loose, his face sported bruises and his clothes looked slightly tattered. A tiny stream of blood ran from his lip down his chin and there was a small cut above his left eye. Regardless, he should've been a splatter-mark from the hit he took…
The man slowly looked upwards, his head lolling back lazily. Jenny caught sight of the glint of steel in his hands as he suddenly dove to the side from an unseen attack. The unseen attack quickly became seen as the front of Jenny's cruiser was slammed into the pavement. The entire hood and most of the engine was crushed under the fist of a massive man in bloody army fatigues, the metal sheeting of the car wrapping around his brass covered hand. The front tires of the car exploded from the impact, allowing the vehicle to slump forward at an angle after the man removed himself from the car and leapt after the first man.
Jenny blinked a few times, then reached for her radio once more. She was definitely going to need back-up for this…
~~~~
Amos dove after Karuta, bellowing vengeance as he drew back for another punch. He had landed several attacks on Karuta already, but he'd taken some damage himself. His arms, chest, and legs all sported cuts and slashes, though superficial. That didn't keep them from hurting, though.
Amos' punch was sidestepped by Karuta, who swung his foot around in a roundhouse kick that landed squarely on the back of Amos' head. The Irishman didn't even blink from the attack, instead backhanding Karuta straight across the jaw. The smaller man was sent flying from the blow, bouncing across the pavement and making a lovely dent in the side of a parked car.
Karuta struggled to his feet once more, but didn't have time to ready a counterstrike. He was instantly set upon by Amos, his body pummeled again and again by the metal-enhanced attacks of his enemy. A sudden punch to the chest left Karuta to feel one of his ribs crack cleanly, though very painfully. Amos' hand grabbed onto the back of Karuta's head, forcing it downwards as his knee caught the battered man directly in the face. Karuta collapsed backwards, blood spattering onto Amos' clothes from his mouth.
The fight was drawing quite a crowd, all of whom were watching from a relatively safe distance. Nozomi stood on the edge of the crowd, hands clasped tightly together. She wanted to stop the fight, but knew she couldn't do anything. She, along with the rest of the crowd, gasped as Karuta fell back after being kneed in the face. He never hit the ground, as Amos' huge hand wrapped around his face. Amos drew his arm back, easily lifting Karuta off the ground. With a grunt, Amos launched Karuta through the air, sending him crashing through a plate-glass window of one of the many shops on the street.
Everything was quite, save for the tinkling of broken glass.
Amos panted slightly from exhaustion, a grim smile on his face. Finally, he'd gotten his revenge…after all this time, he at last had paid Karuta back for what he did.
It was at that moment that Karuta got back up.
Karuta did not feel well. He'd been beaten, broken, pummeled, and pounded. In the span of twenty minutes, he'd taken more damage than he'd taken in over four years. He'd broken at least ten windows with his body and dented who knows how many cars with his face. Karuta sucked on his tongue for a moment, then spat out blood and a broken tooth onto the floor. He examined both for a moment, then looked back up to a fully angered Amos.
"That hurt." Was all Karuta snarled as he stepped out of the destroyed window.
"I hit you too hard! Get back on the ground!" Amos yelled as Karuta raised his katana to level.
Karuta darted forwards, attacking in earnest. His katana was no longer a sword, having become a singing blur of light and movement. The air in front of Karuta hissed and split from the rapid slashes of the weapon, leaving Amos to fall back or suffer the strikes. Karuta abruptly switched to stabs and thrusts, forcing Amos to back away more quickly to avoid being impaled. A quick jab at Amos' face was deflected by the backings of his brass guards, though the sword slit cleanly down Amos' arm. As the blood began to seep from the wound, Amos realized he was in trouble.
Karuta struck low with his sword, allowing Amos to hop over the strike to keep his ankles. As soon as Amos' feet left the ground, Karuta's left foot lanced out and planted itself into Amos' face. The man lost the landing and came down flat on his back, his lungs emptying their air on impact. Karuta brought his katana over his head, readying to bring it down on Amos' head.
Nozomi couldn't take it any longer. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she had to stop this. Karuta was going to kill Amos! Nozomi started to run towards Karuta, though the sound of gunfire halted her steps instantly.
Officer Jenny re-aimed, now aiming at Karuta's chest. The shot fired into the air was enough to distract him from finishing the attack on his opponent, though the sword he wielded was still ready to strike.
