Cold Heart Chapter 5: Wreck-It Ralph Vs Sgt. T. J. Calhoun
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Dark Demon122: I'm glad I can write some suspenseful chapters. I thought my suspense wouldn't be that great.
ShadowTeenGirl: Despite only reading text, I can sense your sarcasm.
A Shining Yoshi Star: I thought having Vanellope wanting to go visit Felix would throw the reader's scent off that everything would quickly go back to normal and bring up a twist that Vanellope would get mad at Felix and go storming out. I knew that Felix getting mad would spice things up with my faithful readers. You're gonna have to just wait and see who it is that met up with Ralph.
Ryan Stoppable: I wouldn't say that just yet. Who knows how Felix is gonna react to this chapter.
Dixie Darlin: Yep, just when everything was going to get fixed, it all goes to crap. But can it be repaired now?
Dracorex16: It seems that everything he does gets shot down or reversed on him
Vanilla Butter 88: Not really. Remember in the movie that she got super aggressive with Ralph when she believed he ratted her out to King Candy
An Angry Orc: I've been in the middle of Family Feuds before. It's not pretty.
Okay, sorry for almost a week delay, but I had some One-Shot ideas that I wanted to get out there. Now back to business, this chapter SHALL be rather short, because all it is is Ralph and Calhuon talking this out.
Also, big news about my next story. I have decided which sequel I shall write first. I will give the answer away at the end of this chapter.
And Finally, Jeff Gordon hit a career first Sunday. It's funny, after over 20 years and so many accomplishments, it sounds odd that a champion like Gordon could accomplish a first. But anyways, Jeff Gordon hits four consecutive top tens to start off the 2014 NASCAR Sprint Cup Series Season. A feat he has never done once before.
(With the mystery person)
Unseen to any person inside Fix-It Felix Jr, a lone figure stood behind the shadows on the outskirts of the dark little town called 'Niceland.' The shadowy figure was about seven feet tall and was leaning up against a tree, waiting for something, or someone. Their hand reached down to their pocket and produced a silver zippo lighter and a pack of cigarettes. The pack of white smokes was smacked three times onto the free hand of the figure, loosening up the tobacco.
Click went the lid to the lighter. The figure tried three times to get a spark to light up a flame before bringing it up to their face. The tiny orange flame vaguely illuminated the figure's stern face. The cigarette finally took the flame and the figure closed the lighter. After puffing a few times and flicking the cigarette, the figure looked back towards the train station. "Right on schedule," the figure said as the cigarette bounced up and down in their mouth. Vanellope and Ralph hopped out from the train and started chatting a bit. Suddenly, Vanellope ran off towards the apartment building. She was babbling on about Felix or something.
"I'll be right there kid!" The wrecker shouted as he stretched from the crammed train ride. The figure in the shadows finally could not wait any longer and emerged from their hiding spot.
"Well, hello there Wreck-It," Calhoun said as she flicked the cigarette onto the concrete ground and smashed it with her foot. The Sarge could feel the tension between herself and the giant nine-foot wrecker that had frozen in place at the sound of her voice. Slightly shaking with anger, Ralph slowly turned around on his heel and faced the Sarge that still had a faint cloud of cigarette smoke surrounding her head. Neither of the two said anything for what seemed like an eternity. The events that had transpired built a stone wall between them that now seemed unbreakable. A glare that would make any other character in the arcade soil themselves was plastered onto Ralph's face. All of the anger he had felt towards the Sarge just hours earlier seemed to intensify by 10 every second.
"You, have some nerve showing your face in this game, let alone talk to me," Ralph finally growled out a sentence and gestured towards Calhoun with his index finger. Calhoun's proud face was now replaced with one face that seemed to read 'So?' if she had spoken what was on her mind. Luckily for the gentle wrecker, he could read body language like a dictionary thanks to the same body language used against him by other game characters over the past 30 years.
Ignoring what Ralph had said, Calhoun put her hands behind her back and began to pace around Ralph. Neither of the two avatars' faces changed even the slightest. Both knew exactly what to think of the other, and their eyes never unlocked from the other's. "I know what you've come here for," Calhoun let out quietly as she stopped in front of the wrecker and firmly planted her feet onto the ground. Ralph leaned closer to the Sarge, not backing down.
"Oh yes, please I want to know," Ralph replied in a teasing tone. Calhoun sneered at the comment and leaned closer to Ralph and intentionally breathed into his face, forcing him to smell the nasty cigarette smoke on her breath. Ralph may have coughed a bit, but he never ceased standing his ground.
