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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:34:52 GMT -5
***Flashback 4 years before the crash***
The rocks were jagged, they went on for miles around, but just near the shore. It was a cold fall day. It was windy, the stench from the water was unbearable. The rocks were about three feet off the ground, just beyond them where a couple meters of sand, with the waves on the shore brushing up against the sand and dragging some along with it.
The water was freezing, had you jumped in, you would be struggling to breath, and you would go into shock. The sun was hidden by the clouds, just getting a few beams of light out through cracks in the clouds. The area was completely empty, it was a few miles out of the city and hardly anyone went there. Boats could be heard in the distance on the water.
Bam!!! A body went down, hitting his face into the ground hard. There was another man and a woman, on their knees and tied up. They were bound at the hands, legs and mouth. The woman was trying to scream. The guy next to her lay dead in the sand. His lifeless face pointing toward her, blood ran from his mouth. The two that were still alive were panting and screaming under the tape. There was no use to run, they would just trip and be killed then. The woman was now crying and screaming, but it was all muffled under the tape.
"See what happens when you try to fuck me over!" Rick yelled. Bam!!! The gun went off again killing the other guy. Kyle stood still watching the woman scream and cry for mercy. He stood perfectly still, he just watched it. When the gun went off he wouldn't even blink.
"Haha, nice shot Ricky," there was one other guys with Rick and Kyle, it was Francis, Rick's number one guy. As Francis congratulated Rick, Kyle stared at them woman, it took every ounce of strength not to grab the gun and kill the other two instead, but the woman was a drug dealer who tried to rob Rick. When the bullet would hit the skull, some blood would get wept away by the wind.
Kyle had his hands in his jacket pockets. He kept himself calm, not even moving when the gun would go off. The woman was now screaming so loud it could be heard through the tape. Rick grabbed her by the hair, "Shut up bitch," Kyle's eyes lit up with rage.
"Hey Rick man, just get it over with," Francis suggested. Kyle stood perfectly still, but in his head he was relived that someone finally said something. Francis was holding a machete to job up the bodies to they could throw them in the water.
The woman was screaming and crying, she was terrified, tears were all over her face. Rick began to laugh. Kyle's leg was twitching, he was reaching the end of his limit, "Rick will you please just fucking get it over with," Kyle burst out trying to get out of there as soon as possible. Kyle was on the verge of vomiting.
"I tell ya what," Rick said, "You do it," he said holding out the gun to Kyle.
"What?" Kyle asked in horror.
"You kill her," Rick said waving the gun. Kyle just stared at Rick with a straight face, he showed nothing out of the ordinary, "Come on take it," Rick said. Kyle sighed and grabbed the gun. It was either the woman or him.
"Shoot her," Rick said lifting Kyle's arm so he was pointing it at her head. The woman was still screaming and crying. Kyle's arm began to shake, "Do it!" Rick yelled. Kyle tensed his face, his whole arm was shaking, he bit down hard on his lip, his jaw was twitching, which cause a ripple on the skin on his neck.
"Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmm," it was nothing, but piercing screams muffled by the tape, but Kyle knew what she was saying, "Please," she would wine, "Please, for the love of god, don't!" She would wine and scream. Kyle's arm continued to twitch, every second was torture for the both of them. He closed his eyes... BAM!!!
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:36:58 GMT -5
***Flashback 2 years before the crash***
Kyle stood still, his heart was pounding. He was on the verge of breaking sweat. His life flashed before his eyes, he tried to keep his composure, but he wasn't doing a good job of it.
"Son of a bitch!!!" The guy was pissed, Kyle was afraid the guy would start firing off rounds. He had one finger place on his gun, just incase. "They knew we were coming! Someone tipped them off!"
We were all lined up, not like a military, just in a line. One of the guys stepped forward, "What does that mean?" he asked trying not to get shot at.
"It means, there's a cop in my crew." The guy walked back and forth examining all the scared, worried faces, "Get the hell out of here, and lay low for a while, till I figure out what's next." Everyone walked toward the old, broken, dirty door that they called an exit.
Kyle was suddenly grabbed by the collar and pulled back, he was now eye to eye with his boss, "I'd be very careful," the guy said letting go of the collar.
***Later in a secluded area***
Kyle had the phone to his ear, he was scared and pissed off at the same time, he was talking into a phone, but oddly, he was using hand motions, "You got to get me out of it!" he yelled in desperation.
"Look we can't do that right now, as soon as we get enough dirt on Rick, we'll pull you out," the other end of the phone stated.
"Sooner or later he's gunna find out who I am, and he's gunna kill me!" he said trying to convince the guy on the other end.
"Just hang in there, another few weeks and we'll get you out as soon as we can," the guy on the other end said with a calming voice, "Look I have to go, but just don't fuck this up for us, we're to close," then the line was dead, no more then a long beep could be heard.
Kyle put the phone away and rubbed his eyes, "Fucking shit!!!" he yelled beating his hand against a brick wall.
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:38:32 GMT -5
***Flashback 2 years before the crash***
"I can't keep doing this," Kyle pleaded, he was scared, scared for his life. Two guys stood infront of him, one of them was probably in his 40s, and the other late in his late 30s.
One of the guys, who was clearly older then the other two spoke, "Look we can't pull you out yet, we need more time..."
"What the hell are you guy waiting for?!" he yelled in desperation, "You already have enough evidence..." The younger guy cut him off.
"Will you shut the fuck up for second," he said, mainly trying to calm Kyle down, "The man said we need more time," he stated pointing to the older man, "We don't have enough to bring Aston down."
