My darkest story yet (one part) THE HUNT
Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 9:38 pm
Okay, this is my darkest story yet, please leave feedback guys! Much appreciated. 
The body slumped to the ground, splashing up blood on Vince Napier's arms and shirt. "F*ck!" That's all he needed, more blood on his hands. He grabbed the body by the shoulders, pulling it through the mud and into a deep shadow. He leaned against the wall.
"You guys are relentless." He checked inside his pocket to make sure that he still had his knife on him. It was there. Good. He'd need all the weapons he could find. These Men in Blue were pure evil- he had been locked up in their facility for years, until he had managed to escape. All he wanted to do was see his daughter again.
And if it meant killing these guys, he would do it. They would just as soon do the same thing to him anyway. They were vicious, a large organization who had the citizens in fear. He looked around the corner of the building he was resting against. He was on Maple St. Sh*t. He still had a couple blocks to go. Might as well get started.
He moved out, slowly, a little tense, the knife in hand. He checked out the whole backyard, and there was nothing to see. Good. He wasn't a killer; he didn't want to have to kill more than he had to. Peering over the fence, he saw nothing, and quickly climbed over it, making more noise then he wanted when he landed on his ass on the other side.
He froze- there was a loud clatter on the other side of the yard. He silently, but quickly, ran to his right, behind a trash can. And sure enough, there he was, a Man in Blue, in the flesh. This one seemed to have a pistol. Vince would have to go about this carefully. The guy was talking to himself, pacing back and forth across the yard. As soon as his back was turned, Vince charged at him.
The guy turned, but it was too late. Vince plunged the knife into his neck, tearing it out a second later. Blood sprayed his face, but he didn't care. The guy was on the ground, holding his neck, which was now bleeding all over the place, all over the ground around him. Vince knelt down, stabbing the f*cker right in the heart. It took a couple seconds, but eventually he died, the last flicker of life leaving his eyes.
Vince picked up the handgun, ejecting the clip and checking how many bullets were left. The whole clip was full, 10 bullets in it. He slid it back into the gun, pulling the slide back to make sure there was a bullet in the chamber. There was. Good. Enough with hiding in the shadows. It was time to kill these f*ckers with force.
He left the knife in the body's chest, running across the yard with the gun in both hands. He went around the side of the house, crouching by the the fence to see out onto the street. There were about ten of those bastard Men in Blue agents on the street, all probably waiting for a chance to blow his head off. No way. Not him.
But even so, ten of them against one of him wasn't a very smart idea. He decided to play it safe, at least for a bit. There was a dumpster about ten feet away from him; he ran forward and kicked it as hard as he could. Only one of them heard it; the helicopter circling overhead drowned out the noise. The Man in Blue walked forward casually, shotgun in hand, anxious to see what made the noise.
As soon as he reached the dumpster, Vince jumped up from his hiding place on the other side and aimed right at his face, pulling the trigger. He had never shot someone before. It shocked him more than he thought it would. The bullet caught the Man in Blue's cheek, tearing it completely off in a spray of blood and muscle. He tried to let out a yell but only a wet gurgle came out. He fell backward, hitting his head off the pavement and knocking him out.
He wouldn't be waking up. Vince looked and saw the inevitable- every one of the f*ckers, all nine remaining Men in Blue running toward his location. Sh*t. He quickly aimed the gun at the closest one and fired, the bullet catching him in the eye and blowing out the back of his head. Only eight bullets left, and eight f*ckers to kill- unless he could manage some more headshots he was screwed.
As quickly as possible, he bent down and picked up the shotgun, slinging it over his shoulder and keeping the pistol in hand. He leaped the next fence, firing blindly as he did. He heard a shout of pain. "The motherf*cker got me in the arm! I'm gonna kill that bastard!" Vince frowned. Sh*t. A waste of a bullet. He looked around. He was on the end of the road, by the cemetary gate. It was time.
He turned the corner with the shotgun in hand, pistol jammed in his belt, and caught the Men in Blue by surprise. Pulling the trigger, he caught three of them with the wide shot, only killing two. The third fell on his ass screaming. He wasn't gonna be getting up, the shot hit in the stomach. Now they were firing back, and Vince dove for cover behind a red SUV parked on the curb.
There were only five left, but they were creeping up on his position. He thought of his chances. If he made a run for the graveyard he would surely be shot down in a hail of gunfire. If he stayed in this spot he would be ambushed and shot up. And if he tried shooting at them, he would still die. Not good, not good at all. Wait a second. He had an idea. He gripped the shotgun tight, listening in.
It sounded like they were all around the car now. Okay. It was now or never. He bolted across the street, his enemies too confused by his sudden move to fire at first. As soon as he reached the other side of the street he turned around, aiming at the gas tank of the car. Right as he pulled the trigger, one of them fired, the bullet tearing through his elbow. He dropped the shotgun and yelled in pain, the car blowing up across the street, wiping out the rest of the Men in Blue.
