Crime versus Cruelty - Part 2

[Penguin40 1,714]

We see a scene opening.

 

The rebel had killed only one of the two guards, the other shot was to kill a second official who was coming up.

 

“Bye bye, very big member of the terrorists. Bye!” he laughed. Then he shot the official another four times, before cleaning the mess that his shots had created.

 

Central Official Road.

 

The rebel was walking along the pedestrian path on the unusually almost empty road that connected a number of major government buildings. He turned right when the intersection came, before noticing that somebody had eyes on him.

 

He made his way into a building. A man came up behind him, with two knives and a gun hidden. He too went in, and promptly fell down.

 

The rebel had knocked him unconscious with a barrel, and then he dragged him into a room nearby, seating him on a chair. He then had him awoken.

 

“Oh, hello, Tom. I hear you were stalking me? Sorry, you were unsuccessful,” the rebel taunted him.

 

“How could you do this, br…” the stalker said, but was interrupted.

 

“I should ask you that. How could YOU aid those corrupt, cruel terrorists and officials that plague the government? I thought my family was infallible, invincible to any attempts of getting them on the dark side! Well. You’re nobody to me. NOBODY!” the rebel replied.

 

“John.. War...to..n… don’t… do..this.. for.. m..my..sake..,” the stalker uttered, with great difficulty. The water he was woken up with was poisoned.

 

“You’re way too late. Sorry, I had to do this, Tom Not-A-Warton. Bye!” the rebel, John Warton, smirked. He shot Tom about twenty times on the head, spilling blood all over, and killing him.

 

However, just before he made all the shots, the dead man’s hand hit the trigger of a gun he had set below the table while he was alive, thanks to the gunshots and other factors that moved the hand onto the trigger. The shell hit John’s right leg, injuring it.

 

“Ouch, you cruel man, did you really have to cause yet another injury before dying.. ouch,” he uttered. “Get some medic, quick.”

 

He limped out in the building - a local government office building where data was registered. He knew there was an ally of his working in the building, and thus went to a very specific office.

 

“Hello!” he greeted.

 

“Ah, hello! Long time no see. How’re you? And how much progress? And, why are you limping? Medic! Come here!” the man in the office, named Daniel Thomas, replied.

 

“Tom stalked me. I had to defend myself, so I took him in the private room, and killed him. But some forces applied by the pushing of the table and the gunshots caused his hand to pull the trigger, and it hurt my leg badly,” John answered.

 

The medic came in, and quickly healed the wound. Then the official said, “Wait, did you say Tom Warton?”

 

“Yes. And I killed him. I don’t care. But there’s a few more of the cruel terrorists working here, need to get them.”

 

He handed the man a list.

 

“But these men are like invincible! Countless assassination attempts failed, an excellent defense, and their VIP status! Even trying to touch one of them would expose you! I tell you, don’t go for them yourself. Don’t.”

 

“There’s always a first.”

 

And he walked out the office.

 

He walked right, then reached a small door with a warning label. He ensured nobody saw him, then walked in. He went to another office on the right, where there was a meeting going on. Every one of them was in his long blacklist of targets.

 

He stood outside the door, and slightly opened the door such that nobody heard or saw it. He prepared his gun and knives, and shot six bullets, one at each target. Then he opened the door fully, and threw all his knives on the living targets. Two of them, however, missed the knives, but all others were dead.

 

“Who are you?” they said.

 

“Your death.”

 

“Well, then we will be your death.”

 

“Who are you, may I ask?”

 

“Government officials.”

 

“Indeed you are. But the name of government official is merely a disguise, and not who you are.”

 

He shot six more bullets, three at each target. They promptly fell down, dead.

 

A few people came behind him in the room.

 

“Game’s up. You are so dead. Arrest him!”

 

“So you thought,” Warton replied. He let his hands out for the police to handcuff him, and they took him with them, and in a car.

 

Half an hour later, they reached their destination, the police station. They went to take their prisoner - but he wasn’t there.

 

“YOU INCOMPETENT MEN! You’re all fired. Enjoy,” a policeman, enraged at the other men’s failure, barked.

 

Underground, Starilen Data Registration Agency Processing headquarters.

 

John was looking at a few papers on a small table in a massive headquarters of the entire terrorist group, located just underground of the headquarters of the Starilen Data Registration Agency. These papers were coded letters to certain people, or had data stored in the SDRA’s deep archives.

 

This terrorist headquarters looked in fact like another big office of the agency below the main headquarters, as it was designed with falsified SDRA logos, stamps, etc.

 

He read a letter:

 

“Hello. If you are reading this, you know that Operation Control Part IV is nearly done. We are in optimum proximity to assassinate the President and assume power. Then we can restructure the whole government and start exerting power on Europe. We have also been working well on our secondary goal to create fear in the people. The Cruel Agents have, at the time of writing this letter, tortured, kidnapped, and abused more than fourteen thousand people, and successfully seduced about 39% of those people into obeying us and working in our interests. The others are currently being processed, or have been killed by the agents. We will soon seize power, and once we do, the world will never be the same.”

 

We see the scene cut the black.

 

A gunshot.

 

Papers fallen on the ground.

 

t b c.

[Blackdrakon30 2,943]

Approved

 

I didn't see any edits that I had to make, let me know anyone if I missed something.  :P  Anyways, nice job with the tension and dialogue. You definitely managed to make it all feel really dynamic.

[Kuhaku 87]

wow good job, very bloody but I guess it just matters how well you can imaginate what your reading about

[Crip 4,735]

:wub:

 

I like a bit of blood.

Edited March 27, 2017 by Savage

[Penguin40 1,714]

Thanks guys! And it's funny Drak couldn't find any error :D xD thanks a lot, all of you!

[HAPPSHOT 2,029]

KING teach me how to write please

[Blackdrakon30 2,943]

:wub:

 

I like a bit of blood.

Yiper is a vampire confirmed.  :ph34r: