Gundam: The noir era... No that doesn't sound right. And I hold authoritative control over Gundam: The dark era. I don't, however, hold that kind of control over any other Gundam...
Gundam:
The dark era:
Chapter 15:
Problems with authority:
Fex woke up for real this time. He was the woods somewhere. He had no gun. No Kat. No thing...
Was that thing just a dream? Was he really in some strange alternate reality with Kat and that thing? It certainly had a nightmarish quality. What it was Fex couldn't figure out.
But was everything he had experienced so far a dream? Had he actually joined the J.T.M.S.? Was there really a guy named Rapter out for his head? Did anybody in the squad exist? Howie? Chris? Lee? Had he and Kat really...?
Fex decided not to worry about that...
He had to find out where he was...
He looked around for a while and realized he was on the outskirts of a town. But where was this town? He headed into town to ask someone.
Heading into town, he noticed mps had occupied the place. They obviously noticed him and kept a close eye on him. That wasn't strange. He was new in town, so nobody knew him.
Fex noticed a bakery and walked in.
"Man, this coffee fucking sucks." Fex heard as he walked into the door. The man who had made the comment was a mp. He was sitting on one of the round seats next to the counter. There were several townspeople sitting on the seats but they were obviously keeping their distance. "You guys need to get something better than this shit."
Fex sat down on a couch in the corner of the bakery. He leaned out so that he could read one of the customer's newspaper. It was saying something about someone or something coming to town.
"This is the best I can do during wartime..." The bakery owner replied...
So... He hadn't imagined the war... so everything else had probably been real, too...
"I don't give a rat's ass..." The mp continued. "The Alliance didn't fuck you guys in the ass for coffee. We didn't do that, either. You guys fucked yourselves. You guys have no excuse..."
The bakery owner was mad. So he waited for the mp to look down at the paper and then tipped his coffee so that it spilled on the mp's pants. The customers in the bakery laughed at the mp. He slapped the paper on the counter and got up.
"DAMMIT! NOW I NEED TO GET THESE WASHED! I'LL BE BACK, AND I WON'T BE ALONE WHEN I DO!" The mp stormed out. But he forgot something. His wallet was laying on the counter.
Fex got up and joined the others at the counter.
"May I help you?" The bakery owner asked.
Fex picked up the mp's wallet. "I'll take this..." He put it in his wallet.
"Don't let him know you have it, son..." The bakery owner said.
"Guess you guys don't like the government, huh?"
The bakery owner shook his head. "No, it's not the government. It's just these guys. They're more crooked than the surface of my pant's." He lit a cigarette. "The night is the worst part. They go out and sodomize our women at that time."
Fex checked his pocket's again. He had his own wallet. In it was several hundred dollars and a class A gun license. This gave him an idea.
"Do you want me to get rid of those mps for you?"
The bakery owner lowered the cigarette hand and exhaled. "Are you sure? You may get in trouble."
"Don't worry. That's just the way of my life right now..."
The bakery owner stared at him for a second. He couldn't believe Fex was offering to do this for them. He shrugged. "Go ahead and do it." He pointed across the street. "That two story building over there? That's Max's gun shop. He's got some good stuff over there. Hell, the mps buy their stuff there. But Max doesn't sympathize with them. They're just business for him, just as they are here."
"Alright. Thanks for the info."
Fex began to leave when one of the customers stopped him. The customer took off his trench coat.
"You'll need something to hide the weapons." He slipped the coat onto Fex's back. Then the other customers chipped in.
"Here you go." Said the second customer, tossing Fex a pack of cigarettes. Then Fex turned to the last customer.
"Sorry, I don't got nothing to give ya', but ya' have my thanks. Good luck."
"Thanks." Fex turned and left.
Walking into the gun shop, Fex noticed yet another mp.
"WHERE'S OUR ORDER OF ASSAULT RIFLES?" The mp demanded.
"They're running a little late, so you'll just have to wait just like everybody else." Answered the store owner.
The mp was furious. His face was bright red. "THEY BETTER GET HERE SOON!" He stormed out in the same manner as the other mp.
"You're not alone around here." Fex said as he walked up to the counter.
"Got to deal with it." Said the store owner. "It's the way things are around here." Then he turned to Fex. "Can I help you?"
"Actually, I came here to help you. I'm gonna' give you some business and then I'm gonna' sort out the authority problem you guys have here."
The store owner looked shocked. "Wow... Uh... I would sell you those assault rifles I was gonna' sell the mps, but I really don't have them yet. Most of what I got right now are hunting rifles... I don't know if I have anything to give ya'..."
"Got any handguns I could buy?"