"Ask any judge in the state and they'll give you warrant," Kyle said trying to prove his point.
"Yeah?" the young guy asked rhetorically, "How the fuck would you know that?" Kyle try to tackle the guy, but was stopped, "No, come on Mike, let's see what the kids got!" Mike was now in between the two, "Yeah that's right! He knows how to fight cause his daddy used to beat him!" the guy yelled over the struggling noises the two work making.
"Fuck you!" Kyle yelled trying to push Mike off of him.
"Yeah come on bring it!" The two were about to rip Mike in half.
"Enough!" Mike yelled pushing the young officer away, "Detective Morrison! What the hells wrong with you?"
"Yeah see, see," Kyle said trying to piss the other officer off, "Mike, tell him he can kiss my ass, cause I ain't doin this shit."
"Kyle will you shut up!" Mike yelled, going back and forth between the two.
"Yeah Kyle, shut the fuck up" the officer said.
"James! Shut up!" Mike yelled trying to calm the two down. He turned to Kyle, James was now passing back and forth with his back to the two of them, "Look... do you know how long we've been trying to catch this guy?" Kyle shook his head.
James wiped around, "Yeah, longer then you can fucking guess!" James was pushed back once again by Mike, but nothing was said.
Mike turned back to Kyle, "If we're gunna get this guys, we need to cover every thing, make sure that when we're ready to take him down, he'll go down hard."
Kyle completely changed his attitude, you could tell without a doubt he was scared, "He's gunna kill me," he said quietly.
Mike sighed, "You knew the risks when you signed up."
Kyle clutched the back of his head as the other two started to walk away. His eyes were slammed shut, and he was on the verge of screaming.
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:40:10 GMT -5
***Flashback 2 years before the crash***
"Are you a cop!"
"No!"
"Are you a cop!"
"*panting* NO!!!" Kyle had blood running down his nose, he was pinned against the wall by two guys, while some jerk kept hitting him. And of course he had Rick yelling at him.
"Alright let him go," Rick ordered, "And get him some ice for his wrist," Rick walked toward a table and sat down, "Come here kid," Kyle followed, "sit down." As Kyle tried to regain hi momentum he slipped into the chair.
"So what do you think?" Rick asked, obviously he wasn't being specific.
"About what?" Kyle asked.
"About the rat," Rick stated very coldly. Kyle just shook his head, "If I find out you are the rat," Rick continued, "I'm gunna do more then just kill you."
"Why the hell do you think I'm the rat?" Kyle protested.
"Isn't it a little odd that I have you join my crew and a month later we have a rat problem?" Rick asked.
"Rick I'm tellin you it ain't me," suddenly a door slams shut and a couple of guys barge in dragging a body.
"Come on!" one of them yelled.
Rick immediately stood up, "What the fuck is this?" he asked staring at the man covered in blood. Kyle tried not to say anything or make any sound, Mike... it was Mike, luckily still alive.
"We caught this fucker and three other cops at one of our warehouses," a man said throwing Mike to the floor.
"What happened to the other three?" Rick asked examining Michael.
"What do you think? We took care of em."
Rick grabbed Michael by his chin to look at his face and then through him back to the floor, Rick was now laughing, "You all was said you'd take me down Mike, kind of ironic how things turned out huh?" Rick and Michael stared at each other, Rick sighed, "Get him out of here."
"Sir..." one of the guys protested.
"Stand him up, and get him out of here," Rick ordered. As Mike walked toward the door Rick turned away... and then suddenly spun around again, there was a loud bang.
Kyle's heart was racing, but he sat perfectly still. He found himself staring at the body of his captain. There was blood flowing from the head. A big puddle was left as the body was dragged away, "Now," Kyle looked up at Rick, "What were we talking about?"
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:41:26 GMT -5
***Flashback 2 years before the crash***
(Detroit Police Department)
"I know its been difficult without Captain Barlow, but I promise you we are gunna get the fucker who did this," James was addressing everyone in the department as they sat around him. And officer brought out a clip board.
He pointed to the clip board, "This is the fucker, the son of a bitch who killed Mikey. Rick Aston. He is no more then a petty, fuckin, drug dealer, he supplies foreign countries in ways Columbia wouldn't even have dreamed of. We have four people helping us out with our investigation, Officer Horwitz, Officer Bronz, Detective Delson, and a representative from the FBI, Mr. Lewis."
Mr. Lewis sat up from his chair and held his pencil up, "Do you have an undercover officer with Aston presently?"
James looked him in the eye, "You will not ever know the identity of undercover people," he stated. James went back to addressing the rest of the department, "We've been after this guy 23 years and he always slips past us, but this time..." the crowd watch him in silence, "This bastards gunna get what's comin to him. Now I..." he was interrupted by a cell phone ringing, "Hold on a sec," he said as he flipped the phone open.
"Yeah?" James asked.
"Its me," Kyle said panicking.
"Yeah I got that, what's up?"
"Its tonight," Kyle said in anticipation.
"What's tonight?"
"The deal, the deal's tonight," Kyle said panting.
"Are you sure?" James asked trying to keep everyone else around him out of the conversation.
"Yes I'm fuckin sure," Kyle stated.
"Where?"
"A construction site, by the docks," Kyle answered, "Look I gotta go, just be there," he said as he closed the phone.
"What was that?" The FBI agent asked.
"Do you ask you about your fuckin business?" James snapped, "Look the deal's tonight," he stated to the department. As everyone started to pack up their briefcases, James grabbed a thumbtack from the bulletin board and shoved it threw the eye of the picture, "We're commin for ya Ricky."