He fell to the ground, inspecting the wound. It was bad, a big hole right through his left elbow. It would be nearly impossible to shoot now. But he needed to see his beloved daughter Darlene again, he needed to, these evil Men in Blue wouldn't be able to stop him. He took the pistol out of his belt, not being able to hold the shotgun in his condition. He stood up slowly, a little woozy.
Here it was- the final stretch. Through the graveyard and down Oak St., to his sister-in-law's house- and his daughter. He got another clip from one of their dead bodies, sure that backup would be on the way. The chopper was gone now, they must have called it off. Vince aimed the pistol at the lock on the cemetary gate, blowing it off and yanking the chains off before walking in. It was quiet, and he was getting a bad feeling. He didn't like it.
He ran through the cemetary as fast as his legs could carry him, carefully moving around headstones and statues until he reached the other gate. This one was unlocked, seemingly broken open by vandals. He pushed it open, too hurt and tired to care if he was seen now. It was just a long sprint down the road. He was halfway there when he heard footsteps.
Turning around, he saw two Men in Blue standing there, armed with pistols, trained on Vince now. "Oh sh*t." He turned to run, but it was too late. He heard a gunshot, followed by another, then a third. At first he was stunned. He couldn't tell what just happened. But then he felt it. Intense, burning pain in three spots on his back. He opened his mouth to curse them out but all that came out was blood. He fell, no longer able to control his body.
The last thing Vince Napier saw were the Men in Blue standing over him triumphantly.
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Officer Douglas Carson stood over the criminal's body, smiling. His partner, Neil Smith, had his mouth over his hand. "We got him, Neil. This sh*thead thought he could escape from the state pen? He killed some of my best friends tonight. Good, upstanding officers of the law."
Looking at Neil, he noticed the shock in his young eyes. "Don't worry Neil, he's a sex offender and a cop killer. He deserved it. Search him." Neil snapped out of it, slowly walking toward the dead body, now lying in a pool of blood. He found a letter in his pocket, written sloppily with pen. He read it to himself.
"This guy was gonna rape his little girl. He was gonna rape her and kill himself." Doug shook his head. "Jesus Christ. I told ya, we were justified in killing him." Neil could only nod, shocked by the events that had just unfolded before him. Only his second week on the force, too. "Radio the ambulance. Tell the Chief that we got him."
Neil did what he was told, ready to go him and see his family, sad for the murdered men that would never see theirs again.
The body slumped to the ground, splashing up blood on Vince Napier's arms and shirt. "F*ck!" That's all he needed, more blood on his hands. He grabbed the body by the shoulders, pulling it through the mud and into a deep shadow. He leaned against the wall.
"You guys are relentless." He checked inside his pocket to make sure that he still had his knife on him. It was there. Good. He'd need all the weapons he could find. These Men in Blue were pure evil- he had been locked up in their facility for years, until he had managed to escape. All he wanted to do was see his daughter again.
And if it meant killing these guys, he would do it. They would just as soon do the same thing to him anyway. They were vicious, a large organization who had the citizens in fear. He looked around the corner of the building he was resting against. He was on Maple St. Sh*t. He still had a couple blocks to go. Might as well get started.
He moved out, slowly, a little tense, the knife in hand. He checked out the whole backyard, and there was nothing to see. Good. He wasn't a killer; he didn't want to have to kill more than he had to. Peering over the fence, he saw nothing, and quickly climbed over it, making more noise then he wanted when he landed on his ass on the other side.
He froze- there was a loud clatter on the other side of the yard. He silently, but quickly, ran to his right, behind a trash can. And sure enough, there he was, a Man in Blue, in the flesh. This one seemed to have a pistol. Vince would have to go about this carefully. The guy was talking to himself, pacing back and forth across the yard. As soon as his back was turned, Vince charged at him.
The guy turned, but it was too late. Vince plunged the knife into his neck, tearing it out a second later. Blood sprayed his face, but he didn't care. The guy was on the ground, holding his neck, which was now bleeding all over the place, all over the ground around him. Vince knelt down, stabbing the f*cker right in the heart. It took a couple seconds, but eventually he died, the last flicker of life leaving his eyes.
Vince picked up the handgun, ejecting the clip and checking how many bullets were left. The whole clip was full, 10 bullets in it. He slid it back into the gun, pulling the slide back to make sure there was a bullet in the chamber. There was. Good. Enough with hiding in the shadows. It was time to kill these f*ckers with force.
He left the knife in the body's chest, running across the yard with the gun in both hands. He went around the side of the house, crouching by the the fence to see out onto the street. There were about ten of those bastard Men in Blue agents on the street, all probably waiting for a chance to blow his head off. No way. Not him.
