Post by jerichomccoy on Jan 11, 2006 23:12:13 GMT
Howdy doo! This here is a Bladerunner fan-fic and I wanted to know if I was going the right direction(I'm sure at least one of you heard of the movie ;D)
Here it goes!
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The apartment was filled with cigarette smoke. An ashtray with seven extinguished protein-synthesized nicotine sticks laid on top of the couch arm rest. Rick was usually not the type to smoke, at least not the real stuff, but it was his last night. After they find him, it will not matter if his lungs are blackened a little bit by a Boyard cig.
Heh, like if it really would make a difference if I smoked an artificial to a real cig, he thought slightly to himself as he paced back and forth in the living room. I had a chance to escape... but I did not take it. And now I can actually feel regret...
A hard knocking came from the apartment’s door. Rick took one long look at the only way out and sat down on his couch. If it had to end like this, he will at least be in a peaceful mind set.
“This is Hermann Stucov from the L.A.P.D. Unlock your door and place your hands on top of your head!” From the accent, the man sounded like he was from Neo-Russia. However, it still held power and authority for whoever so listened. Too bad I don’t have that human necessity to fear him, thought Rick.
“This is your last warning! Open your door or we will have to use necessary force!”
Funny, I thought it was supposed to be two more warnings before using ‘unnecessary’ force. They must really be after me. Rick placed an old CD in the music player and jammed it up as to block any noise outside of the apartment. He gripped something underneath the couch seat and placed the cool black metal on his lap.
Hurry up and burst through already.
Muffled orders from the other side of the door was heard then there were three taps on the door frame. After seven seconds, the door blew apart from the edges and tore it down. Four police officers came through, riot gear and blast shields forming a two by two entry, covering the areas around them for another squad to come through.
However, it was not a squad the Riot police were protecting but one man wearing a black leather jacket, huge shoulders, and a grey crew cut. Giving the hand signal to investigate the other rooms for possible hostiles, the big man walked up to Rick and knelt on one knee, placing his Blaster pistol on the floor. Rick closed his eyes and gave off a sigh as the black object felt warm in his hands. No fear.
“It is over, comrade.” It was the Neo-Russian.
Rick felt a tear scroll down his face. For what reason, he was unsure of but he was losing feeling of the object in hand. It was now or never.
“Does it even matter any more?”
The Russian sounded puzzled. “What does?”
“Choice.” With that said, Rick placed the barrel of the gun underneath his chin and pulled the trigger.
Here it goes!
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The apartment was filled with cigarette smoke. An ashtray with seven extinguished protein-synthesized nicotine sticks laid on top of the couch arm rest. Rick was usually not the type to smoke, at least not the real stuff, but it was his last night. After they find him, it will not matter if his lungs are blackened a little bit by a Boyard cig.
Heh, like if it really would make a difference if I smoked an artificial to a real cig, he thought slightly to himself as he paced back and forth in the living room. I had a chance to escape... but I did not take it. And now I can actually feel regret...
A hard knocking came from the apartment’s door. Rick took one long look at the only way out and sat down on his couch. If it had to end like this, he will at least be in a peaceful mind set.
“This is Hermann Stucov from the L.A.P.D. Unlock your door and place your hands on top of your head!” From the accent, the man sounded like he was from Neo-Russia. However, it still held power and authority for whoever so listened. Too bad I don’t have that human necessity to fear him, thought Rick.
“This is your last warning! Open your door or we will have to use necessary force!”
Funny, I thought it was supposed to be two more warnings before using ‘unnecessary’ force. They must really be after me. Rick placed an old CD in the music player and jammed it up as to block any noise outside of the apartment. He gripped something underneath the couch seat and placed the cool black metal on his lap.
Hurry up and burst through already.
Muffled orders from the other side of the door was heard then there were three taps on the door frame. After seven seconds, the door blew apart from the edges and tore it down. Four police officers came through, riot gear and blast shields forming a two by two entry, covering the areas around them for another squad to come through.
However, it was not a squad the Riot police were protecting but one man wearing a black leather jacket, huge shoulders, and a grey crew cut. Giving the hand signal to investigate the other rooms for possible hostiles, the big man walked up to Rick and knelt on one knee, placing his Blaster pistol on the floor. Rick closed his eyes and gave off a sigh as the black object felt warm in his hands. No fear.
“It is over, comrade.” It was the Neo-Russian.
Rick felt a tear scroll down his face. For what reason, he was unsure of but he was losing feeling of the object in hand. It was now or never.
“Does it even matter any more?”
The Russian sounded puzzled. “What does?”
“Choice.” With that said, Rick placed the barrel of the gun underneath his chin and pulled the trigger.
