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O'ahu

Posted by ZeeAk - August 11th, 2007


Prologue:

"My name is Jasan Brown. I am the sole survivor of an attack on the Hawaiian island Oahu, leaving the 900, 000 dead residents behind me, floating. This is my story."

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I moved my sunglasses off my face, and placed them on top of my head. "Boo-yah!" I yelled, as I turned the boat's wheel left. The boat swerved left, bouncing off the top of the waves. I spun around again, 360ing. I ran down the stairs to the cooler, and grabbed a Sprite. I turned to the left, and jumped onto the leather chair. "This rocks."

--

I stepped off the boat, onto the wooden dock, my flip-flops slapping the wet boards. "Welcome back, Jasan." I told myself. I heard a small tinny nearby rev it's engine, and speed off, bouncing violently off the waves. I squinted, using my hand to blot out the sun. There were two Japanese people inside. One driving, the other...

The second passenger turned, a machine gun in his hand, and opened fire. The bullets ricoheted off concrete marina. Other bullets splintered the wodden ramp. I held my arms up, and sprinted onto my boat, reaching into the cooler, and grabbed my hand gun, running up to the boat's wheel. I spun it around, and accelerated.

The Japanese passenger screamed at his companion in Japanese. "Drive!" The gunner screamed, in Japanese. The driver looked at him, accelerating. The gunner turned around, and starting firing again.

I ducked, as the bullets ricoheted off the metal bull bar on the bow of my boat. I jumped back up as the Japanese gunner reloaded his gun. I aimed my hand gun at him, and fired. My bullet bounced off the metal side of the tinny, just below the gunner. I fired again. This time the bullet went straight and true, and slammed into the gunners chest, pushing him backwards, into the driver.

"One more!"

The driver screamed at me in Japanese. "I hate you!" The Japanese driver screamed at me. I laughed. He swerved his boat, and turned toward me, accelerating. "Bastard!" I yelled. The Japanese driver smiled, as he jumped in the back of the boat. I vaulted over the front of my boat, into the Japanese boat. I grabbed my gun and shot the man. He fell back into the water, inhaling as much water as he could. I jumped onto the stern of his boat, and turned around. "Oh damn..." I muttered, as the two boats collided. I jumped as they crumpled, and the tinny began to sink. I grabbed the Japanese man's collar, my gun in his face.

Under the water, he clenched his fist, and swung at me. I evaded his first blow, but his second hit my jaw, and my natural reaction was to pull the trigger. So I did. The bullet shot through his skull, and he died instantly. "Fuck.." I watched the small tinny submerse completely. I also watched as my boat tilted backwards. "No one else's." I said, and shot the engine. The boat exploded and sank into the water. I shook my head, and swam off.

--

I climbed onto the dock, and ran and grabbed my towel, spraying the salt water all over the small marina. I flicked my keys around my finger, and unlocked my Lotus Excige, opened the door, and climbed in. I turned the car on, and began to drive.

--

I heard something roll around in the back of the car. I grabbed my gun, and placed it at the back of my seat, leaning forward, and pulled aside. I fired, and the shell exited the back of the car. I fired again and again. Ther third shot hit something, and I heard a loud thump in the car's trunk. I got out of the car, and ran to the back. I opened up the trunk and saw a dead Japanese man with something in his hand. It was beeping. "Oh.." I said. I jumped over the railing on the road, and grabbed it, my legs falling off the cliff. The man was holding a bomb, and it exploded in the car's trunk. The front of the car spiralled in a 2 ton fireball, and ripped a huge part of the road railing, burning the neaarby metal and vegetation.

--

I climbed back up, and onto the road. "Damn!" I yelled. The charred body of the Japanese bomber lay on the road. I stared at the body, and grabbed his collar. It crumpled, and fell apart in my hand. I moved the body with my feet, and kicked it over the cliff.

--

I ran along the highway; five miles, until I got back to Waikiki. I could see the Sheraton, and I ran forward. The light flashed red, and a Chevrolet sped through huge groups of civilians. The Chevrolet slammed into several of them. "What the hell?" I yelled, and sprinted acorss the road. I had my right hand in my pocket, and held my gun. I sprinted after the Chevrolet. I ripped the gun from my pocket. "Stop!" I yelled. A Japanese man turned around in the back and smiled at me, showing his ugly teeth. I fired, and the window at the back shattered. The Japanese man dived behind the trunk's door. I jumped onto the pavement, and jumped onto a construction site. I kicked one of the metal rods holding it up, and I jumped back. The entire metal rig collapsed, and the Chevrolet stopped, the brakes screeching. Hundreds of metal poles slammed and bounced around the street. The Chevvie's bonnet was crushed and obliterated as the poles slammed into it, pounding the entire vehicle.