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:42:22 GMT -5
***Flashback 2 years before the crash***
Kyle was so concentrated on every little detail around him, he hardly blinked. He followed the lead of Rick and the guys infront of him. This was the moment where he couldn't screw up, and he couldn't do anything to jeopardize the plan, basically he had two options; the cops arrest Aston, and he moves on with his life, or they dump him in the lake with a bullet in his eye.
Two guards stood infront of large crates. Kyle could hear the boats on the water. "Open em," Rick said pointing to the crates. There was a clanking noise as they unlocked them. The doors swung open with tons of plastic bags inside that it almost started overflowing. One bag ripped open with the water powder popping into the air like dust, "Alright get em the cars." There were four cars parks beside the crates and eight guys going back and forth unloading and loading the cars.
Kyle looked around the place for possible escape roots. He reached into the back of his pants and there was a quiet click, as he turned the safety off on his gun. "Hey boss," one of the guys called out as he walked back and forth from the car to the crate, "Where's the deal goin down?" that caught Kyle's attention as he his eyes lit up and he looked over at Rick for the answer. He had already had the police set up around the perimeter, and now they were moving out.
"We'll take this back to the warehouse," Rick responded. Kyle reached into his pocket and without looking at it, he punched in a text message, as he covered the cell phone with his jacket pocket. He took a quick glimpse at the phone's screen and then as he looked back up, he caught Rick staring at him. He tried to look away, but he could feel Rick's eyes on him.
(Just outside the construction site)
"Who has a visual of the roof?" James asked. They were now hurrying to get into place and wait for Kyle's signal. "I want two snipers in visual of that roof," he said ordering the officers around. They had to cover every corner so that no one who tried to run would make it out alive.
"How long do we have sir?" one of the snipers asked, with his gun pointed at the middle of the building.
"I don't know," James hesitated, "we gotta wait for the buyers to show up." He heard a beep from the phone in his pocket he pulled out at and flipped it open, there was only one word displayed on the screen, "NOW" as soon as James say it he moved, "Shit," he said putting the phone back into his pocket, "Let's go, let's go," he ordered to the other officers, "We're goin now, move, move!" he yelled.
(Inside the construction site)
Kyle looked around the perimeter, it was silent. He whispered to himself anxiously, "Come on, come on." One of the guards curved his back to examine Kyle's face.
"You alright?" the guard asked.
Without Kyle having a chance to respond Rick yelled out, "Let's move out!" Kyle bit his lower lip, he was on the verge of swearing, he was more scared then pissed though. He got into one of the cars, he sat in the back as Rick sat in the passenger side in the front, and one of the guards in the driver seat.
"Arlighty, let's role Chris," Rick said to the driver. There was a very silent chipping sound, just before the window shattered. "Fuck," Rick said jumping out of the car. Kyle stared at the body in disbelief. There was blood running down the neck from the ear. Kyle stared motionless. He jumped as Rick banged against the window. "Come on!"
Kyle ran out to the other side of the building with Rick. Kyle could hear James yelling in the background. They turned a corner and stopped to catch they're breath, "We gotta keep moving," Kyle said as Rick looked around the corner to see if there was anyone coming. The building was dark and had no covering walls or windows and the ground was made of some sort of gravel. "Come on!" Kyle yelled.
Rick turned back to look at Kyle as he pulled out his gun, "Let me see your cell phone," Rick demanded. Kyle stood still, "You son of a bitch!" Rick yelled making Kyle jump back, "You were the rat weren't you! You're a fucking cop!"
Rick started to squeeze the trigger and Kyle shut his eyes, "Freeze!" they both looked over to see a cop standing at the other end of the hall with a gun pointed at them, "Don't move." There was a loud and sudden bang as the cop dropped to the floor, you could barely hear the second that the bullet punctured the spine. They both looked over to see one of Rick's guys standing still looking at the body. There was smoke rising from the gun. He pointed at the body as he approached it and fired another off hitting the cop in the head.
Kyle was breathless. Rick blinked and brought up his gun again to shoot Kyle. BANG! Kyle felt cold, he had barely flinched when the gun went off, his were shut. He slowly opened them to see blood trickling down from Rick's chest. Rick dropped to his knees and spat out blood, and then fell to the ground.
Rick's guard threw his gun up as he loaded the bullet into the chamber. The man could just feel the smooth, cold tip of metal against his ear and then... darkness. The man dropped to the floor as Kyle was turned facing where the body had stood. His hand was shaking a bit with the gun in his hand. He was panting, his arm was stretched out, and he could feel the heat in his gun.
He looked over to see James with both his hands on his hand gun. He stared at Kyle. Kyle looked back at him and sighed in relief as his eyes wandered back to the bodies... it was over.
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:45:02 GMT -5
***11 months before the crash***
It was a small hallway, there were lots of offices along the hall. Of course it branched out into different halls and offices. Each office had large glass window, and a metal door. It was one of those optical illusions where the more windows and mirrors, the bigger the room looked.
A door flew open, first stepped out James with a folder. Everyone in the department was gathered around. James moved out of the way as Kyle slipped out to face a round of applause. He simply looked down at the floor. James gave him a pat on the back. Then something strange happened, a border around the view of the department turned into a black circle... then flashes.
The first flash was James shaking Kyle's hand, the room and background was bubbled and blurred, kind of like a fish eye lens for a camera. "Congratulations Kyle, you can retire," James said in a deep voice.
