Contest [Issue 36] Continue the Story... Returns! [Chapter 3]

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

Sounds like a movie.

ikr ;)

[Daniel898 327]

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Forgot I reserved a post on the first page, silly me. :P *facepalm*

Edited July 2, 2015 by Daniel898

[FaaiqBilal1 795]

Sounds like a movie.

 

 

ikr ;)

Like a story that could have been part of a movie or some movie that exists? I didn't copy it .-.

[khaenn35 5]

Hey mods, who do ya think did the best so far?

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

Like a story that could have been part of a movie or some movie that exists? I didn't copy it .-.

yeah and what made you think that we thought that you copied it from a movie?

[Quarks 2,255]

:P Me non-violent. Me not know names of thing that go bang bang XD

This is twice in a newspaper that you have used incorrect english. I am very disapointed. :angry:

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

INNER TRUTHS

PART 3 : DELUDED

what did you mean by "stars pop up in front of my face, as I reel backwards, dazed."? I was confused :huh: Edited July 4, 2015 by 1stsuperwhitedragon

[Quarks 2,255]

Part 3, Distractions and Delusions

 

My eyes searched the room frantically, one door, locked, and presumably with guards waiting for the slightest sound to go in, Ak47’s and AR15’s ready to single in on my heart and send enough bullets into it to supply an army. No go. There was also a window, a nice victorian styled window, delicately placed behind a bullet resistant plexiglass plating. To this day I still do not know why the window was only bullet resistant. Perhaps they were so confident that no one would attack, they got lazy. The world may never know. Finally there was the table between us, a nice cherry table with a modest finish on top, something you could buy at any furniture store. But the windows, they seemed familiar, I racked my brain, I almost caught a glimpse… my careful eyeing was being disrupted, a voice called out pulling me from my subconscious instincts.

 

¨Joseph, JOSEPH!¨ the man yelled, drawing me back to the present, he had slight accent, his j’s sounded like y’s. The accent was barely noticeable, but somehow I picked up on it.

¨yeah¨ I said as nonchalantly as I could, knowing that this would anger the man, people are careless when they are angry. He let out a stream of curses.

¨Pay attention to me! We haven’t started and already you don’t seem to be as alert as before, perhaps the cryogenics through you off.¨ Cryogenics, normally used to keep people barely alive in hope of a cure one day, this is usually for rich people, and that might explain the money in my pocket. I reached back down into my pocket, and the money still felt cold.

 

The man let out another stream of curses, I was getting to him.

¨You still show no remorse for Alexander! You killed him in cold blood, we all say it, all of the Yakuzas saw it, and our British mafia. Alexander was the middle man you *****, he kept the Yakuzas happy, he was inconspicuous, a ten year old boy, and you gunned him down with your freaking Walther P99c. I don’t give a freaking wip to weather he had a knife in his hands, that was part of the stage, YOU said it yourself.¨

 

I decided that understanding this man was more than words, I examine his clothes, a red polo, blue jeans, nike running shoes, a stereotypical agent, who would suspect him. However, I have learned that if you stick out, people won’t look at you, that is too obvious, they look for the inconspicuous. This man needed to learn a lot, still. I then remember his name.

 

¨Peter, still being stereotypical are we?¨ Peter hates it when he is insulted. He always did, that is why he never understood why he didn’t infiltrate for the mafia. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him stand up, walk over to me, and start bellowing in my ear. I caught the eye of something silver, a brief flash on a roof. A single shot was fired, and then Peter fell to the ground, eyes already white and blank. A single bullet, probably from a Dragunov, was shot into the connecting area between the spinal cord and the brain. That is a risky shot, If you miss, they will live, though paralyzed, they are alive. This was a perfect shot though, very little blood, dead before he hit the ground. I imagined Alexander having a grim look of satisfaction on his face he always was an ace shot, ever since he was nine. He was also a good middle man. There were still more targets. I decided to grab my Walther, surprisingly, it still had it’s clip in and a few more scattered around near the magazine belt. I picked it up, and put it on.

 

Only then did the guards come in, I raced to the broken window, looking at a seven story drop. The guards were green, they probably had never seen action, and definitely didn’t expect assassination. A few fumbled with their clips, so overconfident they weren't loaded. This is what saved my life, I could have surrendered, but I quickly pushed that thought away. I looked down, there was a flag pole and a fire escape ladder nearby.

 

¨Don’t do it¨ One of the guards yelled.

To late, I already had made up my mind, I turned and jumped.

 

 

this is around 720 words, but I couldn't find a good place to end, however, whitedragon and TNT were definitely not 500. I hope you enjoy, if you have any comments, feel free to post them, I will do my best. Good luck to all :lol:

Edit: green in this context:wet behind the ears, not ready, not trained, they were not sick

 

Edited July 18, 2015 by Quarks

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

 

this is around 720 words, but I couldn't find a good place to end, however, whitedragon and nitro were definitely not 500. I hope you enjoy, if you have any comments, feel free to post them, I will do my best. Good luck to all :lol:

 

 

I had more than that duh... <_<

For nitro idk because I didn't count his

[Quack4444 3]

Inner Truths:

Part 3: Investigation

 

“Let us talk, shall we…” those words vibrated through my mind like a brick penetrated my head.