"Drop your weapons and put your hands on your heads!" Officer Jenny shouted. "Do it now or we will use force!"
The 'we' Jenny spoke of included eight other police officers on either side of her, each with handguns leveled at Karuta and Amos. The police, crowd, and combatants held their breaths, wondering who would make the first move.
Karuta looked down at Amos, to the police, then back to Amos. Amos did the same, finally glaring directly into Karuta's eyes. He sighed heavily and nodded, receiving a nod from Karuta as well.
Officer Jenny gave a light sigh as the man in the trench coat lowered his sword to his side, though the fact that he planted it into the asphalt was a bit disconcerting.
Karuta offered his hand to Amos, who took it. Pulling the larger man to his feet, Karuta retrieved his katana from the ground and leveled it directly at Officer Jenny. The sound of nine firearms simultaneously cocking was returned to him. Amos grinned wickedly and raised his fists, slowly rolling his neck to remove cricks from his spine.
"Lower your weapons! Comply now or we will use lethal force!" Officer Jenny ordered. These two had to be crazy…
"The manners these people have…" Karuta sighed.
"…Interrupting a duel. Looks like we'll have to teach them a lesson." Amos finished.
"Just like old times."
"Yep."
"This is your final warning! Lower your weapons or we will open fire!"
"On three?"
"Three."
Karuta and Amos charged forward together, their combined war-cries drowned out by the explosion of gunfire.
~~~~
"Police are still searching for the two fighters turned felons. After the massive street-fight earlier today on the public roads of Olivine City, these two unknown villains gave the authorities a bizarre puzzle as they joined forces against the officers. Unfortunately, none of the officers could offer an interview, though we'll bring you full coverage once they are marked down from critical condition. Witnesses to the event are as confused as anyone else, despite the fact of being there when it happened…" The newscaster explained as she motioned to a man next to her.
"Sir, can you please tell us what happened here after police ordered the two fighters to cease?"
"I ain't sure I believe what I saw myself. The two just ran at the cops like they didn't care they had guns aimed at 'em. The cops started shootin', but they couldn't hit the two guys. It was like they were just slipping past the bullets…" the man shook his head. "I ain't never seen anything like it. They just wiped out the cops like they were nothing, even the female officers. Poor Officer Jenny almost got cut in two by the guy with the sword."
"This man with the sword, can you tell us about him?"
"I can't really tell which one was more dangerous. The big guy was taking the cops apart like they were nothing, but he only hit them until they dropped. The one in the coat looked like he was trying to kill them." The man continued. "After all the cops were out, the two just ran off."
"We've heard that a kidnapping was involved here as well, is that true?"
"I guess so…the big guy grabbed some girl out of the crowd when he ran and took off with her over his shoulder. She was yellin', but she sounded angry that she was being picked up, not kidnapped."
"Thank you sir. So what has become of these two mysterious fighters? Is this unknown girl a hostage or an accomplice? These questions are unanswered as of now, but we'll bring you more information as it comes. This is Channel Eighteen News, signing off."
--Sorry about all the lag in my stories as of late, Loyal Readers. I greatly appreciate your support and I'm glad to know that I'm entertaining you all enough to keep your attention after this long. Thank you very much. Mind you that whoever can name what anime series the song Officer Jenny was singing was from gets a cookie and a notice of their coolness for knowing the answer. ^_^
-Coriander Wryters
"Kujikenaikara! My heart! Ashita he tsuki susunde yuku!
Kujikenaikara! My heart! Mune ga kibou de afureru!" Officer Jenny sang at the top of her lungs to the music blaring from her radio.
Okay, so even ever-vigilant crime-fighters need a break…
"Calling Patroller 248: We have reports of a civilian dispute on Forty- Eighth and Hirokouji. Over." The CB radio beneath the dashboard screeched to life.
Officer Jenny abruptly stopped her song and turned off the song, turning her attention to her work once more. It figured that some people couldn't go one day without breaking the law…
"Patrol car number two-four-eight: Officer Jenny, copy." Jenny responded into the handset of the CB radio. "That you Kari?"
"Yep, it's me. We've got calls coming in from all over the area about two men fighting in the streets. You're the closest officer to the scene, so you've got to take care of it. Over." A woman's voice replied.
"Wonderful. Oh well, how hard could it be to break up a street-brawl? Probably just a couple of drunks or something." Jenny shrugged. "Copy and over."