Then there was a quiet voice, it was high pitched, so it was probably a woman, "Nothing is permanent," it sounded like Kyle's mother's voice.
The next five or six flashes went to fast to see, but the next flash was man standing next to another in a blur, "we have a problem," the older man said as it darkened, and flashed again. The next flash was of a man standing in a small room with shadows of what looked to be human over him. Then a quick flash of an old man, probably 80s, looking down on Kyle. there was another flash with the previous man and the shadows, now dead infront of a dumpster.
Finally a flash of a woman and the same whispering voice as before, "Trust... can get you killed," then the woman looked over her shoulder and flashed as a man quickly, before actually turning into the man. The man was on the phone, "No get it out of here, LA... from Sydney."
Then there was a quick silence. A sudden gasp of air, but still darkness. Then an eye staring off into space. Kyle was now breathing heavily. He lay on a couch. The room was dirty and covered in garbage, the wallpaper was ripped, and stains were on the floor. Kyle lay on the couch with nothing, but under-ware on, and a blanket on his legs. His head was killing him, he could hear the phone ringing in the distance.
He sat up at coughed up vomit, he spat it on the floor as he stood up. He stumbled over a vodka bottle, knocking it over. "Fuck," he said quickly picking up the bottle, clearly he was drunk. The phone kept ringing, "Chill!" he yelled placing the bottle on a coffee table. The room was dark and no light on. The phone continued to ring, "Will you just fucking wait for a second?" he yelled. He stumbled into the kitchen and answered the phone, "Yeah?" he asked.
"Kid?" Kyle took a second to recognize the voice, he was so tipsy that he pause in thought to figure it out... It was James, "We need ya back."
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:46:28 GMT -5
****Flashback 11 months before the crash***
The sun shown in from the windows. It was a fairly clean room. There were papers and filing cabinets all over the place. A single desk sat at the back of the room. There was an open spot to look out a large window, just infront of the door. Infront of the desk were two chairs, the padding was a little worn out, but they were in good condition.
The sound of cars racing by could be heard out the open window. The sound of the brakes and the horns creped through the cracks. A young woman sat behind the desk. The air conditioning gave out a cool breeze, not enough to top the summer heat outside, but it was relaxing.
Kyle's lips were tightened, he bit part of his bottom lip. The woman just stared at him. He tapped his foot rapidly against the floor. The woman had long blond hair, fairly pretty, she wore regular work clothes, a buttoned shirt, a vest over top, and grey pants instead of a skirt.
"Why are you here?" she asked trying to get something out of him.
Kyle laughed, only to find she had a straight face, he looked shocked, "Are you serious?" she stared at him curiously, "I'm here cause they made me come," he said crossing his legs.
"Well now that you're here... what do you expect?" she asked. There was nothing, but silence, "What's your home like?" Still she had no answer, "How do you feel..."
"How do I feel about my job?" he asked trying to finish her sentence.
"How do you feel about anything, your job, your life, your friends?" she asked curiously.
"Well..." Kyle started, "My job is a piece of shit... I wake up every morning, questioning what I'm doing... maybe I don't have anything else better that I could achieve," the woman placed her pen against her lip, and listened, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," she stated.
"What's your job like? I mean how many cops do you see in here?" he asked bending over with his elbows on his knees.
"I see many different people; cops..."
"Why? Why do cops come to see you?" he asked.
"Uh... a variety of reasons..." she said trying to understand the point he had.
"Do any cops come see you because they fired their weapon at someone?" he continued to ask, the woman nodded. Kyle laughed, "Of course they do... but that's thing ain't it, they signed up to use their weapons... its just they've watched enough TV to think that they had to have a break down when they fire their weapon... there is no one more full of shit then a cop... well, except for a cop on TV."
There was silence for a moment, "Did you fire your weapon at someone?" the woman asked curiously.
Kyle shook his head, "No... not in a while."
"So what is it that you do?" she asked.
"How about I tell you this... You're with a mass murderer... you see him kill someone... you see him blow something up, your heart heart rate is jacked... your hand... steady. See that's something I learned about myself a while back, my hand... it does not shake," Kyle said as he displayed his motionless hand. Once again there was silence, "Do you have a gun?" he asked, "In your office?" she raised her eyebrows in confusion, "Cause how about I blow my fucking brains out, all over your office... I mean, what the hell is stopping me?"
She slumped in her chair, "So what is it that you want?"
"The truth?" he asked, she nodded, "Clonazepam," he stated.
She shut his file and put it away, "You know what you probably would have had an easier time getting what you wanted if you'd just lied," she said throwing her pen on her desk in anger.
"I thought I was suppose to tell the truth here!" Kyle lashed out, "And what do you do?" he continued without giving her a chance to respond, "You close my file and send me back on the streets to kill myself?"
"No I... no... I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she pleaded as she pulled the file back out.
"Look I'm out of my fucking mind, sometimes I see things that I know aren't there! I haven't slept in three weeks! I threw up in a garbage can on my way out here!" he yelled.
"Is that true?" she asked.
"Yes that's fucking true, why would I lie about that?" she reached into her drawer and pulled out a little, plastic packet, "Two pills?" he asked holding it up. He threw it on her desk and stormed off to the door, "Forget about it." He slammed the door behind him.
