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Post by pearl on Nov 23, 2006 18:04:03 GMT -5
Awesome ... if I would have to comment this in one word it would be awesome I always liked the chemistry between Jane and Kyle ... the dialogs are always written so well and believable that I always feel myself transfered into some kind of movie playing in my head. And somehow I do like Kyle's personality very much. The way he questions things and how he thinks about him going to this psychiatrist. I would wish that he would dump that prescription into the gutter somehow.
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Jack
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Post by Jack on Nov 25, 2006 14:09:35 GMT -5
Name: Daniel Scarpitti Age: Deceased Occupation: Drug smuggler Appearance: Nationality: Scottish Residence: Detroit, Michigan Skills: Very persuasive, and can get people to do what ever he wants by putting fear in them. Weaknesses/bad habits: Often makes the wrong choices, which could cost him. Frequent moods/expressions: Often just pissed off, but frequently acts sneaky for what ever reason. Name: Rachel Miller Age: Deceased Occupation: No real occupation Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: Detroit, Michigan Skills: Very manipulative, can easily force people to do anything, mainly men. Weaknesses/bad habits: She can sometimes take her skill to far, putting her in rough situations. Frequent moods/expressions: Sneaky, happy, often worried, and scared. Name: Jason Duncan Age: Deceased Occupation: Drug dealer/hit man Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: Detroit, Michigan Skills: Very self reliant, and smart. Often keeps his mouth shut, helping him in most situations. Weaknesses/bad habits: Has a difficult time trusting people, and vise-versa. Frequent moods/expressions: Quiet, shy, and in rare times, ecstatic. Name: Charlie Williams Age: Deceased Occupation: Drug Smuggler Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: Detroit Michigan Skills: Well connected in Michigan, and can order anyone to do anything, no matter how severe. He is also very could at covering up his felonies. Weaknesses/bad habits: Very dumb, and illiterate. Frequent moods/expressions: Happy, often enjoys what he's doing, often friendly, however because of his intelligence, he is often extremely confused. Name: Chris Ford Age: Deceased Occupation: Drug dealer Appearance: Nationality: Australian Residence: Detroit, Michigan Skills: Also, very well connected, has information on almost anybody, and can call off the police anytime he wants. Weaknesses/bad habits: Extremely greedy, and makes bad choices because of it. Frequent moods/expressions: Angry, aware, selfish, and tough.
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Jack
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Post by Jack on Nov 25, 2006 18:47:14 GMT -5
***Flashback 5 months ago***
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" Kyle made his way through the street, it was a run down neighborhood, with sirens, and guns going off every second. He never thought he'd be able to prove the superstition of bums and buggies with his own eyes. If his clothes didn't make him a target for desperate criminals, his cell phone would.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" James asked on the other end, "What fuck did you want us to do? You fucking pussy."
Kyle stopped in his steps, "What the fuck is wrong with you? You want me to help you, but you're fucking up everything I do."
"The guy was found at the drug operation. If your such a fucking genius, what should we have done instead of arresting him?" James insulted.
"Look you fuck shit, I told you, Danny didn't have anything to do with it!" Kyle stated.
"Fuck you!" James contradicted, "If Danny wasn't involved, why the fuck did we find Charlie there?"
"Look I don't know, I never heard anything about a drug operation, Danny isn't telling me anything! I swear to fucking god he suspects something!"
James laughed, "Yeah I doubt that."
"Well then something else is wrong," Kyle said in fear.
"Yeah maybe," James paused, "Just watch out alright, try to get as much dirt, cause I don't think the charges on Charlie will stick."
"Alright, alright, I'll keep my eyes open, and ask around, but I swear things are gunna get fucked up, and if it does, I need your word that you'll pull me out," Kyle continued.
"Just get your ass over there," James ordered. Kyle flipped his cell phone closed. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. Before he could open them, he found himself thrown up against a wall, with a sharp pick in his neck. He opened his eyes to see some lowlife fuck, holding a knife to his neck.
"Hey boy," the man said, "Give my your fucking money," he ordered.
"Yeah?" Kyle asked, "Fuck you!"