Jenny flipped on her sirens, grinning slightly as the traffic in front of her parted to the sides of the street. With a slight screech of the tires, Jenny pulled a sharp right and turned down onto Forty-Eighth to intercept the fight.
The windshield of her cruiser was promptly shattered by an airborne man in a trench coat.
Officer Jenny slammed onto her brakes, her car skidding to a stop several yards from where she applied the brakes. The sudden halt sent the man on the hood of her car rolling off onto the street before the cruiser. Jenny snatched the handset to her CB radio once more and clicked it to the emergency medical frequency.
"Alert! Civilian injury on Forty-Eighth and Hirokouji! Requesting emergency unit for car impact victim! Repeat, car impact…victim…" Jenny's tone slowed into one of amazement as she watched the man she just hit at almost fifty miles per hour get back up.
"N-never mind…" Jenny gaped.
Jenny watched in amazement as the man got fully to his feet of his own ability, seeming no worse for the wear. Perhaps that wasn't the correct term; he looked terrible. The man's hair was tangled and loose, his face sported bruises and his clothes looked slightly tattered. A tiny stream of blood ran from his lip down his chin and there was a small cut above his left eye. Regardless, he should've been a splatter-mark from the hit he took…
The man slowly looked upwards, his head lolling back lazily. Jenny caught sight of the glint of steel in his hands as he suddenly dove to the side from an unseen attack. The unseen attack quickly became seen as the front of Jenny's cruiser was slammed into the pavement. The entire hood and most of the engine was crushed under the fist of a massive man in bloody army fatigues, the metal sheeting of the car wrapping around his brass covered hand. The front tires of the car exploded from the impact, allowing the vehicle to slump forward at an angle after the man removed himself from the car and leapt after the first man.
Jenny blinked a few times, then reached for her radio once more. She was definitely going to need back-up for this…
~~~~
Amos dove after Karuta, bellowing vengeance as he drew back for another punch. He had landed several attacks on Karuta already, but he'd taken some damage himself. His arms, chest, and legs all sported cuts and slashes, though superficial. That didn't keep them from hurting, though.
Amos' punch was sidestepped by Karuta, who swung his foot around in a roundhouse kick that landed squarely on the back of Amos' head. The Irishman didn't even blink from the attack, instead backhanding Karuta straight across the jaw. The smaller man was sent flying from the blow, bouncing across the pavement and making a lovely dent in the side of a parked car.
Karuta struggled to his feet once more, but didn't have time to ready a counterstrike. He was instantly set upon by Amos, his body pummeled again and again by the metal-enhanced attacks of his enemy. A sudden punch to the chest left Karuta to feel one of his ribs crack cleanly, though very painfully. Amos' hand grabbed onto the back of Karuta's head, forcing it downwards as his knee caught the battered man directly in the face. Karuta collapsed backwards, blood spattering onto Amos' clothes from his mouth.
The fight was drawing quite a crowd, all of whom were watching from a relatively safe distance. Nozomi stood on the edge of the crowd, hands clasped tightly together. She wanted to stop the fight, but knew she couldn't do anything. She, along with the rest of the crowd, gasped as Karuta fell back after being kneed in the face. He never hit the ground, as Amos' huge hand wrapped around his face. Amos drew his arm back, easily lifting Karuta off the ground. With a grunt, Amos launched Karuta through the air, sending him crashing through a plate-glass window of one of the many shops on the street.
Everything was quite, save for the tinkling of broken glass.
Amos panted slightly from exhaustion, a grim smile on his face. Finally, he'd gotten his revenge…after all this time, he at last had paid Karuta back for what he did.
It was at that moment that Karuta got back up.
Karuta did not feel well. He'd been beaten, broken, pummeled, and pounded. In the span of twenty minutes, he'd taken more damage than he'd taken in over four years. He'd broken at least ten windows with his body and dented who knows how many cars with his face. Karuta sucked on his tongue for a moment, then spat out blood and a broken tooth onto the floor. He examined both for a moment, then looked back up to a fully angered Amos.
"That hurt." Was all Karuta snarled as he stepped out of the destroyed window.
"I hit you too hard! Get back on the ground!" Amos yelled as Karuta raised his katana to level.
