Welcome. This is my second attempt at fic writing.After nobody reveiwed myother story, I decided to write about my favorite character that I've ever played, Scott.I know it's on the short side, But I tried to keep to the origanal story as much as possible, and this is pretty much how it happened. I promise the later chapters will be much longer.Any who, Sit back, relax, close your eyes (it's much better that way) and enjoy the first installment of the SIN series.
Scott's coat billowed behind him as he rode down the hiway on his Harley. The seting sun painted the desert with a reddish tint. His sunglasses stopped him from having to squint to hard against the sun's final rays. He saw the warehouse off in the distance, coming up fast. It could barely be called that, as it was not much bigger than the average barn. He coasted the motorcycle for the last mile, and walked it in from there. He made as little noise as possible as he approached, he was trying to catch them by surprise. He noticed Two other cars. To be technical, one was a van, and one was a Ford Bronco. He felt for his sword. He winced when he remembered that he had to leave the Katana in his hotel room.
Scott O'Connor was intimidating sight. He stood almost a head taller than most men. He had a square jaw and set features. His blonde hair was cut short in a crew-cut. His eyes weren't visable throught his sunglasses. His shoulders were wide, and his chest was sculpted, that mutch was visable through his black t-shirt. Desite the aura of menace that seemed to radiate from him, he was on of those hard to remember people. Perhaps that's why He worked as a plain clothes cop. He pulled his gloves tight and cracked his fingers. The tall man reached behind his back From underneath the red leather duster he wore he pulled out a 10-guege shotgun. He walked slowly up to the door and pumped the gun. He stepped back to kick it down when it burst open and out of it poured two men.
One was dressed in all black like a priest and wore a wide brimmed hat. He stood about a head and a half shorter than Scott. The other was taller than his companion by about a head. He wore old blue jeans and a yellow windbreaker, which was tight against his massive chest and arms. The shotgun was leveled at them without any conscious effort on Scott's part. The man in the priest getup had his hands in the air, while the bigger one held a teenage girl in his arms. Scott didn't know what was going past the fact that the little girl in the man's arms was what he was here for.
His decision was made easier when He heard the shouts behind them. He motioned to the side with his barrel and aimed after the two were out of his line of fire. The guy with a Mohawk that was chasing them down slid to a stop when he saw the huge gun. Scott heard the two men enter the van, but was preocupied with the punker infront of him, who had just jumped behind the door, and when he emerged, he had an Uzi. Scott wasted no time pulling the trigger and pumping. He heard the van start up and he cursed. He ran to his bike and turned the ignition. It roared to life and he looked at the warehouse just in time to see an AK-47 aimed at him. With a curse that was drowned out by the bike's rumbling. He started off and was soon right behind the white van.
He swerved from side to side as bullets whizzed past. He swore again and looked back. The punks were piling into the bronco. He swore again and pulled off the road. He zoomed past the van and kept going for about a mile.. He skidded to a spinning stop, now facing the approaching traffic, and hit the throttle again. He motioned for the two in the van to get off of the road as he charged at them. They obliged and then it was a clear shot at the trailing Bronco. He stayed in front of them Even as they tried to swerve. They pulled left abut a hundred feet in front of him and he measured for it. He put his feet on the gas tank and jumped. His blue streak might have been heard over the engine, but the explosion from impact blasted away all of the words. He flew in the air for a good three seconds before crashing to the ground.