"Well... No. I sold them all to people who wanted protection from the mps... Wait a second. Yeah! I actually think I do have one now! Wait just a second, and I'll go get it!"The store owner went into the back room. When he emerged a little under a minute later, he was carrying a large, black handgun with a large laser mount underneath it. He also had with him two magazines and three boxes of ammo. He slid all of this onto the counter.
"Here it is. The 'Pavlov Police Magnum'. I've had this for a while, but I've been waiting for the right person to sell it to. I didn't want to sell it to the mps, that's for damn sure." He clicked on the laser sight. "This is a special laser sight developed especially for this pistol. It makes aiming really easy..." He demonstrated by aiming at the coat rack. "See? Just point and shoot. It also has the typical post sights in case the laser breaks. Now, this gun is big... it takes 8 rounds of .454 Casull, so, as you probably guessed, the recoil takes a little getting used to. The muzzle porting and the fact that it's almost a 5 pound gun help, but this is still a hardcore shooter's gun."
"Don't worry. I can handle it." Fex picked up the gun and looked it over. "This is everything you have? This will do just fine." Fex then pointed the gun at the ceiling and drive fired it.
"Hey, son..." The store clerk began. "Are you going to be needing a place to hide during all this?"
Fex lowered the gun. "I'll be fine."
"Because if you do, I can let you stay in the room upstairs, free of charge."
"There wouldn't happen to be anything wrong with the room upstairs, would there?"
"No."
"All right, then. Show it to me."
The store owner took Fex upstairs. It was obvious that this had been used as a room before, it's just Fex didn't know who it was...
"By the way, where did you learn how to use a gun?" The store clerk asked.
"In the military." Fex answered while scanning the pictures in the room. There was a familiar person in these pictures, he just couldn't remember where the person was from...
"Oh, so maybe you knew my son, Max Jr... Knew because he went and got himself blown up..."
Fex had known him. He was the one who originally gave them weapons. He remembered that Howie had told him that his plane had exploded.
"I'm sorry for your loss..." Fex said, sympathetically.
To his surprise, Max just said. "Don't worry about it. I hadn't seen him for a while when he died. He had been staying with his mother for about a year when he joined up. He said he'd visit me the first leave he got... He never got to the first leave. So, I guess his death hasn't sunk in since I haven't seen him in a while..."
A brief silence fell over the room.
"Oh, well..." Said Max. "We need to finalize the sale on that pistol. I still need to run a business here. You can understand, right?"
"Yeah, let's do that..."
Fex and Max went back downstairs.
? later...
Two mps were hanging around town near the midnight hour. They were smoking, telling dirty jokes and harassing people. They were on a playground and they were the bullies. They could do anything they wanted.
"Hey..." Said the mp to the left. "Have you heard about the guy that's killing mps?"
"Yeah, I have." The other mp responded.
"I heard that he only kills at night... Like right now."
"Don't worry. There's two of us and only one of him. We can take him."
"Have you heard the other things about him?"
"Like the fact that he always shoots for the head and blows the brains of his victims out?"
"Well, yeah, that too. But what about the rumor that he has a cape and one red eye or how about that rumor that he was resurrected from the dead somehow?..."
"...That's a bunch of bullshit..."
"What about the rumor that he eats the brains?"
"Oh, come on! He does not eat..."
A jingling sound came from nearby. A young lady had just closed shop at her pet store. She was heading home for the night.
The older mp dropped his cigarette on the ground and smashed it with his boot. "She's a fine catch..." He said. Then looked over to his partner, raised an eyebrow and said. "Wanna' get her?"
His younger partner nodded.
The girl was walking down a well lit street, but that didn't make the walk home any less creepy for her. It was so quiet. So quiet, it was deafening. That was the worst part about it. She didn't mind the fact that it was nighttime. Just the fact that it was so quiet. And that she couldn't see anything off of the roads.
She stopped in the town square for a second. She checked her purse to make sure she remembered her cute little plush dog that she loved so much. Just as she remembered, it was in there. The plush dog made her happy and it also made her smile whenever she saw it. She closed her purse.
...It was so quiet...
"Hey..." A voice said to her. She looked up to see an mp strolling up to her from an alleyway. She knew she was in trouble.
"What's an attractive young girl like you doing out at this hour?"
She slipped her purse over her shoulder and stood up. "I was just heading home..." She replied. She began walking home calmly.
Another mp stepped into her path. "What's your rush?"
...She really was in trouble now...
She turned and began running towards the alleyway.
"HEY! WHERE YOU GOING? FUCK!" The younger mp yelled. They both took off after her.
She got into the alleyway, but they were right behind her. The footsteps echoed between the buildings. Their footsteps got louder and louder as they got closer...
Both of the mps tackled her.
"GOT YOU!" The younger yelled.