"What did you say?" the man asked, forcing the knife into Kyle's neck. Kyle grabbed the man's hand, and kneed him in the gut. "Ah!" the man yelled as he fell to the ground. Kyle grabbed the man and picked him up, throwing him into the wall. Then as the man fell to the ground, Kyle grabbed by the collar and started hitting him. He got about five punches before he had to adjust himself. Then he hit the man with his left hand, and from one awkward punch, there was a cracking sound.
"Ah fuck!" Kyle yelled as he grabbed his broken wrist. As he held his arm in agony, he looked at the man on the floor, and kicked him across the face. He jumped as he heard a door being thrown open.
"What fuck are you doing?" Danny asked. Kyle just simply shrugged, "You're fucking late, get inside!" he ordered.
Kyle stumbled inside, and watched Danny check around outside before coming in. He looked into one of the rooms to see Jason and Chris whispering to each other.
"Fuck Danny," Chris whispered, "We need to help out Charlie." Kyle watched and listened to them as they talked.
"Charlie will be fine, what we need to do is find that fucking rat," Jason stated. Kyle had so much focus on the conversation that he jumped when he heard Danny behind him.
"What fuck were you doing out there?" Danny asked, "You trying to attract cops?"
"Look I'm sorry, the guy tried to mug me," Kyle explained. Danny passed by Chris and Jason, and whistled waving them into the other room. Kyle followed behind.
"Alright," Danny said as he sat in a chair, "Jimmy fucking Bags isn't paying up, so Chris," Danny exclaimed, "I need you to pay him a visit. And Jason, take Kyle down to the harbor, and you'll find the package." Kyle honestly had no idea what they were talking about.
"Alright," Chris said, "Do you want me to do the legs, or arms?" he asked.
"Doesn't matter," Danny told him. Kyle watched Chris walk out the door. The place was very dirty, and messed, they used boxes for tables, it was just a hide out, but still a pretty crappy hide out.
"Come on," Jason told Kyle.
"Yeah, start the car, I'll be out in a minute." Kyle told. Jason nodded and left through the front door. "Hey Danny?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah?" Danny asked Kyle.
"What's going on with the drugs man, all you seemed to want me to do is go after bookies..." Kyle began.
Danny cut him off, "Drugs, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Look I know who you are, and I want in, I don't want to be doing the fucking shit head jobs," Kyle told him.
Danny stared at Kyle for a few seconds and then nodded slowly, "Alright, take care of the package, and then we can talk." Kyle sighed and started to walk out, "And take care of your wrist," Brian told him. Kyle shook his head and walked out.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 25, 2006 22:44:53 GMT -5
Damn boy, that was a crapload of flashbacks! Took me an hour and a half to read it all. Great job! Definitely like watching a movie in my head, the way it's written. Dude, I don't think there's a psychologist in the world who could help this guy. He's just seen and experiences way too much!
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Post by Jack on Nov 30, 2006 18:10:54 GMT -5
***Flashback 4 months before the crash***
The rain drops fell from the sky like tiny bombs, the clouds were dark, and the sky, pitch black. The rain drops would swoop down, caught by the wind, and explode against the window. The rain in the streets was so excessive, that it sounded like a big wave, hitting the rocks on a beach. The rain drops that hit the roof sounded like a quietly tapping foot. It all flowed into a crack on the side of the roof. It leaked in and caused a stain on the ceiling. Every few seconds, a drop would fall from the ceiling, crashing into the floor boards below.
“God damn weather,” Danny said ambiguously as he placed a bucket where the rain drops would fall. The echo of the drops crashing in to the metal bucket made an immensely aggravating sound. The door swung open, followed by huge gusts of wind and rain. “Shut the fucking door will ya?” Danny asked.
Kyle looked back and slammed the door shut. “Kyle I’m glad you’re here,” Danny told him, “Have a seat,” he said pointing to a chair in front of his desk.
“What’s with the formality?” Kyle asked.
“Oh,” Danny said, becoming aware of what he was doing, “Old habits are hard to break,” he said with a smile.