 

What does this man want from me? I certainly do not know him. Who could he be?

 

I scoot towards the corner of the compact room, trying to grab something for self-defense. I see my knife and grab it. Pointing it at the man in a large tan-colored trench coat and large sunglasses, I say “Where am I?

Where have you taken me?”

 

The man smiles at me. He lunges towards me with his knife in front. I begin to fire, but I’m only drawing blanks! I feel something hard knock me across the head. I begin to see purple dots in front of my eyes, and I fall to the ground.

 

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I wake up with the moon light in my eyes. I squint to get my eyes use to the bright light. And the first thing I see is a horrific sight: that creepy guy who I still don’t know about. But what scares me even more is the colossal knife I see him holding. It has a tint of what I can tell is fresh blood. Then I realize the pinning feeling in my hand. I bring my hand up to my face so I can see it. All I can see is dried up blood.

 

“Here Drink this. This will make you feel better. And let’s not let that happen again, ok friend?” He says. I hear a hint of a Russian accent in his voice. So maybe that is a clue to where I am.

 

The man hands me a small stubby jar of a suspicious clear liquid. I assume its water, but you never know.

 

“W-W-what is it you want?” I ask in a whimpered voice. I gaze into the glass and take a sip, hoping it’s not poisoned.

 

It’s definitely not water. It tastes sweet. Like a strawberry.

 

The man seems to read my mind. “If I wanted you killed, I would have poisoned that. But I didn’t, so drink up.” He yelps

 

I stare at him angrily.

 

What’s his problem?! He stabs my hand even when he knew my gun was not loaded?

 

“I need you to tell me something.” He says, pointing the bloody knife to my chin.

 

“Hold the phone.” I say, not fearing the knife for some strange reason. “I need answers too! Like where have you taken me?”

 

“That’s not important now. All I need to know is why you shot and killed my son, in cold blood.” He says, with an angry expression on his face, moving the bloody knife closer to my chin.

 

Wait, stop everything! Who did I kill? And if I did kill someone, there must be a reason! I would never kill anyone in cold blood!

 

I take the money out that I had in my pocket and examined it. I still wonder why I would kill someone and steal their money. I realize that I am holding 20 hefty bills in my hand now, but i cant place what currency it is.

 

I’m not a murderer! What kind of person am I? Is he on my side? Or am I the bad guy?

 

“Who are you?” I inquire

 

“Your worst nightmare.” He says with a demonic laugh.

 

I glance at him, and dive toward the doorway.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Word count: 561 words. (Just a little over, you said that was okay. :D )

Edited July 8, 2015 by Quack4444

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

I nearly jumped for no reason when I read the 2 last lines :blink:

[Quack4444 3]

I nearly jumped for no reason when I read the 2 last lines :blink:

Aw. Ya did? Thanks, bruh! That makes me feel really good about my story!

But its still under construction. I'll finish it later today.

[Quack4444 3]

Good luck to all the entries by the way. May the best man, or woman win. (although idk if any girls entered)

PS. mine is not under construction anymore! :D

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

Aw. Ya did? Thanks, bruh! That makes me feel really good about my story!

But its still under construction. I'll finish it later today.

r u upset of what I said??? and I won't be able to read your final edit

[Raredust 454]

Inner Truths

Part 3 - Discussion

 

"In--Information about what?" I ask with a slight stutter, followed by an involuntary swallow.

 

He immediately reveals impatience as he replies, "Don't play games with me. I'm not in the mood."

 

"No really, I--I can't remember. I took an injury to the head."

 

A slight grin slowly expands across his face. Within seconds, it fades. "Information on the boy."

 

With those words, my memory roars at me. So much is explained. I spend a few seconds staring blankly, taking joy in the simple pleasure of remembering. However, this joy instantly deteriorates at the thought of the trickery that lingers in the situation.

 

His face forms an expression that he's soon to let his impatience thrive, so I immediately speak the words that come to my mind. "I already told you where he is."

 

"Oh? Well I just searched there and he was nowhere to be found." He explains, becoming more annoyed with every word.

 

I know I'm right. I know the boy was where I claimed, but this deceit speaks otherwise. How was I foolish enough to tangle myself into this scheme?

 

The fact that the boy he speaks of is the one outside the door causes my nostrils to flare in rage.

 

Should I call his... their bluff? This accusation could very well cause my death. After all, why should they let me live if I've found them out? Should I fight him? No, he's too big. What CAN I do? Wait... I must speak something.

 

"I know he was there. I swear he was there."

 

He leans toward me. "We could not find him!"

 

I think intensely while wiping a small wad of the man's saliva off my brow. Then I remain undecided, unsure about what to say, what to do.