"You came here to try to get Felix on your side and to avoid me at all costs," Calhoun gritted her teeth and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Oh, I'm sorry, you only got half right, but thank you for playing," Ralph teased and put his giant hands on his hips, "you were a great contestant," he added. Having enough of Ralph's insulting jokes, Calhoun grabbed his one good overall strap and yanked him down to her eye level.
"You think you're so funny don't you you miserable pile of trash?" Calhoun asked, "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. Ever since I met you, you've been nothing but trouble," she added. Ralph seized Calhoun's right hand and ripped her grip from his strap.
"Do you really think I give a crap what you think?" The wrecker asked with teeth gritted so hard they nearly cracked, "after what you said to Vanellope, my brother has no wife as far as I'm concerned," he half yelled and shoved Calhoun away. The Sarge dusted herself off and smirked, knowing what Ralph's weak spot was.
"Let's talk about that little fucking brat," Calhoun grinned evilly and narrowed her eyes at the wrecker. What transpired after that sentence, actually gave Calhoun a feeling of fear for only the second time in her short life. Ralph grabbed her whole body with his fist and squeezed extremely hard and brought her up to his face.
"Don't you evertalk about her that way again, or about her for that matter," Ralph threatened, "you can bitch at me, ridicule me, talk crap about me, but the instant you say one bad thing about my daughter, YOU will know what the bricks feel like after I'm down with them," Ralph said and let go of the Sarge struggling to breath. It only took her a few seconds to catch her breath before she stood back on her feet and delivered a flying round house kick to the side of Ralph's head, knocking him onto the ground. Said ground shook slightly at the force of the near half-ton wrecker slamming into the dirt.
"And if you lay a finger on me ever again," Calhoun wiped her mouth and cracked her neck, "I will show you how the Cy-Bugs feel after I kill them," she sneered and spit on the wrecker. Ralph sat up and lunged at the Sarge, knocking the tram over with her body. Despite being out of her own game, Calhoun could still take quite a beating. "Is that all you got you pussy?!" Calhoun laughed demonically and kicked Ralph in his tenders, causing him to grunt in pain and fall to the ground.
"Cheap shot," Ralph groaned as kicked him in the side of the head. "You're an idiot," the wrecker said in between kicks, "I'm *Wheeze* in my *Wheeze* own game," he wheezed several times.
"Like I care," Calhoun paused to reply, "I've been wanting to do this or a long time for you making a fool out of me!" She shouted and started wailing on Ralph's face. The wrecker finally realized what kind of position he was in. He couldn't literally finish off the Sarge, or she would die and never regenerate, and no one in the arcade would ever forgive him, even Felix. But, just as the thought crossed his mind, a shrill nine-year old voice rang out through the game.
"GET OFF MY DADDY!" Vanellope screeched and glitched onto Calhoun and started tearing at the Sarge's hair. Calhoun growled in pain and tried to pry the spry little girl off of her head, but Vanellope's grip was too great.
"YOU JUST CROSSED THE LINE YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Calhoun yelled and fell backwards to hit Vanellope, but the President glitched to get away just as Calhoun fell. The Sarge sprang back up and picked up Vanellope by her Pony Tail and raised her fist to punch.
"STOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP!" A new voice shouted over the three feuding game characters. Ralph, Vanellope and Calhoun all looked up to see Felix descending the apartment building so fast, it seemed like the hounds of Hell were nipping at his heels. The carpenter landed on his feet and he quickly hopped over to the group. "I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU THREE BICKERING!" He shouted.
"Look Felix," Ralph began.
"SHUT UP RALPH" Felix replied. The wrecker nearly fainted at hearing Felix race his voice like this and actually say shut up, "THIS FAMILY IS GOING TO GET BETTER IF IT KILLS ME! NOW YOU ARE ALL GOING TO FOLLOW ME TO CURE YOURSELVES OR SO HELP ME MOD I WILL FUCKING KNOCK YOU ALL OUT AND DRAG YOU THERE MYSELF!" Felix ceased shouting. His face was beet red with anger and his breathing was ragged. Ralph actually did faint at Felix using the "F Word' for the first time in 30 years.
Shocked, Vanellope and Calhoun let go of each other and stared at Felix in awe. "We're all friends here, it's cool," Vanellope said nervously to Felix.
End Chapter 5
Alright, now I know it is extremely OOC for Felix to use the F-Word. But really, look at how much he has to deal with, you have to give him this ONE slide to lose his cool lol. Please review. I would love to see a short story like this reach 50 reviews.
And before I forget, I shall write Start Your Engines 2: High Velocity first. Thank you to all who voted and Chapter One should be up after Cold Heart is done.
Remaining Chapters:
Chapter Six: Are We Family?