Kyle laughed, “Yeah no kidding.” Kyle slumped into the chair as he stared at Danny. There was a long pause before anyone said anything. Danny sat in his chair and just stared off. He broke his concentration as he blinked, “You fucked up Kyle.”
“What are you talking about,” Kyle asked.
“You’ve been with us almost three months, and you fucked up,” Danny said in disappointment.
“What the fuck are you talking about ‘fucked up’?” Kyle said obnoxiously, “I’ve done everything you wanted me to do.”
“Do remember what happened Friday?” Danny asked, “Do you remember what I told you to do?”
“Yeah, you said to go with Charlie,” Kyle answered, only just realizing his mistake.
“I’m curious Kyle, just what did you do instead?” he asked.
“I told you I had a psychiatrist appointment,” Kyle explained solemnly.
“That does it cut it, I told you to go with Charlie and what happens? He got arrested…” Danny began “Look how the fuck was I suppose to know he was going to a drug deal?” Kyle asked, interrupting Danny, “Besides, even if I had gone, there was nothing I could do,” he continued, “And maybe if you guys would give me some information every once and a while…”
“Give you?” Danny asked, clearly he was upset, “Give you? Who the fuck do you work for!?”
“Look I’m just saying, if you want to do shit better, stop leaving me in the fucking dark,” Kyle exclaimed. The door burst open again, this time a young woman walked in soaked in rain.
“Hey,” Danny greeted.
“Hey baby,” she said as she took off her shoes. She walked over to him. She was young, with black hair, and a good physic. Danny leaned back and kissed her. All Kyle could think of were the words ‘Trust... can get you killed.’ She walked off into the other room.
“Who is she?” he asked.
“Back off she’s mine,” Danny joked.
“No,” Kyle continued, “What’s her name?”
“That beautiful goddess is named Rachel.” Kyle was so focused on the sudden déjà vu he was feeling, that he took no notice to Danny’s lame attempt to be witty and charming. Suddenly a cell phone was ringing. Kyle quickly grabbed his phone, only to notice there was nothing. He lowered it, to see Danny talking with a seriously look on his face. “What are you talking about?” Danny asked into the phone. “Well did you tell him to call the number?” Danny again waited for an answer, “Alright I’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone and jumped to his feet. He patted Kyle on the shoulder, “Clean up in the den and you can go home.”
“Sure,” Kyle told him as Danny rushed out the door. Kyle made his way into the den, and found a whole bunch of papers on the table, and a couple of folders. He checked the name of the folders, one said Danny, the other said Jason. He laughed at thought to himself, “We have to label it with our names, what grade are we in?” He picked them both up, without noticing Jason’s was upside down. All the papers from the folder fell out.
“Ah, fuck,” Kyle said in aggravation. He bent down to pick them up as he placed Danny’s on the table. He rummaged through the papers as he sorted them out. He could feel his breath being cut off as he picked up two of the papers. One was a police cadet file on Chris Ford, and the other… was him. He could barely blink as he stared at his picture in uniform. Then he read the label of the file, ‘Jason’.
(The streets of Detroit)
The rain was coming down hard now. He had his sweatshirt on with his hood covering his head. He approached a house along the street, and went to the window next to the door. He knocked at stared into the house, he smiled as he saw Jane approaching the door. She unlocked it and let him in.
“Hey,” he said with a fake expression of happiness.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I’m in so much trouble,” he responded.
He found himself standing in the door way of her bedroom, there were no pictures on the wall, or anything on the night table or dresser, there were jus boxes. “Moving somewhere?” he asked.
“How’d you know?” she asked in a friendly, sarcastic tone. Kyle smiled. He walked over to one of the boxes and pulled out a picture. He examined the picture for a few seconds.
“It’s me,” she told him
“Yeah I know,” he responded, comparing the picture, to her. He placed it back in the box, and looked around the house. “You don’t have any cats,” he stated.
“No,” she answered.
“I like that,” he told her. She smiled and walked past him into the kitchen.