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:48:04 GMT -5
***Flashback 10 months before the crash***
"So how are you today?" Kyle stared off into the distance, his eyes barely open, he was slumped in his chair, his hand was on his forehead. He took no notice to the question. He ignored the woman and just chewed on his bottom lip. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Kyle shifted his eyes, he stared at her with a straight face, what a stupid question, if he were okay he wouldn't be there. He blinked and in an instant his eyes were back to focusing on the floor. He had so many pictures flashing through his head, he was staring at the desk, but he saw nothing, it was like he could only see from the minds eye. It was like blacking out, but he knew it was happening and chose not to change it. He described it as zoning out, he would use it in difficult situations.
"Is there anything you want to talk about?" she asked.
All Kyle could hear was himself breathing, he stared off in the room and very quietly said, "No."
The woman, frustrated, tried to make the questions more specific, "Have you gotten any sleep?" she asked. Kyle just simply shook his head, "Kyle your gunna need to talk to me," she said examining his face.
Kyle's body shifted, it was like he broke out of the spell, "Why?" he asked curiously, with a bit of attitude.
The woman sighed, "Kyle this is the second time you've been sent here, last time you hit you're captain, and this time, you pulled your gun on another officer."
"Is that what they told you?" he said with a monotone voice, "No see, I'm suppose to be undercover, so I gotta protect the people I'm with, it makes my story seem more... convincing. A cop walk into our hid out... alone!" he stated, "It was a kid, new guy, it was either I get rid of him, or we both end up dead." Kyle went back to sulking.
The woman sighed, "Kyle, you haven't told me anything about yourself, other then you hate your job. If you can't tell me what's bothering you, then I can't help you."
Kyle lashed out, he kept it calm, but it was still uncalled for, "And who the fuck says I need your help?"
"Well whether you want it or not, you were sent here to get it," she contradicted. Kyle laughed, he knew when he was beaten, "So what's bothering you?" she asked.
"Where do I even start," Kyle said shaking his head, he knew she would have no affect on his feelings, but it would make the next three hours go by faster.
"Well let's start with the reason why you seem to hate you job," she said trying to get some information out of him.
"Well..." he started, "I risk my life every fucking day, and get no appreciation, instead I get fucked over by my captain and..." his face froze, a single tear was forming in his eye as the woman watched inattentively, "The shit that I have done... for people I... I rat on... Have you ever taken another man's life?" he asked, the woman shook her head, "Have you ever taken an innocent man's life?" It was a dumb question, cause he already got the answer, but she shook her had anyway, "How do you apologize for somethin like that?" he twitched his jaw, "How do you take something like that back?" he paused, "There's no way... and it's not just that... I go home every day, I look at my house... I look at my life and I... The only people that ever cared about me are dead..."
There was a long pause. The woman tried to speak, but there was nothing she could say, "And I..." he continued, he wasn't crying, but you could hear the pain in his voice, "I get up in the morning and I go to work, I pretend to be someone else, I look down the barrel of the gun every second I'm out there, and why?" Once again he paused, "Because I am to fucking afraid to accept death."
She looked at him with pitty, Kyle knew the look and he hated it. It wasn't like she tried to be rude, but through her profession she was still a human, and she still shared his pain as he unleashed it. Kyle rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, "So tell me something," he said regaining composure, "How the fuck do you expect to help me?"
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:49:50 GMT -5
***Flashback, Day of Crash... Night Time***
Kyle definitly couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned on the cold itchy sand. He thought it was a miracle that other people around him were fast asleep. He was breathing heavily out of his nose, his eyebrows crossing down toward his nose, he wasn't angry, just frusterated. He stood up to see if anyone there was anything.... anything in the water. There was nothing but silence. He sighed and sat back down. His eyes slowly closed... then they lit up again. "Help!!!" he could here from the edge of the jungle.
Kyle jumped to his feet and try to locate where the sound came from. "Where are you!" he yelled but no answer.
"Ah!!!*muffled*" he ran toward anything he could hear. He could feel the small, cold edge of metal against his ankel, but he never grabbed it. He ran a corner to a path that led into the jungle. He stood speechless as a big black guy stood up. He was covered in blood, with two bodies around him.
"What happened?"
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:52:13 GMT -5
Felt like adding some more info Name: Rick Aston Age: Deceased Occupation: Drug dealer/crime lord Appearance: Nationality: American/Irish Residence: Boston, Massachusetts Skills: Owns almost anything in Detroit, no one does anything without his okay. Weaknesses/bad habits: Has a disturbingly enjoyable time killing people. Has difficulty trusting people. Has a great deal of greed. Frequent moods/expressions: Sneaky, happy, violently angry, and slightly crazy. Name: Francis Jacobs Age: Deceased Occupation: Drug dealer Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: Detroit, Michigan Skills: Is greatly reliable, and can persuade people into doing anything he wants them to do... if its needed. Weaknesses/bad habits: Has a huge habit of killing people on a whim. Frequent moods/expressions: Pretty much normal, perhaps a little depressed at times. Name: James Morrison Age: Late 40s Occupation: Michigan State Police Captain Appearance: Nationality: American/Irish Residence: Detroit, Michigan Skills: Extremely successful and resourcefully, and will take on any task or challenge. Weaknesses/bad habits: Has a knack for picking at people's personal problems, until there is almost nothing left in the person. Frequent moods/expressions: Extremely pissed off, and is an ass whole 24/7 Name: Mike Age: Deceased Occupation: Michigan State Police Captain Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: Chicago, Illinois Skills: Very self prioritize, does exactly what his job tells him to, and does almost everything by the book. Weaknesses/bad habits: Overly caring which can put himself in dangerous situations. Frequent moods/expressions: Nice guy, pretty much you ordinary person. Name: T.J. Phillips Age: Deceased Occupation: Michigan State Officer Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: Las Vegas, Nevada Skills: Very good actor, can play any part he needs to, including while he is undercover. Very sneaky at getting what he wants. Weaknesses/bad habits: Very poor problem solver in difficult situations. Frequent moods/expressions: Overly happy and ecstatic. Name: Dr. Jane Williams Age: Early 30s Occupation: Psychiatrist Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: Detroit Michigan Skills: Very respectful, and respected, and uses her on way to get what she wants out of people. Weaknesses/bad habits: Due to frustration, she has a tendency to talk things out on patients. Frequent moods/expressions: Extremely frustrated, angry, but otherwise, fairly nice. Name: Brian Sullivan Age: Late 30s Occupation: Michigan State Police Captain Appearance: Nationality: American/Irish Residence: Boston, Massachusetts Skills: Highly intelligent and successful, and very respected in the police department, which he sometimes uses to his advantage. Weaknesses/bad habits: Deals with things being wrong way to much. Frequent moods/expressions: Serious, somewhat happy, and extremely frustrated.