--

I ran over to it, through the mess of metal. I held my gun out in front of me, in my right hand, and my military badge in my left. It read 'Sergeant'. I opened up the Chevrolet's right front door, and a dead driver rolled out. I shot the body to make sure. It whimpered, and jumped a little. The police surrounded the vehicle. "They aren't dead!" I yelled. I heard a Japanese man inside yell out, "Aren't we?" in Japanese. I smiled, and yelled back, in Japanese. "If only I didn't understand Japanese." I smiled again. Gunfire suddenly erupted from inside the Chevrolet. The machine gun bullets tore through several police officers. "Move back!" I yelled, putting my badge back. I grabbed a small bomb from my pocket. I ran back and threw it. It bounced beneath the Chevrolet. I held my gun up, looked the Japanese gunner in the eye, and shot the bomb. It erupted into a huge fireball. The massive explosion ripped the Chevrolet apart, and I dived behind a nearby car. Three nearby police cars were flung into the air. "Move!" I screamed, above the roar of the crowd.

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One of the three cars smashed into a nearby building. The car exploded, and ripped the building apart. The second exploded in mid-air, it's two parts flying side ways into the busy streets. The third spiralled through the air and smashed into the street behind me, leaving debris and destruction behind. I shot it, and it exploded, so it wouldn't kill more people.

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I walked into the police station. "I'm gonna need a new boat. And car." I said, as I slammed the door to the Sherriff's office. He looked up from his paper work, saw me and stood. "And why the hell would I do that?" He asked. I smiled, spinning a chair around, and faced it at him. I sat. "Becuase, only three of your officers are dead. And only one injured." The Sherriff looked at me. "That was you?" I nodded. "You better freakin' believe it. Why? Couldn't you tell?" The Sherriff sat back down. "Just making sure, son." I shook my head. "I am no longer your son. Not after what you did!" I yelled. "Give me my damn boat, and I'll leave!" I slammed my fist down. "And my car." My father looked at me. "Fine. Just get out."

--

I drove away from the police station. The Lotus Excige felt just like my old one. My seventh one. The boat would come next week. I placed my gun on the left seat. The Sheraton loomed ahead. I drove into the parking garage. I opened the door, and jumped out, kicking the door closed. I spunt he keys around my finger, and slipped it into my pocket. I ran over the bus station, and into the lobby. I ran over to the elevators. I ran into the elevator, and went up.

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The elevator stopped halfway up. "What the hell?" The door opened on floor 6. "Get out. This could go bad." I told the others in the elevator. One Asian man tried to stay in. "Out!" I yelled in Chinese. I kicked him out, shutting the door. "Idiot." I said to myself. The elevator went up a little then stopped again. The elevator sped up, and went up three floors at a time. It suddenly stopped, at the 23rd floor. The door opened. "Welcome, Mr. Brown."

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Floor 23 was scarred. The walls were charred, burned, slashed and wrecked. Bodies were scattered, and huge holes led to shattered windows and sacked rooms and suites. It was a mess. I stepped out of the elevator. Two Japanese men grabbed my arms as I stepped onto the floor itself. "We have you now." They jeered, in their own language. "Do you?" I asked them, in Japanese as well. A well-dressed, obviously high ranked, man walked in the area. "Well, Jasan Brown. I never expected YOU to speak our language." He sneered at me, in English. "Neither would I..." I muttered. He smiled, and chuckled slightly. "You are funny man, Mr. Brown." I shook my arms. "God, I hate your accent." The man grabbed a gun and aimed it at my face. "So would I." He smiled again, taunting me. I spat on the ground. "You probably guessed right already." He told me. "I did do this." I looked him in the eye. "Ah-why?" I asked, sarcastically. He lowered the gun. "Very well, funny man. I tell you, because you die soon. I did this, so I could hide myself. Soon, elevators no go to 'dis' floor." He put emphasis on the 'dis', mocking the Americans. I smiled to myself. "Very well."