“Come on,” she told him, “I’ll get you a drink.” He watched as she walked into the kitchen. The place was rather small, it wasn’t a surprise that she was moving out. Kyle placed his hands against the frames of the door way and watched as she fixed him a drink. “I’m moving to a new apartment,” she told him, “In the middle of the city.” She stared at him as he nodded, “the move isn’t for a couple more days, but I figured I’d stay ahead of schedule.”
Jane looked over to see him looking around anxiously at every corner of the house. “Your vulnerability is really freaking me out right now,” she told him suddenly, but truthfully, “Is it real?” she asked.
He nodded, “Yeah, I think so,” he responded.
Kyle found himself slowly kissing Jane, as she sat on her bed. Within seconds she removed her shirt and laid back. He kissed her with passion, as he slipped off his shirt. She laid still as he slipped her pants off, she just places her nail on her teeth and smiled. He then slowly kissed her from the neck down. She closed her eyes in pleasure. They shared one last smile, before he kissed her again.
There were flashes of a small, empty street, surrounded by some tall buildings. Kyle was standing with a gun pointed down. A bird flew over and knocked a loose light off the edge of one of the buildings. A door flung open as it became blurry, a single gun shot went off, as Kyle fell to the ground.
Kyle gasped as his eyes lit open. He began to breathe heavily, he looked over at Jane, who lay sound asleep on the bed, he then looked at the clock, it was 4:12am. He rubbed his head as he stood up. He put his jeans on and slipped the belt through the loops as he heard the bed creak. He looked over at Jane who was staring at him worriedly.
“You okay?” she asked.
Kyle just shook his head, “I don’t know,” he responded.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I have to go to work,” he told her, “I’ll call you if I get a chance.” She simply nodded as he threw on his shirt and left threw the door.
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Jack
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Post by Jack on Nov 30, 2006 23:45:03 GMT -5
***Flashback 4 months before the crash***
The sound of violent cusps of wind could be heard, followed by the sound of rubber tires dragging across asphalt. There were windows everywhere in the terminals. There was a long, narrow path leading to and from the boarding areas. Next to that on both sides, were conveyor belts. Obviously one going one way, and the other, the other way. The odd thing was that the airport was practically empty.
Kyle walked along one of the conveyor belts, with a cell phone in his hand, as usual. He was overly depressed and worried. He just walked ominously quick, as if he had somewhere important to go. “How are ya sweetheart?” James asked.
“Fuck you,” Kyle told him, but it wasn’t like the constant bickering between the two, Kyle was actually sacred this time, and couldn’t take any more bullshit.
“How about you calm down, and we’ll meet up and I’ll take you for ice cream,” James joked. His voice was very monotone, as if he were tired, or extremely disappointed.
“I’m getting on a plane, if you don’t pull me out,” Kyle demanded.
“Look just calm down,” James told him, his voice wasn’t very convincing.
“Meet up?” Kyle asked, “You actually want me dead? Look there is a rat in your unit, that is a fact, alright? Where’s Brian?”
“He’s not here,” James stated.
“Look they knew you had cameras in the building, they knew to turn off their cell phones, they knew everything,” Kyle explained rapidly, “There is a leak from the inside, man smoke him out.”
“Yeah? And how do we do that genius?” James asked.
“Let it slip threw SIU that you have a sealed wire tap warrant for Scarpitti’s apartment, don’t tell ‘anyone’ in our division, but tell SIU. See if it comes up on my end, that’s what we do first, we narrow it down,” Kyle continued to explain rapidly as he walked down the conveyor belt.
“You at the airport?” James asked rhetorically, “What you taking your fathers place?” he asked.
Kyle stopped, letting the conveyor belt pull him along, “What the fuck did you just say?” he asked angrily. James didn’t respond, “Fuck you! You don’t say anything about my father.”
“What the lowlife scum, who worked baggage handler at the airport?” James asked. Kyle’s face expression immediately sunk into a red fireball, “Look you want to meet up, or you got something real call me back,” James told him, without giving Kyle a chance to respond.
(The Police Department)
James hung up his phone and turned to the FBI agent and Brian who were waiting for a response, “So?” Brian asked, “Why the fuck did they know to turn off their cell phones?” he asked impatiently.