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:53:52 GMT -5
just quick summary, I have put all the flashbacks in order
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 13:55:21 GMT -5
***Flashback 11 months before the crash***
Kyle found himself standing in a hall, just waiting, he hated waiting. His eyes wandered around the room, in the office infront of him was a woman working away at a keyboard, in the one beside, the blinds were shut, and the one behind him there was a meeting. He observed the meeting, as they had a slide show. He watched as each picture flashed.
While he watched the slide show, he took no notice to a door closing next to him. "Here," Kyle slowly looked over, trying to take his attention away from the meeting. He looked over his shoulder and saw James. Immediately his eyes were lit with fire. He looked down to see his paperwork, his file, his duty, everything.
"What the fuck is this?" Kyle asked. James didn't seem to respond, maybe that was because it was a dumb question, or maybe James just felt bad, "Why the fuck did you bring me here?"
James rubbed his eyes, "Look we thought we could handle it without you, but thing got... fucked up," James explained.
"So why the fuck do you need me?" Kyle asked enraged.
"Cause your the only one who can do this," James continued.
"Oh bull shit," Kyle would contradict anything James would say.
"What the fuck did you just say?" now both James and Kyle were angry, it was only a matter of time until someone threw the first punch.
"You need me," Kyle said turning around.
"Hey fuck you!" James yelled pulling Kyle back, "You need understand something..."
"No what you need to understand is the shit I went through to help you people, and for what? Find someone else!" Now the whole department took notice to there yelling.
"See that's thing you don't get you punk, you've been gone for over a year, don't you think we would have found someone to replace you?" James fists tightened.
"Yeah? And where is he now," Kyle asked.
"Oh probably about six feet under by now," James continued with the sarcasm, and ridiculing, "Let me tell ya something, you laced curtain mother fucker, you've been gone for over a year, if you think Aston was bad, let me show you fucking bad!"
"Fuck you!" Kyle yelled, "I put my fucking ass on the line every fucking day, you don't know what that does to a person, you fucked up my life!"
"It didn't take me to do that to you, you shit fuck," Kyle spun his head around, he took a second to observe James' face, and then sucker punched him, James went down hard.
Two officers ran over, "Hey!" one of them called out. One went to check on James, the other held Kyle back. "Its over!" the cop yelled as Kyle pushed against him to break free.
James wiped the blood off his mouth, he looked at his hand and then sprung to his feet, "You little shit!" Before James could do anything, the other officer grabbed him by the collar and threw him against a window, not breaking, just putting a stop to the rage.
Kyle tried to fight the officer off him, but the officer didn't budge, "Hey get you fucking hands off," the officer let go, but place one hand on Kyle's chest so that he could react if Kyle went off again.
The four of them were now breathing heavily, "What the fuck's wrong with you guys?" the officer asked, "You're acting like a bunch of fucking kids." James rolled his eyes and stared at the floor, but Kyle wasn't finished.
"Who the fuck are you?" Kyle asked.
"My name's Captain Brian Sullivan alright," the officer answered taking his hand off Kyle, "I took over for officer Mike Barlow."
Kyle laughed, "This fuck head took over for Mike?"
Brian tried to change the subject, "Look Kyle I know you went through a lot..."
"You have no fucking clue," Kyle contradicted.
"We need you back, not for long, but we need you back," Brian said calmly.
"Fuck this," Kyle turned around and headed towards the door. There was a quick flash, and now the light of the slides were shinning on his chest. He placed his hands against the glass with his eyes wide open and his jaw dropped. It was a picture of a man laying in the street with blood around him, and a dumpster next him. "Who is this?" Kyle asked pointing to the picture.
"His name's T.J. Phillips," Brian answered, "He took over your job when you left... obviously he didn't do so well."
Kyle stared at the picture until it flashed to the next one, Kyle blinked and let out a quick exhale, before he shut his eyes, then he turned back to the other officers and opened them, "What do you need me to do?" The other three just stared at him blankly.
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Post by ana on Nov 6, 2006 10:34:12 GMT -5
Okay...put your copy of The Departed down, and step away.... ;D He he he....
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Post by Jack on Nov 6, 2006 16:27:16 GMT -5
lol, actually, most of my recent stuff had nothing to do with that movie, all original, and also, Brian Sullivan, is not the same character that Matt Damon played in the movie, just wanted to use Matt fo this.
