Needs to Remember [Mike VS Jasper]

       They robbed a local bank on impulse, but the money were gone with Mike after things went south when a cop showed up unexpectedly during their escape. There was no plan B.

       "Where is the money, Mike. We don't have to do this. Hell, I don't want to do this to you buddy," Jasper pushed the gun harder against Mike's temple, "Just tell me where the money is and this will all be over." Jasper hit Mike in the face with the back of the gun. Mike's face was already covered in blood. "I knew you had the money when the manager packed them full in the bag." Jasper said. "Please Mike, where did you put them when we ran our separate way? I trusted you man." Jasper paced around the chair.

       The manager didn't care if they took all the money, the insurance company would cover for it. Jasper was on crowd control, but since the bank was deserted at the afternoon, there was only a guard, two staffs and a manager. Mike knocked out the guard first and they did not see the three had any suspicious movement trying to call for help. The cops shouldn't be there at that time.

       "Come on Mikey, is this worth it?" 
       Mike spat blood from his mouth, his eyes closed, his breathing steady, his head nodding slightly.

       When Mike signaled Jasper that it was time to go, they busted out the heavy glass door and went straight for their drive away vehicle, a black SUV. A cop shouted at them as they were approaching the car, they froze for a second there looking at the cop, and ran their separate way. The cop fired a shot but they were out of the street corner.

       "What happened when we separated Mike? Tell me, please." Jasper begged him.
       Mike stopped jerking back and forth.

       Jasper ran along the blocks and hijacked a black sedan, he drove around town searching Mike for a while but decided it was too dangerous cruising in a stolen vehicle. He ditched the sedan at a car park and changed his clothes and carried the bag to the warehouse. The police cruisers were everywhere. He tried to call Mike. Mike was already there. Jasper pinned him down and tied him to a chair afterward. Jasper interrogated Mike.

       "Why are you doing this to me Mike?" Jasper walked in circles. "I thought we had a deal."

       A can smashed the window and landed near Jasper. Flash, he was blinded. Boom, ringing in his ear. Then he heard shouting from every direction. He was forced to face the ground and cuffed.
       He saw the police was releasing Mike from the chain.
       "Are you okay, sir? I am sorry we hadn't arrived earlier." A police said.

       And Jasper realized.
       "You are a rat? You are a rat, you are a fracking rat!"
       "Sorry, buddy."


[Again, something similar to Quentin Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs]

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Jackie Brown [Ordell & Melaine]

['Jackie Brown', another great 'Pulp Fiction' from Quentin Tarantino with the absolutely amazing performance from Samuel L. Jackson & Bridget Fonda, go check them out if you haven't, it will give you a hell of a  good time, motherfucker.]

P.S: Personality goes a long way, too.

Ordell Met Melanie For The First Time

"Hey girl, why are you hanging up here bored and shit." Ordell said.
Melanie looked at him, had a mouthful of smoke and passed it to him. She breath out the smoke and said nothing.
"Look, I ain't gonna do nothing all right." Ordell said.

Five Minutes Later

"Yeah, bitch, call me a n*****, call me a n*****. Yeah." Ordell have his hand on her neck and was giving her a good time. 
"That was fun." Melanie said after Ordell gave her all.
"Fun? Now girl, that's no way to talk to a man like that after he gave you the best sexual  experience you ever had, it ain't no fun, it's goddamn motherfucking satisfying." Ordell said with his pitch up.
Melanie was looking at the beach and went silence.
"Hey girl, look at me when I am talking to you."
Melanie turned to face him, still not speaking.
"I am talking about a man's dignity here girl. We ain't no dog fucking bitches and have fun, we are human and we fuck for the internal and external fucking satisfaction, you know, a man's dignity goes a long way." Ordell said.
"Uh-huh." Melanie replied.
"When I fuck you, I ain't doing it for fun, I am giving you the ticket to heaven. Damn, girl, you should really appreciate a man's work. Ordell said.
"Yeah." Melanie said.
"That's right girl, now you can sit down and watch TV or look at the beach all day everyday, as long as you like, okay? This is where you are staying, and you are my bitch now." Ordell smirked.
"Okay." Melanie said.

The Second Day

The phone was ringing when they were watching TV together.
"Hey, get the phone girl." Ordell said.
Melanie stared at him for a moment and went up for the phone.
"Hello?"
"Yo. Hey. Who are you? Where's Ordell?" The man in the phone said.
"I will get him." Melanie said.
Melanie put the phone on hold, "Is for you." And she went straight back to the couch and dumped herself into the TV.
Ordell looked at her and stood up for the phone.
The day went on with a dozen call for Ordell while they were watching TV.

The Third Day

The phone was ringing when they were watching TV together.
"Hey, get the phone." Ordell said.
Melanie stared at him for a moment and said "It's for you."
"God damn it girl, go get the fucking phone." Ordell said.
Melanie went up reluctantly and picked up the phone for just a second saying "Hello" and put down the phone while saying "It's for you."
She dragged back to the couch.
Ordell looked at her and stood up for the phone.
The day went on with a dozen call for Ordell while they were watching TV.