But even so, ten of them against one of him wasn't a very smart idea. He decided to play it safe, at least for a bit. There was a dumpster about ten feet away from him; he ran forward and kicked it as hard as he could. Only one of them heard it; the helicopter circling overhead drowned out the noise. The Man in Blue walked forward casually, shotgun in hand, anxious to see what made the noise.
As soon as he reached the dumpster, Vince jumped up from his hiding place on the other side and aimed right at his face, pulling the trigger. He had never shot someone before. It shocked him more than he thought it would. The bullet caught the Man in Blue's cheek, tearing it completely off in a spray of blood and muscle. He tried to let out a yell but only a wet gurgle came out. He fell backward, hitting his head off the pavement and knocking him out.
He wouldn't be waking up. Vince looked and saw the inevitable- every one of the f*ckers, all nine remaining Men in Blue running toward his location. Sh*t. He quickly aimed the gun at the closest one and fired, the bullet catching him in the eye and blowing out the back of his head. Only eight bullets left, and eight f*ckers to kill- unless he could manage some more headshots he was screwed.
As quickly as possible, he bent down and picked up the shotgun, slinging it over his shoulder and keeping the pistol in hand. He leaped the next fence, firing blindly as he did. He heard a shout of pain. "The motherf*cker got me in the arm! I'm gonna kill that bastard!" Vince frowned. Sh*t. A waste of a bullet. He looked around. He was on the end of the road, by the cemetary gate. It was time.
He turned the corner with the shotgun in hand, pistol jammed in his belt, and caught the Men in Blue by surprise. Pulling the trigger, he caught three of them with the wide shot, only killing two. The third fell on his ass screaming. He wasn't gonna be getting up, the shot hit in the stomach. Now they were firing back, and Vince dove for cover behind a red SUV parked on the curb.
There were only five left, but they were creeping up on his position. He thought of his chances. If he made a run for the graveyard he would surely be shot down in a hail of gunfire. If he stayed in this spot he would be ambushed and shot up. And if he tried shooting at them, he would still die. Not good, not good at all. Wait a second. He had an idea. He gripped the shotgun tight, listening in.
It sounded like they were all around the car now. Okay. It was now or never. He bolted across the street, his enemies too confused by his sudden move to fire at first. As soon as he reached the other side of the street he turned around, aiming at the gas tank of the car. Right as he pulled the trigger, one of them fired, the bullet tearing through his elbow. He dropped the shotgun and yelled in pain, the car blowing up across the street, wiping out the rest of the Men in Blue.
He fell to the ground, inspecting the wound. It was bad, a big hole right through his left elbow. It would be nearly impossible to shoot now. But he needed to see his beloved daughter Darlene again, he needed to, these evil Men in Blue wouldn't be able to stop him. He took the pistol out of his belt, not being able to hold the shotgun in his condition. He stood up slowly, a little woozy.
Here it was- the final stretch. Through the graveyard and down Oak St., to his sister-in-law's house- and his daughter. He got another clip from one of their dead bodies, sure that backup would be on the way. The chopper was gone now, they must have called it off. Vince aimed the pistol at the lock on the cemetary gate, blowing it off and yanking the chains off before walking in. It was quiet, and he was getting a bad feeling. He didn't like it.
He ran through the cemetary as fast as his legs could carry him, carefully moving around headstones and statues until he reached the other gate. This one was unlocked, seemingly broken open by vandals. He pushed it open, too hurt and tired to care if he was seen now. It was just a long sprint down the road. He was halfway there when he heard footsteps.
Turning around, he saw two Men in Blue standing there, armed with pistols, trained on Vince now. "Oh sh*t." He turned to run, but it was too late. He heard a gunshot, followed by another, then a third. At first he was stunned. He couldn't tell what just happened. But then he felt it. Intense, burning pain in three spots on his back. He opened his mouth to curse them out but all that came out was blood. He fell, no longer able to control his body.
The last thing Vince Napier saw were the Men in Blue standing over him triumphantly.
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Officer Douglas Carson stood over the criminal's body, smiling. His partner, Neil Smith, had his mouth over his hand. "We got him, Neil. This sh*thead thought he could escape from the state pen? He killed some of my best friends tonight. Good, upstanding officers of the law."
Looking at Neil, he noticed the shock in his young eyes. "Don't worry Neil, he's a sex offender and a cop killer. He deserved it. Search him." Neil snapped out of it, slowly walking toward the dead body, now lying in a pool of blood. He found a letter in his pocket, written sloppily with pen. He read it to himself.
"This guy was gonna rape his little girl. He was gonna rape her and kill himself." Doug shook his head. "Jesus Christ. I told ya, we were justified in killing him." Neil could only nod, shocked by the events that had just unfolded before him. Only his second week on the force, too. "Radio the ambulance. Tell the Chief that we got him."
Neil did what he was told, ready to go him and see his family, sad for the murdered men that would never see theirs again.