Kong, King Chapter 3
Roaeaor: What's up? Just had to post my new ideas. Kasma Kuska, Daaaaaaaamn! Anyway, story keeps goin'!
Raor: Jack couldn't believe what he was seeing. Kong stood in front of the Empire State Building, staring at Carl's car. Jack went back in time as Kong began to run in the other direction.
When he had arrived at his car, he had discovered that some trouble makers had made off with his coupe. Jack had run all the way up Wall Street, following the screams.
As he turned a corner, Jack saw Kong smashing cop cars on his way to freedom. Ann still in his hand, Kong began to move in on a tank that had just showed up to the scene.
The tank's driver sat in his cockpit staring at the colossal ape in front of his vehicle. Monkeys didn't walk like in the movies. Kong certainly did not. He stood on all fours. Like a king. Kong, King of Skull Island. And from the way things were lookin', Manhattan. King Kong, The Eighth Wonder of the World. A damn primate.
Kong reared back on his hind legs and roared. As his ear shattering roar, Kong began to beat his chest. As he did this, the tank fired, barely missing Kong. And Ann.
Kong stared furiously at the tank. Right dead at the driver. Kong began lumbering toward the tank, a sinister gleam in his eye.
Ann screamed as her captor hurled the tank into the nearby billboard.
She felt Kong moving again, and she fainted.
Jack couldn't think. All he could do was drive ,following Kong to the Shipyard. To Jack's Ship. Jack hit the gas.
Raoeayar: Well, headed toward destruction, We on the Highway to Hell! Please R&R, with all opinions out in the open. Thanks!