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Bat Mode - Superheroes

This is some pretty silly stuff I wrote weeks ago, so don't blame me, I am just writing it for fun and for the sake of writing.

It's Batman! No, It's Piercing man, from the new DisConnected Comic!

       He walks in the dark, he walks in the ghetto, he walks fear into every tug.
       He is the Piercing man.

       He does not have superpower per se but he does have a tool that keeps him handy. Namely the Piercing Gun, loaded with Piercing chips or bullets.

       It's like making a tattoo only you can't see it on the skin, it's all inside you. If you were shot by the Piercing Gun, the Piercing chips would be embedded inside you, it tracks you down, it hunts you down, it uncovers everything you are trying hide.

       Piercing man is not alone, it's an urban myth that everyone knows. Some said it's just the police playing gangster, some said it's a start up company trial-testing their new tech in the urban area. Anyhow, those scumbags are afraid of Him.

       And the truth is, Piercing Man is in fact Piercing Men. Organized by the local police department, it is a small elite task force formed by five brilliant and skillful former undercover agents under the name Project Piercing. It aims at tagging every city criminal with a chip and gather intelligence from a far. Each mission, one of the five would assume the role of Piercing Man and take illegal justice into the street, they are licensed to fight, licensed to kill, licensed to tag.

       The police pretended to be in high alert and reminded citizen to not get near the Piercing Man, they even classified him as a public enemy in some occasion so as to not expose the true identity of them.

       The five of them are loose in the wild, if they were captured or killed during mission,  they will neither be recognized by the police, nor they will receive any help from the police directly under most circumstances. They will just be remembered as an unknown hero to the public.

       They are to fight gang members all the time. So far none of the five were hurt or injured too badly, but they all have their own battle scars to share.  Most of the wound were by knife or collision with objects, since guns are scarce in the city due to highly restrictive regulations.

       And this is how the Piercing Gun basically works: The Gun is loaded with Chips as bullet, these chips provide functions like GPS, voice recording  an electrical shock. When the Gun is fired, the Chip will pierce through the flesh of the person, giving the person a niche of pain. It then go inside the skin and will be activated. If the shot is missed, the Chip will automatically go through the self-destruction protocol, making it hard to find the remaining of it. If one ever desired to remove the Chip, unless approved and disarmed by the system, force removal will also cause the self-destruction protocol, and poof, it's gone again.

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D&D Anyone?

       As T descended the dungeon holding the torch up in his left hand, his cowboy boot clanked loud against rocky steps and his shadows casted on uneven surface of the wall. The group followed carefully after him and inspected the bright area searching for unexpected, and most importantly, avoid monsters that lurked around taken this place home.

       Inside an environment unknown to them: Four round pillars supported the room, a door at the end with dust and spider webs sprawling around everywhere. They searched but came up with nothing interesting or useful. T commanded forward.

       Upon entering, they encountered three slender hounds tearing and eating something vaguely resembled the shape of a deer, their mouths bloody, and eyes in frenzy. The party stood aligned and H the priest unleashed an aura, G and T rushed in front of the magical fence to repel the attack from the hounds. The beasts abandoned the feast they were having, obviously angry at the human's intrusion. Those gory sharp teeth and the low groan made T shivered. He drew out an iron sword while keeping the torch high to illuminate the room in order to provide the best field of view. G held tight on his Iron Shield and an iron blade.

       Two hounds charged at them with their muddy claws, G stepped forward and blocked it with the shield, the two collided claw-on with the shield and sent out a terrible snap sound of bone fracture, those two let out a cold cry and stayed down. The third one rolled back barking frantically. T slashed at the two injured ending their suffering. The last one retreated down the corridor.

       The party resumed their search and came up with quite a few items, including a shiny orange-red amber that could be used in jewelry, it might yield a few gold. H tuck it in her pocket smiling, said something like 'a girl looks after her accessories well'.

       Continue on the path, the soft growl of the hound gave them the chill, such sound could only be heard from a person's funeral.

       The flame was flickering when they had reached the end of the passage, there was a hole the size of the hound at the bottom center, but too small for the fully equipped to crawl through, even for H the slimmest in the party, in which case she would definitely said no.

       The flame flickered again toward left.

       The flame gave T an idea. He asked G to help him push against the surface of the rock on the left. Slowly, the rock shifted and eventually they were able to squeeze into the other side.

       It was a cave, round like a dome and very humid with a hole the size of a window at the center of the wall, they could hear water running from the outside. Drops of liquid kept dripping from the top which is about ten meters high when they walked around the cave.

       T noticed that the top was unnaturally dark. He held up the fire, and as it happened, hundreds of bats took off at the same time from the ceiling rushing down toward them and made a sharp turn, out of the hole they went.