--

I grabbed the wrists of the men holding my, and twisted them, pressuring their veins. "Shoot," I began. "And they die." The business man looked at me, raising his gun again. He fired. I threw them both in front of me, and the first fell to the ground, the bullet in his body. I wrapped my now free hand around the second man's throat. The man with the gun spat. "Bah! They mean nothing to me." My hostage looked at the other man in horror. The business man smiled. I looked away, hearing the sharp gun shot, and the low grunt of the other man. I grabbed my own gun, and fired at the living man, before diving behind a large pot. "You think you've won?" The man yelled. He spat again and shot at me twice, before he ran off. "Damn!" I got up from behind the pot, and ran to the dying victim.

--

"Not quite what you had in mind?" I asked the dying man, in Japanese. He shook his head. "Don't blame you." I inspected his wound. Deep. Real deep. His appendix had taken a hit, and it was almost penetrating the skin on the other side of your body. I grabbed my gun, and asked him a question. "Slow? Or fast?" The man looked at me, raising two fingers. "Fast." I said. I shot him in the head, and he died instantly. I stood up again. I heard a phone ringing. A cell phone. I ran to the first man's body, and pulled his phone out from his jacket pocket. It was a call. I answered. The man on the other end was the man who had killed the man I was beside, and wounded the man behind me. "Hello. I knew you couldn't resist." He paused. "Neither could I." I hung up, and threw the phone into an elevator, and hit down. I heard the beeping as the countdown continued. The elevator began to slowly creep down. "Damn this!" I shot the elevator cables, and it plummeted. I closed the door, and listened for the explosion. It fell for several second, and then exploded.

--

Stairs. A lot less lethal than falling elevators with cell phone bombs in them. But, it was nice to go a little slower for once. This was supposed to be my holiday. And, my house was a suite in the Sheraton Waikiki. "Why?" I asked myself, turning and running up the stairs, to the 27th level. Everything there was fine. But it was quite. I ran out of the stairwell, and to the elevators. Still no sounds, no noise, no distraction. "That could be bad.." I slammed the 'up' button, and the elevator behind me opened up. There was no ding. I ran inside, and pushed the 29 button several times. The elevator shot up, too fast. "What the hell?" I heard the PA above my ding, like a bell, before saying, "Have a nice day!" As it always did when you reached the 29th floor. But I kept going. "No!" I yelled, and shot the control panel. The elevator stopped, momentarily. I shot the door open button a few times. "Damn!" I yelled, when nothing happened. The elevator began rising again. Faster. I aimed up. The elevator's familiar bumping sound stopped. I'd gone too far. I looked back up. And fired. I fired again, and again. Nothing. "Ah!" I yelled, kicking the door. It buckled slightly, and I shot it. It opened, and the elevator de-pressurised. I watched as the elevator shot past the last floor, and the cables collapsed. The elevator kept going, on it's own momentum. "Smart bastards." I jumped out of the door, as the elevator shot through the roof. I landed on the roof and rolled. I grabbed my gun, watching a small light began flashing. It started flashing faster and faster. "Bomb!" I shot it, but it exploded first, and my bullet was engulfed by flame. "The Japanese have time on der hands, Mr. Brown." I turned around. It was the business man. "Yea, they do." I answered. "It wasn't a question! But, I have a client to please, not a stubborn sergeant." He ran to the edge of the roof, and jumped. "Idio-?" The man reappeared, clutching a helicopter's skis. "Good-bye." He jeered, as he climbed in and flew off.

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I sat on the edge of the roof, with nothing but my clothes, my badge and a hand gun. "Fantastic!" I yelled, out to the streets. "I could risk a jump." I said, to myself, sub-consciously. There was a small construction site just below me. It was, really, a small part of a complex construction project, also around the Sheraton. The view was nice though. It was just the sitting duck part of it that had me worried. But, I asked myself, why the Japanese? Honestly.. I shrugged. Oh well. I ran to the edge of the building, where the Japanese man had jumped, and caught the helicopter. "How the hell could you not notice a massive freaking helicopter JUST outside your damn room?!" I yelled. "900, 000 of you people LIVE here! Wouldn't you at LEAST notice a huge-ass chopper?" I shook my head. "Forget it."