They let go of her for a second, and she rolled over and smacked them in the face with her purse. She had filled it partially with rocks, in case something like this were to happen.
Even though she had stopped them for a second, it wasn't enough for her to get away. The next second they were on her again, holding her down.
"GO FOR IT!" The older mp told his partner as he was holding the girl down. His younger partner reached with his right hand for her cloths...
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" The girl screamed.
"BOOM!"
In one quick second, the young mp saw his hand lurch sideways as if hit by something, then sever and fly off in a fountain of blood. Then he felt immense pain and grabbed the stump on his wrist.
"ARGH! OH! OH! JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?"
The older mp looked down an intersecting alleyway...
...He couldn't believe what he saw...
Although he could barely make it out, he knew what it was. A caped man with one red eye walking slowly towards them...
"HOLY SHIT! I'M OUTTA' HERE!" He let go of the girl and went running out of the alleyway. The girl just stood there, in a vegetated state having been doused in the younger mps blood.
"Girl..." Said the caped man quietly. She snapped out of it. "Go. Get out of here. You do not need to see this..." She didn't need him to tell her twice. She got out of there quick.
The caped man began talking again.
"And if thy right hand offend thee, cut it off, and cast it from thee:..."
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU...!"
"BOOM!"
A bullet entered the mps left shoulder, emptying more blood and shutting him up.
"BE QUIET! I AM TALKING HERE!" At this point, the caped man was at the intersection of the alleyways. He lowered the gun at the mps face. "So... let me finish... for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,..., Saint Matthew, Chapter 5, verse 30."
Fex pulled the trigger. The bullet splattered the mps brains all over...
? later...
Fex and Max were on the second floor of Max's store, talking. Fex's holy war had been getting attention.
"They've set up a curfew now." Max said. "They're intensifying searches and patrols to try and get you."
"It doesn't matter..." Fex answered. "They won't get me. I know their tactics too well." He took the pistol out of his trench coat.
"Supposedly, the military has heard about your little crusade here. They might send more troops in here..."
Fex laughed. "Don't you understand? I'm not worried about getting caught!" Fex walked to the stairway.
"I'm worried about you getting caught."
"Tch!"
"Did I tell you that I knew you were coming beforehand?"
Fex stopped, turned around and looked at Max. "How?"
"A woman came in here about a day or two before your arrival. She showed me a picture of you and told me you were coming. She me to keep you focused on your objective... Finding out who killed your father..."
Fex suddenly grabbed Max's shirt by the collar. "WHO WAS THIS LADY? WHAT DID SHE LOOK LIKE? WHERE DID SHE GO?"
"I don't know! She didn't say her name! She kept her hood over her face! And she didn't tell me where she was going!"
Fex let go of Max. Then he turned back towards the stairwell.
"Wait? What are you going to do?"
Fex stopped and turned back towards Max. "I don't know what I'm going to do. But she's right..." Fex cocked the slide on his pistol backwards. "I've got to keep the initiative..." He let go of the slide and cocked a round in. He turned around and headed down the stairs.
"ALL CHILDREN DISOBEY THEIR PARENTS!" Max yelled after Fex. "AT LEAST YOUR FATHER CAN BE PROUD THAT YOU ARE BREAKING HIS ORDERS IN HIS HONOR!"
Fex slid his arms into the trench coat and shoved the pistol out of view. "Do me a favor... Don't compare me to your son..." Fex walked out of the store. As he walked out the door, he had an interesting idea...
Fex went to the payphone near town square. He picked up the receiver and slipped some quarters in. Then he dialed in some numbers...
A young girl answered...
"Hello?"
Fex smiled. "Hello, Diz..."
"...Fex?..."
"...My sound and fury signifies nothing..."
"...FEX!..."
"..."
"...WHERE ARE YOU!..."
Through the air...
A whistle...
"...DO YOU WANT US TO SEND SOMEBODY TO PICK YOU UP!..."
Dead...
Dead signal...
Fex hung up. He walked to the edge of town square and lit a cigarette. Nicotine made him calm...
He looked up... Across the square... At the mps...
And they hardly knew...
A whistle...
A drop...
Hey there, salamander...
"...,...,..., Time paradox...,...,..."
The big bang...
Doesn't compare...
Brought down...
To the floor...
The air of excitement...
And the air of terror...
It had begun...
The dinosaur...
The meteorite...
Picasso...
Shitty artist...
Giant bugs...
Paul Verhoeven...
In the end...
And the giant head rip...
OKAY! OKAY! I KNOW THAT LAST PART MADE NO SENSE THERE, BUT THERE'S A GOOD REASON FOR THAT! I'LL JUST SAY EXPECT SOME CLOSURE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Plz review!