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Guild Wars 2 - Chronicles of Tyria Shorts

       Glenn Mark X, my latest Golem invention and the most invincible Asura technology, has been defeated by the inquest's identical module of my creation. I simply couldn't believe all my endless night spent on modifying and testing had been ripped away in this epic showdown.
       My Golem was a total overhaul from the previous invention, it's the predecessor for the new generation of Asura. It has five significant part, from top to bottom: The Head, which is the center control, it perceives what's happening and give commands to the other parts. The Body, fortified with special material and equipped with a modified shield for protection last longer and utilized the energy from the Golem power crystal more efficiently. The Hand, coated in special made Orichalcum and crystal synthesized material, it's both light weight and strong and provides better maneuvers in combat. The Leg, with reorganized circuitry design, gains incredible swiftness. Most importantly, the Heart, the energy source for the Golem, was more powerful than ten normal crystal combined, feeding more juice for the machine.
       Such design was never seen and would hardly be challenged in the coming years, but the inquest, the scum in the slum, is driving me mad.
       Throughout the process of building this mighty Golem, I had done almost all the work by myself to keep it a secret for when something like this happened, I guess someone in my connection must have had leaked the blueprint to the inquest - a spy, yes.
       Who would it be I wondered. Ever since I had worked on this project, I had met Tom the supplier with his minion, Jack the worker. Cat the alchemist, and a Charr with a name so provocative that I dare not say it out loud, the name is Shet from the Black Citadel.
       Tom is a good friend of mine, we know each other some other day in the woods of Metrica Province. I was there taking a break from work to interact with the nature while Tom was digging ores. We chatted, exchanged some working information and he's been my dedicated supplier ever since. He doesn't seem like the kind of man who would mess up with the inquest, at least he's attentive when I ordered supplies from him.
       His worker, Jack, is the same old wood from the tree, humble and hardworking, never talked much, always carrying the supplies without complaining. Maybe a bit too quiet I suppose?
       And there comes Cat, whose job was aiding me synthesizing materials for later use. She could easily turn everything from anything without failure.
       Sh... Shet, I never really trusted him, apart from the racial thing and his giant hairy body, he didn't really give me a sense of security around him, it is like his presence always makes me uncomfortable and afraid that he would just tear me apart with his sharp claws or eat me alive with his shake-like teeth.
       Who is the spy?

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Dayz - Boot camp

       I woke up in a mist with dripping wet military uniform and lying face down on a beach where grass grew wildly, the wave kept pushing me ashore while simultaneously dragging me down. I rolled over facing the murky sky, then stood checking equipment I have: three pack of .45 ammunition were clipped around my waist and a .45 semi-automatic pistol held in the holster. I was carrying a black and sandy camo backpack, I went through the items and found three can of beans and a can of soda, a pack of six bandages plus an adrenaline shot syringe, a compass and a pair of sunglasses.

       In distant the thunder groaned, the rain was getting heavier. I should make haste to some cover before the storm hit. I zipped the bag and ran toward the inner land searching for cover.

       Going deeper, I faced the mountain half covered in cloud, making it difficult to estimate its height. Behind me was the ocean in roar. I could go anywhere but near the water.

        I ventured into the forest with each step taking more energy under the rainfall, it felt like carrying a load of stones instead of supplies that weighted less than comfortable, especially when walking in these wildly grown plants which I had to shove aside every time I progressed forward.

       After 7 miles of hiking, I spotted a one-story farm house uphill across the seemingly abandoned crop field a klick away. I went around the area for a quick scout and found no one in sight. I sprinted near the structure, crouched at about 10 meters away under a cart full of damp hay for cover. I listened and surveyed the site and looked like it had been unattended for quite a while. I could smell a rotten and disgusting stench even though the rain was falling. Dead bodies on the field resembled the shape of farm animals were decomposing, showing bite marks and trails of being feasted on. Some were showing bones, others were missing bones. Torn off by extreme force? What kind of beast this place have certainly terrified me.

       I walked up to the house and tried the doorknob and to my expectation, it was unlocked and the room was deserted. I locked the door and threw my bag at the corner. The sleeping room was small, a bed and a drawer at the inner left corner, to my right was the writing desk, and a few cabinets to my left.

       I lit a candle found in one of the cabinets and lowered the blinder on the only window in the room which faced south and aligned with the door. I found some food and things that might be useful: sodas, bottle of Aspirin with not much left, a flashlight with two batteries, two lighters and a binocular. I moved on to the drawer and to my surprise, the previous owner have left a pack of ammunition but no match to my weapon, still, I took it and clipped it because you will never know when it might become useful.

       Going through the drawer, I also found clothing that matched my size. I soon stripped off the military and soak up the rain with a dry shirt then put on the civilian. I hung the soaking wet uniform on the wire overhead hoping they would be dried off by tomorrow.

       I leaned back on the chair from the desk, picking up the papers sheet by sheet. It was about a contagious disease spreading around town and suggested the receivers to evacuate from it. A black and white family photo tainted with yellow was stapled on a letter - a family of four, father and mother both holding their children not older than 5. I gently stroked across the photo, wishing them well.

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