--

I jumped onto a small section of scaffolding. The workers looked at me, stunned, that a sane man would fall 30 feet onto scaffolding. "What?" I asked them. A Chinese man ran up to me, and pushed me. I shot the floor underneath him, holding my badge up. He held his arms up in surrender, and walked away. I watched ahead of me, as a huge military chopper flew up, aiming it's guns. On me. "Move!" I yelled to the man, and tackled him to the ground. He started yelling at me in Mandarin. I jumped to a lower level of scaffolding, as the helicopter's gun ripped through the one above. I heard several men collapse and die. "I gotta off here!" I yelled at the workers. "Move!" They retreated to the edges, not noticing the chopper until too late. "Again!" I yelled. The guns tore through everything. Wood, steel, concrete. Flesh. I jumped from the scaffolding onto a building, and sprinted across the roof, diving behind a huge air conditioning vent. The chopper stopped, tempting me. The guns stopped momentarily. I slipped my gun through a piece of vent ducting, and took a fairly poor aim. I fired twice, both bullets cracking the chopper's windshield. I pulled my gun free, and ran again. The chopper's machine guns started to fire at me again. I jumped off the building, onto a pile of old, used tires. I fell inside one, and kept falling until I hit the ground. I watched the chopper fly overhead, as it's pilot looked around. I tried to take aim, and I fired my gun, but it hit the tires. "Damn!" I put my gun down, and crawled my way out, through the back of the pile, to inside the building I was on top of. Sunlight filtered in through the thousands of bullet holes, and a few bodies lay on desks, or on debris or the floor. Computers were torn up, and their wiring frayed, and sparks cascaded around me. I kept running, until I reached the back door. It was locked. I shot the hinges, but the lock held the door in place. I had to hurry. The pilot would figure it out soon. I ran back to the bodies, and huddled them together. I looked in all their pockets, and sleeves. Nothing. I ran around to the desks, looking frantically through the papers. I kicked a computer a off a desk, creating a cloud of dust. I coughed, and continued searching. I ran to the far side of the room, and something glinted in my eye. I ran over to it. "Keys!" I picked them up. I heard the door bell ring, and I dived behind a desk. "We did good." I heard, in Japanese, from the doorway.

--

"Scavenge the bodies! Find that key!" I looked at the keys in my hand, closely. I almost swore, slamming my fist against the ground. They were broken. The bullets had ripped them to pieces. I heard an explosion nearby, and ducked behind the desk again, as tires flew in through the windows, rolling around the office. "This is the police!" One of the Japanese men dived behind a desk, as his comrade was shot by the police. I dived out from behind my desk, and used the tires as cover. I fired a few times, hitting one of the five men in the head. Three left. I stood up, and kicked a tire at the leader of the party. "Oi!" I yelled, and fired at him, missing on purpose. "You missed!" He jeered. The police group came closer, and jumped in through the windows. "Cover fire!" I yelled at them, as the leader dived behind the other side of the desk. I grabbed another tire, and threw it at the desk. It bounced on the ground, just in front of the desk, and the desk flipped up, and the computer slipped off, just in front of the leader's face. I shot the computer, and it exploded. The desk caught fire, and slammed into the ground, burning everything in it's way. I dived behind a desk, as the burning one slammed into the printer, lighting the thousands of pieces of paper alight. The printer burned, and exploded, as the flames gripped the cords. The second last Japanese man dropped to the ground, as a grenade tore through the building. The other fled the building, and police shot him.

--

I left the building. The police surrounded me. I shoved them out of the way. "Some peace force you are." I told them, sarcastically, as the office building began to burn. "Might need the fire guys, too." I shook my head, and drove off in one of their vehicles. The city was nice. Much nicer than having an entire building collapsing around you, and a helicopter tearing up whatever you stepped on. But they were all Japanese. "This place has been bombed before." I told myself. I nodded, and drove toward Pearl Harbor.

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I arrived just in time for the SS Missouri tour. I paid the fee in cash, as I got there, and noticed that several of the people in my group were Japanese people with large backpacks. We got to the security, and they brought out a lot of Fanta and Coke bottles. "Good to go?" They asked in Japanese. The security personnel waved them through. I got up to security. They saw the gun in my pocket and pulled me over. I showed them my badge. "Fair enough." They said.