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Post by ana on Nov 6, 2006 18:20:20 GMT -5
Just kidding I've loved reading your posts. You've been busy lately haven't you
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Post by Jack on Nov 6, 2006 18:21:44 GMT -5
yeah, I actually slowed it down so people could catch up
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Post by Jack on Nov 17, 2006 16:44:11 GMT -5
***Flashback 11 months before the crash***
"Alright," James had a clip board with pictures and labels all over it, "This is who we're after, Danny Scarpitti." Kyle found himself at a long table surrounded by officers, detectives, and FBI agents. He had a notebook in front of him, and a few files next to him. James pointed to a picture on the clip board, "We recently found got a tip from L.A. that there is a drug operation in the making, and guess who's suppling it to Detroit." James flipped the board, and showed three pictures of police officers, all in their cadet uniforms, "We sent three cops in to get some dirt on this scum bag. So far one had gone missing, another was found in Lake Michigan, and the other found dead outside a bar with six bullets in his chest, and two in his head." James flipped the board back to the other side, "Now we had T.J. in with Scarpitti for a long time, but about a month ago, we stopped getting feedback from him. But what we do know, is that Scarpitti owns a chain of strip clubs downtown." He pointed to the man standing near the door, "Brian take it from here."
Brian approached the board and examined it for a few seconds, "Alright, now we have enough dirt on Danny to link him to T.J.'s murder, but we can't bring him down... not yet," Brian points to Kyle, "We need you to go in and get so information on who's supplying the drugs to Scarpitti," Brian points the board, "Now Scarpitti uses three main guy, Chris Ford, who is in charge of the money, Charlie Williams, who takes care of drug shipments, and Jason Duncan, which we all know what he's in charge of."
Brian made his way around the room and turned on a t.v. in the back. It showed what looked to be Jason, and a man hidden by a shadow. You could hear numerous rounds being fired as Jason yelled. Brian turned the television off, "That footage was given to us by T.J., days before his disappearance." Brian turned to Kyle, "You'll need to take out one of Scarpitti's enemies to gain his respect."
"What you mean kill them?" Kyle asked.
"Kill 'em, permanently damage them, its up to you, once your in, you'll be forced to ware a wire the whole time," Kyle looked at Brian in shock, then turned to look at James, who was staring at the floor, "Anything goes wrong, we'll be there, and you need to get the hell out of there," Brian paused for a second, "Any questions?" Kyle just stared at him, "Great, let's get to work." Kyle closed his notebook.
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Post by Jack on Nov 21, 2006 18:03:28 GMT -5
***Flashback 8 months before the crash***
It was a masterpiece of emptiness. Nothing on the walls. A futon on the floor, an alarm clock on a milk crate. Kyle sat in the room as if there is a zen to emptiness. Perhaps there was. But it bothered him. He lifted part of the carpet, revealing a floor safe. He could see a pistol, magazines, and under that, an envelope. He took up the envelope. He laid out photographs like cards. Scenes from his life. His former life. His family life, his life as a child, his romantic life. He sat and stared at the pictures. He arranges them different ways. He sniffled, as if to hold back his tears, he placed his fist in front of his mouth. The picture that killed him the most was of his mother and father, before they were divorced, they seemed so happy, but the pictures that followed were grim, they lead to even his mother's funeral, but after that... there was nothing. A bottle of rum sat in front of him, just next to the pictures. He took a long sip from it, then wiped his mouth.
His cell phone rang, it was a loud, piercing sound through the hollow, empty house. He checked the caller i.d. before flipping it open. He placed the bottle of rum on the coffee table in front of him, "Yeah?"
"Hey kid, how's life?" James asked him on the other end. You could hear seagulls and rushing cars along wet asphalt.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kyle snapped, "I told you never to call me on my cell, you know what these people will do if they find out who I am."
"Relax. We know you're at home," James reassured him, "Listen we need to meet up. Meet us at 234 Walsh st. Alright?"
"If you knew I was at home, why didn't you just call my house?" Kyle asked.
"Where's the fun in that," James joked.
"Wait, what do you mean us?" Kyle asked, but all he heard was silence, he looked at the phone, it read: 'Call ended at 3:16pm 01/08/04'
(A BEACH NEAR A POWER PLANT)
Kyle leaned against the wall of a concession stand. His knuckles were cut. A cut over his eye. He was agitated, smoking. A car pulled up and James and Brian got out of it. In appearance, if any body's watching, they're bracing Billy. "Why the fuck did you bring me here?" Kyle demanded for an answer, "If any body's watching they'll..."
James interrupted him, "All the more reason for you to shut the fuck up," he told Kyle as he threw him against a guard rail. He searched Kyle for any weapons, it was more for show then anything. James backed off as Brian approached him.
"Listen Kyle, I know you're doing your best out there, but you gotta work harder, you haven't given us anything remotely important," Brian pulled out a tape recorder from his pocket, and played it. There was just a pause with a couple moments of static, Brian let it play for about six seconds, then stopped it, "We have nine hours of this shit!"
"What's going on Kyle?" James asked him.
"I don't know," Kyle said with an upset voice, "Somethin's not right, the first day, they didn't even search me. They never seem to talk about anything that has to do with drugs, and all we do all day is rob bookies."
"You pop somebody and there's no special card to play. The guy whose teeth you broke was Detroit Police Department," James explained. Kyle paused in the thought of when and why he did it.
"I'm going fuckin' nuts. I can't be someone else every day," Kyle pleaded.
"Most of the people in the world do it every day," James trying to make Kyle's problem seem less important.
"Yeah well I'm not them!" Kyle exclaimed.