Karuta darted forwards, attacking in earnest. His katana was no longer a sword, having become a singing blur of light and movement. The air in front of Karuta hissed and split from the rapid slashes of the weapon, leaving Amos to fall back or suffer the strikes. Karuta abruptly switched to stabs and thrusts, forcing Amos to back away more quickly to avoid being impaled. A quick jab at Amos' face was deflected by the backings of his brass guards, though the sword slit cleanly down Amos' arm. As the blood began to seep from the wound, Amos realized he was in trouble.
Karuta struck low with his sword, allowing Amos to hop over the strike to keep his ankles. As soon as Amos' feet left the ground, Karuta's left foot lanced out and planted itself into Amos' face. The man lost the landing and came down flat on his back, his lungs emptying their air on impact. Karuta brought his katana over his head, readying to bring it down on Amos' head.
Nozomi couldn't take it any longer. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she had to stop this. Karuta was going to kill Amos! Nozomi started to run towards Karuta, though the sound of gunfire halted her steps instantly.
Officer Jenny re-aimed, now aiming at Karuta's chest. The shot fired into the air was enough to distract him from finishing the attack on his opponent, though the sword he wielded was still ready to strike.
"Drop your weapons and put your hands on your heads!" Officer Jenny shouted. "Do it now or we will use force!"
The 'we' Jenny spoke of included eight other police officers on either side of her, each with handguns leveled at Karuta and Amos. The police, crowd, and combatants held their breaths, wondering who would make the first move.
Karuta looked down at Amos, to the police, then back to Amos. Amos did the same, finally glaring directly into Karuta's eyes. He sighed heavily and nodded, receiving a nod from Karuta as well.
Officer Jenny gave a light sigh as the man in the trench coat lowered his sword to his side, though the fact that he planted it into the asphalt was a bit disconcerting.
Karuta offered his hand to Amos, who took it. Pulling the larger man to his feet, Karuta retrieved his katana from the ground and leveled it directly at Officer Jenny. The sound of nine firearms simultaneously cocking was returned to him. Amos grinned wickedly and raised his fists, slowly rolling his neck to remove cricks from his spine.
"Lower your weapons! Comply now or we will use lethal force!" Officer Jenny ordered. These two had to be crazy…
"The manners these people have…" Karuta sighed.
"…Interrupting a duel. Looks like we'll have to teach them a lesson." Amos finished.
"Just like old times."
"Yep."
"This is your final warning! Lower your weapons or we will open fire!"
"On three?"
"Three."
Karuta and Amos charged forward together, their combined war-cries drowned out by the explosion of gunfire.
~~~~
"Police are still searching for the two fighters turned felons. After the massive street-fight earlier today on the public roads of Olivine City, these two unknown villains gave the authorities a bizarre puzzle as they joined forces against the officers. Unfortunately, none of the officers could offer an interview, though we'll bring you full coverage once they are marked down from critical condition. Witnesses to the event are as confused as anyone else, despite the fact of being there when it happened…" The newscaster explained as she motioned to a man next to her.
"Sir, can you please tell us what happened here after police ordered the two fighters to cease?"
"I ain't sure I believe what I saw myself. The two just ran at the cops like they didn't care they had guns aimed at 'em. The cops started shootin', but they couldn't hit the two guys. It was like they were just slipping past the bullets…" the man shook his head. "I ain't never seen anything like it. They just wiped out the cops like they were nothing, even the female officers. Poor Officer Jenny almost got cut in two by the guy with the sword."
"This man with the sword, can you tell us about him?"
"I can't really tell which one was more dangerous. The big guy was taking the cops apart like they were nothing, but he only hit them until they dropped. The one in the coat looked like he was trying to kill them." The man continued. "After all the cops were out, the two just ran off."
"We've heard that a kidnapping was involved here as well, is that true?"
"I guess so…the big guy grabbed some girl out of the crowd when he ran and took off with her over his shoulder. She was yellin', but she sounded angry that she was being picked up, not kidnapped."
"Thank you sir. So what has become of these two mysterious fighters? Is this unknown girl a hostage or an accomplice? These questions are unanswered as of now, but we'll bring you more information as it comes. This is Channel Eighteen News, signing off."
--Sorry about all the lag in my stories as of late, Loyal Readers. I greatly appreciate your support and I'm glad to know that I'm entertaining you all enough to keep your attention after this long. Thank you very much. Mind you that whoever can name what anime series the song Officer Jenny was singing was from gets a cookie and a notice of their coolness for knowing the answer. ^_^
-Coriander Wryters