--

The ship was big. But that wasn't my concern. The Japanese tourists kept dropping their bottles, and leaving them there. I watched them closely. They were smart. One of them dropped his bottle, and picked it up again, attempting to clear all suspicion. One of the pulled back, and walked alongside me. "You just can't leave alone, can you?" I looked at him, in the eye. It was the business man. "If you defuse those bombs, and leave here, no one will die. You've lost enough men." I told him. He nodded. "Yes, there have been several losses since you showed up. "But, even if I did defuse those bombs, that wouldn't save your precious Harbor." He smiled. "It's much more complicated than that."

--

I pulled him aside. "You stop whatever is going to happen to this place, and I'll let you leave this place alive." He spat, again. "I already told you, it's much more complicated than that." I grabbed him by the shoulders, and threw him against the wall of the boat, hard. The boat swayed a little. I heard the tour guide in the distance tell everyone it was the waves. "If only it was the waves." I told the man. He looked at me. "Please, call me Nagusa." I dropped one hand, and laid my entire arm over his shoulders. My other hand grabbed my gun, and I aimed it at his stomach. He smiled. "You think you can win? Just by killing me?" I looked at him. "Maybe." I readied the gun. "I can shoot, and I can kill you." Nagusa looked at me. "I know you can." I pushed the gun against him harder. "But I'm not scared." He told me. Even with me dead, the entire operation will go ahead." I spat. "You're an evil poet." I replied. I looked at him again. "Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you." Nagusa looked at me. "I can't." I held my finger on the trigger. "We both know this bullet will penetrate this entire ship, and take seven innocents with it." Nagusa nodded. "But, that won't stop the destruction. Only I can." I glared at him. "Call it off. And you live." He swallowed, clearing his throat. "I would die anyway. So, either way." I heard an explosion rock a part of the ship we'd been through. Nagusa smiled. "So it begins." I threw him on the floor, and kicked his temple. His unconscious body sagged to the ground. I ran after the tour group. They were about 100 metres away, clutching the hand rails. I looked at the Japanese people, shooting them all. The tour guide looked at me. "National security." I told her. He grabbed a whaling spear and pointed it at my heart. "Prove it." I held my gun. "Move, or I will be forced to kill you." He stood still. I held out my badge. "Counterfeit!" She hissed. "You're in on it too, it seems." I told her, smiling. She glared me. "I warned you." I fired. Her body collapsed, and I grabbed the spear before it hit the ground. "Show time."

--

"Everyone! Get off this ship. Get out of this harbor. You still have time!" I yelled. I shot a nearby security door hinge, and pulled the open with the spear. "Go!" I yelled. I turned and ran to the bow of the ship. Another explosion shook the ship violently. As of yet, no structural damage had been done. We weren't sinking. I looked out of a nearby window. "My god.." A submarine was floating in the harbor, firing at the ship. I knew where the bottles were. Then I realized. The bottles weren't bomb, they were reactants. I turned around, also realizing that security door led to an outside walkway. 12 people were using that walkway. One torpedo, and they would all.. I watched the sub fire two torpedos. One tore the security walkway from the boat. The other circled the submarine, until one of the tour people were almost ashore. The torpedo exploded on the walkway, tearing it from the shore, and the 12 people began to fall into the water, 40 feet below. They huddled together, trying to keep the walkway straight and centered. "Damn!" I yelled, as a single piece of wiring stopped the walkway from completely plummeting. The bottom of the walkway slammed into the water, and four people collapsed into the water, where a mine caught them off guard. The mines explosion shook the ship, slightly tearing the hull. The water began rushing in, and the ship slowly began to tilt and tip. The waves slammed against the walkway, and the two children lost their grip and fell, killed by another mine. The ship was rocked again, and I fell, dropping the spear. It fell down the side of the ship, into the engine room, bound to cause more damage. I ran back, battling the waves and shaking of the ship. I grabbed all the bottles I could find, and turned back, to find a huge hole in the side of the ship, and waves spilling over, into the boat. I held the bottles carefully, and put my gun back in my pocket. I sprinted toward the bow again, as the submarine tore another hole in the ship. This hole shook the entire boat, and the survivors of the tour group fell into the water, where a third and final mine sought them out, and killed them. The final explosion tore a huge hole in the side of the ship. The SS Missouri was sinking. Fast. Waves and wind spilled into the boat. I ran over the wet walkways, and made it too the bow, as the boat began tilting. I locked the door behind me, and left the bottles lying against the door. I picked one up and opened it. The liquid spilled out, revealing a small plastic explosive. I threw it into the water. The bomb shorted out, and became useless. I did the same with the others, apart from one. I took it with me. I ran up the ship, and began climbing the railings, and walkways. I threw the bottle up, and it went through a small gap between the door and the wall. "Done."