"You're nobody. You signed the paper. Just because you play a fucking tough guy doesn't mean you are one, you lace curtain fucking pussy," James continued to insult Kyle. Kyle took one hard swing, after that each punch was less powerful as Brian tried to pull him back.
"That was a joke!" Brian exclaimed trying to pull them apart, " Come one act smart. If someone was watching how are we supposed to not arrest you? Look," he told Kyle as he cuffed him, "We need more from you."
"Like I said, somethin's not right, either Scarpitti's making to many mistakes, or to few."
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Post by Jack on Nov 21, 2006 22:41:48 GMT -5
***Flashback 6 months before the crash***
Once again Kyle found himself in his psychiatrists office, he hadn't done anything, he was just there, felt he needed some guidance. Only the strange thing about this visit is that Kyle was actually smiling, something he hadn't done in a long time. "Do you lie?" he asked out of the blue. Of course it started off with the usual 15 minutes of silence, but for him to be the first to speak up was unusual.
She gave an awkward look, as if to show that she didn't completely understand the point of the question, "Why? Do you?" she asked, hoping he only brought it up to talk about himself. Of course Kyle wasn't known to do that, but there was a lot of things he was doing that day, that he doesn't normally do.
"No..." he told her, "I'm asking if you lie," he stated to show that he wanted a direct answer from her.
She shook her head, she figured answering the question would show the most progress, "I..." she started out slowly, still trying to wrap her mind around the question, "I lie sometimes," she answered truthfully.
"And do you do it for a reason, or do you just do it for the hell of it?" she really hadn't expected a second question. It was like everything was flip-flopped around, like he was the psychiatrist asking the questions, and she was the on giving the skeptical responses.
"I assume people do it, to keep things on an even keel," she responded again slowly, trying to, not only figure out the reason for the questions, but to actually come up with a response.
Kyle laughed, she wasn't sure if he was laughing at something she didn't know, or he was just laughing at her expense, but before it got awkward, he asked another question, "You had a father that was a drunk, didn't you?" he asked her with a small smile on his face.
She looked at him with slight shock, how did he know about her father, maybe he had information on her, to see if she was good enough to tell secrets to, well he was a cop, it was possible. Or maybe he just got lucky, maybe he's dealt with a lot of drunk people before. How ever he knew it, she definitely found it to be impressive. She pulled back in defense and asked him curiously, "Did you?"
Only his eyes lit up, showing that the question for him was unexpected, he simply frowned and shook his head, "No," he answered kindly, and returning his face to a smile.
Perhaps it was a bit strange for her, but she wasn't sure if she should feel embarrassed or confused, and since she was working, she didn't want to spend a whole lot of time with it, she looked at his file, "Let's keep the question with you shall we?" Kyle's smile grew at the sudden defense, he didn't expect anything different. "How's work?" she asked. Of course a question that would normally change his mood, but today he just smiled.
"It's uh..." he said thinking about, "It's good."
Again she gave him the same strange look, maybe he was just having a good day, maybe he had changed, but what ever it was, she couldn't help thinking how close she felt to him. "Any problems?" she asked.
"No," he said shaking his head. He still had that same smile.
"Anything you want to talk about? Anything you want to tell me?" she continued to ask him, she was pretty much just stabbing in the dark, hoping she'd find the real reason why he came.
He paused for a second, "Can I tell you something... something I haven't told anyone who didn't already know?"
"Sure," she answered bracing herself for what ever was coming her way, normally she'd be fine, but this guy was different.
"Anyone who's been close to me, has uh... died," he kept the smile on his face, but toned it down so he wouldn't seem rude.
"Really? Like who?" she asked.
"My mom, dad, cousins, uncles, my aunt, my girlfriends," he went on, "Pretty much everyone."
"And how do you feel about that?" she asked.
"How do you think I feel? I'm just ecstatic," he told her sarcastically.
"Kyle there's something I have to ask you," she told him.
He laughed, "Really?" he asked sarcastically.
"Why did you come here?" she asked.
He paused for a moment as his smile faded, "Do you remember the first I came here? Do you remember what I asked you for?" he asked her.
Her face went blank, her mouth, straight, "Clonazepam," she said coldly.
"Bingo," he told with a voice of regret.
"You know what forget about it," she again said coldly.
"And what's that say about what you do?" Kyle asked.
"I just figured maybe you'd have changed, instead of leading up to this bullshit game you like to play by asking me questions, and I think we should have a few more meetings before we discuss prescriptions," she fought.
"A guy comes in here and gives you every, every inch of privacy," he said with a lot of emotion and gestures, "And what do you do? You send out into the street to score smack! Is that what you do?"
"You know what you can get out of here!" she yelled pointing to the door.
"Fine, I don't need this crap anyway," he said as he stormed out the door.
She slammed her desk, "Fucker," she said to herself. She paused for a minute. She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down.
(Outside the building)
Kyle found himself walking to the streets alone and cold, as usual. He had his brown sweat shirt on, and a black baseball hat that read B, or Boston Red Socks. He made his way down the ramp to the side walk. The building was new and vibrant, pretty much painted all white.
"Why are the last patients always the hardest?" Jane asked as she approached him.
"Its cause your tired and you don't give a shit," he told her, "Its not supernatural."
She handed him the paper. "Its your prescription," she told him, "I think you should see a different doctor, I'm gunna transfer you," she told him.
He took the paper and nodded, as she walked away he turned to face her, "So do you want to get a cup of coffee or something?" she looked back at him, they both just paused.
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