 

He continues, acting as if he is suddenly formal. "You know, the deal was never modified. You must keep your end of it." He proceeds while slowing the rhythm of his speech, "You owe me... a lot."

 

I simply sit on the cot, trying to form a word, but without a voice. Some part of me gives a sigh of relief as the steel door is suddenly forced opened, causing both me and the man to quickly divert our attention. It is the boy, the one that lunged at me with the knife. The sheer memory of his face almost causes me to jump at him, but my emotions are composed.

 

He gives the man a deadly stare, "You mean he owes us."

 

The man rolls his eyes, "Oh please, of course you know that I meant--"

 

The boy interrupts. "No! I can see right through you! You'll take the money for yourself! If you don't share, then I'll tell--"

 

As the boy tries to finish his statement, the man throws aside his knife, runs at him, grabs him by the upper limbs, and slams him into the wall. The man's face grows red due to fury. He then growls in wrath, "You imbecile! I'm going to share the money! Do you understand me? I will! Now don't say anything stupid!"

 

As this event takes place, I strive for the corner of the room. My mind is fixed on one, simple goal;

 

Grab my gun.

Edited July 6, 2015 by Raredust

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

 

I think we found the winner of this contest

And our new reporter

[Raredust 454]

^ Haha, I wish.

Edited July 6, 2015 by Raredust

[Quack4444 3]

r u upset of what I said??? and I won't be able to read your final edit

im happy about what u said! :D

[HELGANSRULE 1]

Inner truths

Part 3: Reality and Confusion

 

                The man slowly closes the door and locks it shut, leaving the boy outside, and slowly makes his way to where my gun was. I was thinking about making a dash for the gun, but I realized that I was still too weak to reach it before he did. I just watched as he picked up the gun and walked towards me. He pointed the gun at me.

                "Just a precaution, I hope you don’t mind", he said.

                Then there was the gunshot followed by an enormous pain at my knee, all I felt was pain, pain surging through my leg and concentrating at my knee cap which probably wasn’t there anymore, I was crying out loud while he was just there watching, waiting for me to finish.

                "Are you done yet?", he asked me. "That was nothing compared to what happened to your colleagues, but they still didn’t give me what I wanted. Let's hope that you are different." Calmly he sat down on the chair in front of me, leaving me in curiosity.

                "Colleagues?" I asked.

                "Didn’t expect you to remember as none of them did remember anything, which led to terrible tragedies."

                "What did you do to them?", I asked with fear.

                "Let's just say that you are the last one remaining, who experienced the incident", he answered. "Let's get down to business, shall we?"

                "Where am I and who was that kid outside?" I asked.

                Suddenly filled with rage he said, "I ASK THE QUESTIONS..." and he slapped me with the butt of the gun. "…and there better be answers."

                He sat back down and put his hand to his forehead and gave out a sigh, "Why can't any of you do what you are told? It is a simple task and you still do not do it correctly." He continued to keep his hand on his head for a while and it  seemed that he was muttering to himself. He then got up from the chair, walked towards the door, unlocked it and walked out of the room. I noticed that he did not lock it after him. I decided to look outside and make a run for it, but when I got up my knee burst into pain and I realized that he knew what he was doing. After the pain was ignorable again I tried to recall the incident again.

                …The grenade exploded nearby but I wasn’t hit badly. I looked around slowly and saw the boy in a pool of blood, it was his blood, he was critically struck with the grenade and he was dead. Then I turned to the man who shot the grenade, he looked shocked or terrified, couldn't recall properly. Was it the same man who just left or was it someone else, did he run, leaving me as the only evidence to the boy's death? I couldn’t remember as the vision slowly faded away.

                The man came back and said, "I hope you made use of the time you had as I will not stand anymore nonsense…I WANT ANSWERS! and I'll do anything to get them."

                I waited in silence making sure I did not make a wrong move and I waited for him to begin. Then his answer came.

                "Good."

 

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Hope 550 words is not too much  :D  :D

Edited July 10, 2015 by HELGANSRULE

[VxV 40]

Your entries are awesome guys.I like HELGANSRULE entry.

[HELGANSRULE 1]

Your entries are awesome guys.I like HELGANSRULE entry.

Thanks dude

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

I had more than that duh... <_<

For nitro idk because I didn't count his

It's not even 400 :P I had exams k

And please, call me praty. Nitro is my new nickname. And, even if you want to give a nickname to that nickname (pun?), then call me TNT

[HELGANSRULE 1]

It's not even 400 :P I had exams k

And please, call me praty. Nitro is my new nickname. And, even if you want to give a nickname to that nickname (pun?), then call me TNT

Coz im TNT(oi...oi..oi...) TNT...

AC/DC reference :)

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

Coz im TNT(oi...oi..oi...) TNT...

AC/DC reference :)

Nah, I don't listen to AC/DC :) I chose the name because it has a cool and genuine short form

[HELGANSRULE 1]

Nah, I don't listen to AC/DC :) I chose the name because it has a cool and genuine short form

Nice Choice