--

I climbed up to the door, as the Missouri became almost vertical. I stood on the very bow of the boat. I ran to the other side, grabbing the bottle, and ran. I could see the submarine. It couldn't see me. I reached the far side and jumped. I sailed through the air, as the Missouri sank into the water forever, it's fragile metal twisting and buckling as it hit the ocean floor. I leaned next to the submarine. I swam over, and climbed on top of it. I placed the bottle just above the cockpit, and jumped off. I swam away, and the waves carried me closer to shore. The bottle moved a little. I grabbed my gun, and shot it.

--

The bottle exploded, ripping the front of the submarine to shreds. It stood no chance against the powerful concoction of liquids in the bottle. Water immediately slipped into the submarine, quenching the flames, allowing the survivors to escape. But it was a Japanese sub. The moment there was a breach everything would shut down, to ensure survivors, in most occasions. But right now, not quite. Three men emerged from the sub, their bodies burning and melting. They collapsed into the water, the smoke rising from their bodies. I sat back on the shore, as the two security personnel looked at me, their mouths agape. I stood up. I put my gun in my pocket, and walked over to them. I looked behind them, and saw Nagusa climb out of the water. He had his gun in his hand, and he shot the two personnel.

--

"You happy?" I asked him. "Hell no!" Came his response, quick and deadly. I aimed my gun at his head, but he fired first. I rolled to the side, and fired again, my bullet slamming into his ankle. It shattered the bone, and Nagusa dropped to the ground. "No one deserves this. Call off whatever the hell it is you have planned for this place, and I will never bother your organization again out of my own will." I told him. I extended my hand out to help him, and he tried to cut my hand with a knife. I jumped back, and shot his elbow. "Never!" He screamed, his wet hair covering his blood shot eyes. He got up, and ran at me. I sidestepped him. He came back, and I dropped my gun. I grabbed his elbow, and his wrist and pushed his entire arm backwards. He screamed in pain, and I dropped him. He got up again, and charged at me a third time. I grabbed his wrist, and his fingers, and pried them away from his knife. He dropped the knife, and I knelt, holding it up with my other hand. "This is a nice knife. Shame to have some blood wreck it." I warned him. "Bah! It will be yours!" He screamed at me. I dropped him, and moved the knife. He fell next to it. "I don't want to have to kill you." I warned him again. "Arhh!" He yelled at me, as he ran forward.

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I side stepped, and tripped him. He landed on his face. I turned, and put my back to him. He ran at me, and dived onto my back. I grabbed his wrist again, and twisted it, and twisted his entire arm. He screamed in pain, and fell off my back. I ran to my gun, and dived for it. Nagusa ran back to his knife and ran at me. I hurriedly reloaded my gun, missing the magazine slot, wasting precious time. I turned around, as Nagusa jumped and flew through the air at me. "Die!" I slammed the magazine in the slot and fired.

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Nagusa overshot me, and I got sprayed with a small amount of blood from the wound. Nagusa, however kept going through the air. My shot hadn't hit his heart. I wanted him alive. It was my war now. He still clutched the knife, and landed hand first, breaking his wrist and fingers. I grabbed my gun again and shot just behind his kneecap. "Tell me what I want to know, and I will let you go." He just lay on the ground. "Nagusa!" I kicked him, and he rolled over, blood spilling from a wound in his heart. A wound that didn't go the whole way through. His eyes were wide open and glazed over. He was already dead. I looked around. He couldn't have shot himself; his gun was behind the two dead security personnel. His knife. It was still in his fingers. I looked at it. It was covered in blood. He had stabbed himself. Accident or on purpose, it didn't matter. He was dead.

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The sniper climbed up the hill, and made it to the crest. Finally. It had taken him three hours to get where he was now. He pulled his rifle from his backpack, and laid it out. "Show time." He lined his eye up to the scope, and swivelled the rifle on it;s stand, trying to find me.

