End Chase Scene NewbNewt 2014/05/20 (Tue) 07:48 No. 179835 ▼
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Some of you surprisingly forget that we have guns.
"YOLO!" you screamed that word as loud as possible.
Which is an utter nonsense, since if You Only Live Once, why would you flung yourself towards a locomotive?
Maybe, you are crazy. Maybe you actually have some form of undiagnosed mental illness that makes you want to constantly try to commit suicidal acts yet at the same time being too awesome to die.
That sentence was probably also nonsense.
But being nonsensical has its own good, you know? I mean, Albert Einstein wouldn't have invented the atomic bomb if he followed the rule of common sense. I mean, look at that hair! Dude's plain crazy, I'd say.
Anyway, you somehow managed to not being turned into a trainway pancake, and are now driving on a desolated road with barely any streetlight, forcing you to rely on the one headlight you have left.
In front of you, there's your laptop. Well, the van carrying your laptop, but you don't care about that. You just want to retrieve your laptop.
Also, you think there is a young girl involved somewhere, you are not sure, plenty of things happened in the last couple hours, and you are rather sleepy.
You can see in your left the train that had almost re-christened you as 'roadkill' driving calmly in the opposite direction as you, as if nothing had happened. What a smug snake-y bastard.
Alright, enough with the nonsense. Let's end this.
You grab your umbrella and jam it into the radio system, breaking it completely and utterly destroy the integrated tracking chip inside, leaving you free from the annoying meddle of the upholder of the law.
You can argue that the law are there for a reason, but you cannot argue that sometimes, the law should not be considered as literal as they want you to think, and that you should see it simply as a mere guideline when dealing with extreme situation. Like a stolen laptop. And maybe kidnapping, you're not sure.
You slam the accelerator yet again, forcing the exhausted police car forward. Despite the damage, police car is still deliberately faster than a lumbering, bulletproofed van, and in no time, you've already caught up to the van.
You don't think you need the siren anymore, since you don't see any other car on the road. So, you turn it off.
You notice the men in the van are preparing to shoot you again through the van's windows. But this time, you are prepared. Before they have the chance to take aim, you had already cocked your stolen Glocks. Both of them.
Holding a pistol in both hands, you start firing away at the van's backdoor, completely demolishing your front windshield in the process. The cold of the midnight air hit you hard in the face, as you hold the steering wheel with your thigh and keeping one foot on the accelerator. But more importantly, your improvised suppressing fire manage to keep the men at the back of the van to keep their heads down, allowing you to accelerate safely until you are side by side with driver of the van, close enough for both of you to clearly identify each other.
The driver, unlike the men in the back, are not heavily armored, but is wearing a mundane looking blue jumpsuit like any normal delivery personnel. Obviously a part of the disguise these guys had planned for a quiet retreat, before you blown their plan to hell and beyond.
That suppressive fire just then left you with only one pistol with three bullets in it. You decide that this is a good time to be a naturalist. Safe the bullets, safe the nature, less gunpowder emission and casing waste, or something like that.
You fire one bullet through your side window, aiming directly at the driver's head. But your bullet bounce off harmlessly against the van's bulletproof glass.
Alright, time to get close and personal.
You continue to accelerate until you are driving smack-dab in the front of the van, blocking it's way.
And then, absolutely without prior warning, you hit the brake.
A loud sound of bending metal can be heard as the front bumper of the van smashed hard against your car's booth, giving you one heck of a kick to the back of your head.
"Ow! My neck!" you sworn silently.
You pull the handbrake, locking the rear wheels completely. You can smell the burning rubber and the sound of your tires getting murdered as the van desperately tries to shake you off from its bonnet.
But you are holding on, masterfully manipulating the front wheels so that your car will stay connected to the van at all times, constantly eating away at its momentum.
Suddenly, the van stops, and so are you. From the rear view mirror, you see the driver gets out from his seat, carrying what you deduct as the standard MP5. He is then followed by the other three men holding MP10s. Guess these people finally decide to permanently swat away the one annoying fly that's been bugging them all night.
You grab your pistol and your umbrella, and jump through your now inexistent windshield and quickly duck behind your car, just before another swarm of bullets flies through the place where your head once used to be.
You keep your head low and your back planted to the ground. From the gap between the car and the ground, you can see four pairs of feet advancing towards your position.
You pull the trigger of your pistol and release one bullet towards the first man's foot.
As your ears confirm the scream from the first man's mouth, you quickly raise your body and fire another shot straight into his temple. The first man, the driver, promptly falls dead. Three men left.
Three men whom quickly retaliate with three automatic weapons fired at once at your general direction.
You quickly planted your back to the ground again. You peek once more through the gap between the car and the ground, and this time, you see three pairs of feet, one corpse, and his MP5 lying on the ground.
You use your umbrella's handle to hook into the MP5 and pull it closer to you. Then, you throw your empty pistol away, and reach out under your car with your now free hand.
You now have an MP5.
You fire away at the feet of the remaining three men through your car's underside, with your side firmly planted against the ground, forcing you to aim sideway. But the inaccuracy factors are completely nullified by the MP5 sheer rate of fire.
The howl of three toe-agonized men reach your ears, signaling you to once again rise out of your cover, and open fire.
You let out two three-rounds bursts in a quick succession, aiming at the two nearest heads. Your small caliber bullets manage to ripple through their gas masks, entering their skulls, but fail to break through, leaving them bouncing around against the inside of the skull and turning the brain into a very morbid version of swiss cheese, killing the two men instantly.
You're about to do the same thing to the last man, but when you redirect your gun at the fourth man, he is already in the process of falling over.
The fourth man lies dead on the ground, and replacing him, standing and pointing her pistol at you, is the girl in the white shirt you've seen before, bloodied and battered as she was dragged out of your bathroom.
The key difference this time is that she's no longer has that hopeless look in her eyes. Instead, on her face now you can see an aura of pure determination, like a tiger two second before a fight to the death.
The kind of expression that tells you that she would not hesitate to pull that trigger and shoot you in the face.
The girl starts to speak in a firm tone, but she stops mid-sentence to take one deep, audible breath before continuing.
Her voice is a little lower than you would expect from a girl this young, giving her a slight sense of masculinity. Also, you can't help but noticing her thick Japanese accent.
"....are you? And why shouldn't I shoot you?"
Note: these sentences may not be the exact wording.
[ ] I have a gun too, you know.
[ ] I'm on your side. Maybe.
[ ] Hi. You've been inside my bathroom.
[ ] These men took away something precious to me. I'm just passing through to take it back. You do whatever you want. I don't care.
-It's not like I come here to save you or anything! Dummy!
[ ] I'm just a man that is currently in need of some sleep. So please stop aiming at my face before I accidentally shoot your eyeball off.
[ ] Welcome to America. Sorry for the mess.
[ ] Write in. Keep it short and sassy, preferably under two sentences.