AUTHORS NOTE I HAVE DECIDED TO UPDATE BECAUSE I HAVE GOTTEN A REVIEW FOR IT AFTER ALL THIS TIME. YOU PEOPLE ARE LUCKY THAT I UPDATE A STORY REGULARLY AFTER JUST ONE REVIEW INSTEAD OF MAKING YOU REVIEW BEFORE YOU GET MORE…MAYBE I SHOULD DO THAT. ANYWAY HERES THE CHAP HAVE FUN READING IT AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND DECENT TO YOU REVIEW
Ron made a sharp turn hit the gas and pulled the emergency break skidding sideways and barley avoiding the being wasted by the giant ball of death. Ron then hit reverse and drove back towards the bridge having to swerve twice to avoid more shots that could have vary well ended his life. Then he made a move that some would call suicide while others would call pure genius. He turned the car so It was facing the Giant colossus and hit the gas again, pushing the engine to its max as he zoomed towards the moving hunk of steel he was. While doing this he grabbed the large plasma cannon which had been sat between the driver and passenger seat to make room for there injured comrade and positioned it on his left shoulder as he leaned it out the cars broken driver window. Standing on the gas pedal he lined the shot and aimed slightly behind his target and seconds later pressed the button attached to the gun by a cord that acted as its trigger and fired.
He felt pain as his shoulder cracked and he lost control, slamming the car into the left barrier of the bridge forcing him to fly out of the car and nearly over the bridge but he was still on it for the most part. He looked up, fighting to stand he heard a sudden beeping noise and turned to see the power coil on the cannon glowing bright red.
Everything went in slow motion. The gun exploded and the explosion grew into a rapidly expanding fire ball. He felt the hot wave of energy role over his body, the seering pain and the burning sensation on his face he then yelled out as his still open right eye saw the asphalt on the bridge com closer and closer, until gravity forcibly tried to merge the two in a sickly crunch.
He then heard the various snaps and felt the ground under him lurch like a drunk. Then he heard the sound of something skidding and then groaned as his leg was crushed in a vice grip, he also felt the sensation of something warm and sticky running along various places in his body.
Then an eerie silence filled the air, it was driving him mad. He wanted to hear anything at this point, the sound of the rest of the cables snapping so that the bridge would fall into the river, the sound of his own men coming to help, hell even the metallic whining sound of an android come to kill him, anything to escape the agony that he felt at that moment. He got his wish as the sound of plasma fire could be heard before his scenes stopped working and the pain went away.
Memories where running through his head at a steady pace. Ron was three years old and he had just made helped make his first batch of cookies. He was seven and he had just learned of the joy that is the taco. He was ten and he had just bought his pet and best friend Rufus. He was fourteen and he had just had his first kiss with his other best friend and true love Kim possible. Six months later he was talking to her standing beside a moving truck and she burst into tears. Then when he was sixteen and he was clad in a tuxedo, playing with using the white gloves given to him to wipe the tears from his eyes before slipping them on and joining the other members of the procession, then it fast forward again, this time he was around twenty, still dressed in his chief's uniform on the couch in his apartment watching the news, mouth agape, as the Reporter wept historically as she shouted about thousands of nuclear bombs and how this was surely the end of existence and then his eyes snapped open….
A/N wow I am really mean, leaving you hanging like this, but I stick with my motto, "when telling a story always leave them wanting more" so with that in mind I thank you for reading and ask that you would review