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May 23, 2006, 08:13 PM
Here's a little something for which I've had the idea for a while now, and I finally took about half an hour to write it up.
He was running again. This had become such an often occurrence that it was almost his neutral state. He wondered if that should bother him.
His pursuer was ordinary as well; Diamondus’ police force knew him by name, face, voice and favorite drink. This one, however, was obviously a rookie. First, he had called out a challenge. Real cops shoot first and ask questions later. Second, he had began to pursue rather than subduing with a ranged weapon. Third, well, he was about to test that one.
The two rabbits skidded into the square known as “The Arena.” The area, a ten-yard square bordered on all sides by buildings except for two alleyways on opposite sides, was well known to any criminal or officer in the city worth his salt. With this, the cop had made his third error. It is never a good thing if a pursued criminal leads you to The Arena.
“Halt in the name of the law! You’ve gone unpunished for far too long, Erick.”
Erick Blade swiveled to face his opponent, and intoned coolly, “Have I?” He smiled. The copper’s flowery tongue was almost too much for him.
“You are charged for embezzlement, fraud, and armed robbery. Are you going to come quietly, or will I have to force you to submit to your fate?” Erick’s cool manner was obviously perturbing the police officer. He decided to play the rest of his hand, and drew a one-foot-long thick metal rod. The officer displayed a quizzical expression, then visibly blanched upon seeing a sphere erupt from the top of the rod, a jagged arc of electricity leaping between the two. He instinctively drew his pistol.
“That won’t do you any good; the electromagnetic field from this weapon will disable yours.” Erick appealed to his assailant’s already weak mind. The two stared each other down for one, two, three seconds. Then Erick saw the muscle twitch, and dived to his right half a second before a bright flash signified the release of the gun’s payload. He got up and dusted himself off, giving the impression of extreme cockiness, but inwardly cursing the cop’s calling of his bluff. He had hoped to escape that night without any deaths.
The cop, however, emboldened by his brief success, proceeded to unload the contents of his pistol into the general direction of his opponent. By immediately flopping himself onto the ground, Erick managed to evade most of the shots, but a stray seared a portion of his ear off, resulting in an unpleasant jolt of pain. He got up and brandished the rod-and-sphere.
The officer reached for a nonexistent ammo cartridge, marking blunders four and five. Those two were his last, as Erick, with a flick of his wrist, sent the sphere careening into the cop’s skull with a sickening crunch.
Erick deactivated his weapon, and put it into his pocket. He then began walking off at a leisurely pace, whistling a catchy tune. It was all in a day’s work.
He was running again. This had become such an often occurrence that it was almost his neutral state. He wondered if that should bother him.
His pursuer was ordinary as well; Diamondus’ police force knew him by name, face, voice and favorite drink. This one, however, was obviously a rookie. First, he had called out a challenge. Real cops shoot first and ask questions later. Second, he had began to pursue rather than subduing with a ranged weapon. Third, well, he was about to test that one.
The two rabbits skidded into the square known as “The Arena.” The area, a ten-yard square bordered on all sides by buildings except for two alleyways on opposite sides, was well known to any criminal or officer in the city worth his salt. With this, the cop had made his third error. It is never a good thing if a pursued criminal leads you to The Arena.
“Halt in the name of the law! You’ve gone unpunished for far too long, Erick.”
Erick Blade swiveled to face his opponent, and intoned coolly, “Have I?” He smiled. The copper’s flowery tongue was almost too much for him.
“You are charged for embezzlement, fraud, and armed robbery. Are you going to come quietly, or will I have to force you to submit to your fate?” Erick’s cool manner was obviously perturbing the police officer. He decided to play the rest of his hand, and drew a one-foot-long thick metal rod. The officer displayed a quizzical expression, then visibly blanched upon seeing a sphere erupt from the top of the rod, a jagged arc of electricity leaping between the two. He instinctively drew his pistol.
“That won’t do you any good; the electromagnetic field from this weapon will disable yours.” Erick appealed to his assailant’s already weak mind. The two stared each other down for one, two, three seconds. Then Erick saw the muscle twitch, and dived to his right half a second before a bright flash signified the release of the gun’s payload. He got up and dusted himself off, giving the impression of extreme cockiness, but inwardly cursing the cop’s calling of his bluff. He had hoped to escape that night without any deaths.
The cop, however, emboldened by his brief success, proceeded to unload the contents of his pistol into the general direction of his opponent. By immediately flopping himself onto the ground, Erick managed to evade most of the shots, but a stray seared a portion of his ear off, resulting in an unpleasant jolt of pain. He got up and brandished the rod-and-sphere.
The officer reached for a nonexistent ammo cartridge, marking blunders four and five. Those two were his last, as Erick, with a flick of his wrist, sent the sphere careening into the cop’s skull with a sickening crunch.
Erick deactivated his weapon, and put it into his pocket. He then began walking off at a leisurely pace, whistling a catchy tune. It was all in a day’s work.