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I looked around, as I stepped into my Lotus. I looked back, at the burning wreckages, and the spurting water. I knew that at least 20 people sank to the bottom of the ocean with the submarine and the SS Missouri. Nagusa lay dead on the shore. I sat down in my Excige, and shut my door. I turned the car on, and drove off.

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The sniper watched as I drove off, staring at me, in shock. He was a profesional. And he failed. He folded his rifle back into his bag, and walked off.

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I watched as a Japanese man stood up and walked down the hill. I spun my car around, doing a 360, and drove toward him. I slammed through a fence, and the car's bonnet was ripped to shreds. The fence bounced through the air, and slashed at my windshield. My car slammed into another fence, and it shattered my windshield. I ducked behind the dashboard, and left my foot on the acclerator. I kept going, and my car slammed into the side of a hill, and it began spiralling out of control. I kicked at the door, and the hinges snapped, as the door slammed into the ground, and buckled and shattered. I rolled out, as the car kept spinning, and smashed into another hill, and crumpled up, before exploding.

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I stood up, to find a sniper running toward me, with his gun in hand, aiming at me. I rolled to the side, and shot his gun. The barrel broke, and he dropped the rifle, and grabbed a handgun. I rolled again, and shot him. He dropped to the ground, bleeding, as his pistol bounced down the hill. I ran up, and shot him in the head.

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I looked over at my car's wreckage, and the glass and steel at the gaps where I had run through the fences. I looked down at my arm. "Crap!" I yelled. Blood flowed from a wound in it, where a piece of the fence had obviously sliced it. I ripped part of my pant's leg off, and wrapped it around my arm, and ran back to where I had come into the harbour from.

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I sat back in the trolley, looking back. I slid my wallet back into my pocket, and turned around. No-one on this particular trolley was Asian, or more particularly, Japanese. I stood up, as we turned a corner, to face a scene of horror.

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The intersection was blocked off in every direction, except the south, the direction I came from in the trolley. There were at least one hundred Japanese militia, all carrying machine guns, piling bodies and forming mantlets of debris. I stood up in the trolley, and grabbed my gun. I aimed up, at one of the Japanese men, and fired thrice. Two of my bullets glanced off the mantlet, and the third struck one of the support beams on the mantlet, and it toppled to one side. "Down!" I yelled at the trolley's passengers. One man stayed standing, and one of the Japanese men ran over and began to shoot him. Hundreds of bullets peppered his body before it finally dropped. I jumped back up, and shot the man in the head. The Japanese retaliated, and opened fire. Thousands more bullets slammed into the trolley, killing numerous people.

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I looked around me. Everyone, bar myself and the driver, was dead, bullets leaving grisly wounds on their bodies. The driver was clutching his seat, quivering. I crawled over to him, and helped him off the trolley. "Now run." I told him. He nodded, turned and sprinted. I turned back, and looked through one of the many bullet holes. One of the Japanese men was preparing something. I squinted. "Oh god!" The man threw the grenade, and it rolled under the trolley, on the far side. The explosion flipped the trolley, and the bodies fell out, one getting caught next to me, with his head ripped apart from the gun barrage. "This is it. I guess." I said to him, as the trolley landed upside down. "They die, now." The head limped down, as if nodding.


Comments

Become an author >:C

That's why I'm writing a story that doesn't have boundaries, or limits, like the Redesign Battle did, to see how I go. :)

the suspense has reached its absolute climax; you have no idea if it was a japanese army sargeant behind the door or just your boss. i cant wait for more!

I have HEAPS more typed up, ready to be updated, but it's on my Dad's comp. I'll do it tomorrow. For now, I need to relish the fact that I'm home. :)

You are really good at writing its a joy to read your stories.

Thanks. :) I'll update as soon as my dad sends me the rest of the story I typed on his laptop on the plane yesterday. :)

a plane? wow, how far away does your dad live? i'm at my dad's place right now.

We were in America. :) And we flew home. So I used his laptop. :)

cool story. Also, happy clockday.

Thank you muchly. :)

please update soon, this is killing me!

I need Dad to send me the rest.

Wow you seriously have some writing talent can't wait for you to update it.

Thanks. :)

very nice. very VERY nice. but please stop spitting, it's so unhealthy.

I like spitting. :)

Man u r nuts it is way too long :P

It is not. :P