“Kyle says we have a leak from the inside,” James said shamefully.
“What do you mean like a ‘rat’?” The FBI agent asked.
“Aren’t you a fucking genius,” James snapped, “Who forged your transcripts dickhead?”
“Is he serious?” Brian asked.
“I think so, it would add up,” James sighed.
“Ah Jesus,” Brian said sadly.
(Danny’s Hideout)
Kyle was glad to see he was the only one who showed up. No one else was to be seen, that was, until he opened the door. He found Danny sitting at his desk. “Hey Kyle,” he said cheerfully. Kyle looked at him suspiciously and then went to the fridge.
“So where is everyone?” Kyle asked pulling a drink out of the fridge.
“They’re out,” Danny told him, “We got lucky last night,” Danny said out of the blue, “Luckily the fucking cops had a blind spot.” Kyle nodded slowly. “You know, they’re fucking douche bags,” Danny went on, Kyle just stared at him with gleaming eyes and his eyebrows curved upwards. He was hoping that his fake image was working today. “Let me ask you something. If you kill a man, or if you run a red light, what’s the difference?” Danny asked, Kyle decided it would be best not to respond, “To us, there is a huge difference, but to cops, that’s a different story, they treat every crime all the fucking same,” Danny rambled, “See that’s the thing about cops, they’ll treat all us law breakers as second class citizens, because they think they’re better. But what about when they break the law. I bet they got some other fuck head, wiping their asses for them.”
Kyle slowly nodded, that had a great look of confusion, “So what the fuck are we talking about here?” he asked.
“Last night opened my eyes,” Danny explained as he rubbed his nose, “Obviously the cops knew well in advance that the drug deal was going down and the pier. So what I want to know, is who tipped em’ off,” Danny continues, “And this opens up a lot of questions, like you’re the new guy.” Kyle could literally hear his heart beating, the sweat running down the back of his neck, but his hands… he simply crossed them.
“I look your other guys, I mean they’re all murderers right, right?” Kyle asks, “And I think, could I do murder… and all I can say to myself is, ‘What’s the difference’.”
“Give ‘em up to the all mighty,” Danny said cheerfully.
“You see that’s my point, you pressure me fear for my life, and I will put a fucking bullet in your head, like you were anyone else.” Danny simply took a deep breath and drew his weapon, casually pointing it at Kyle.
“You got something you want to ask me?” Danny asked.
“Look all I’m saying Danny, is you’re the pain in the ass, and they will catch you,” Kyle said referring to the police, “As for the money, I mean what the fuck are you doing? You don’t need it.”
“There is a lot I don’t need,” Danny explained, “But I like it.”
“Look all I’m saying is who thinks they can do what you do, better then you?” Kyle asked.
“The only one who do what I do is me,” Danny explained, “A lot of people died for me to be me,” Kyle shuttered as he heard those words, “Past days situations like this I… kill everybody, everybody who works for me.”
“Come on Danny,” Kyle said standing up, “You’re not that old.” Kyle joked. Danny smiled. Kyle walked over to the door that had creaked open. Kyle went to close it as Danny walked into the other room. He peered out the window, the sky was clear, and the sun was shining. He also happened to notice Chris talking to Jason and Rachel. He stood close to the door, trying not to make a sound.
“Are you serious?” Jason asked.
“Yeah, SIU said they have a warrant for Danny’s apartment,” Chris explained. Kyle’s eyes lit up, he had a smile across his face.
“Bingo,” he whispered to himself. He pulled out his cell phone and text messaged ‘Got ‘em’ to James. A couple seconds later there was a reply, saying ‘Follow him’. Kyle put his phone away and walked out onto the porch to see Chris taking off in a car, and the other two were gone already. Kyle cocked his gun as jumped into his car.
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Post by Jack on Dec 1, 2006 20:47:59 GMT -5
***Flashback 4 months before the crash***
Kyle had his feet up on the dashboard, his eyes were covered by his baseball cap. He watched inventively as Chris walked into a building. He quickly sat up, and took off his cap, to get a better view of Chris. As the door close behind him, Kyle threw his car door open, and jumped out. He closed it behind him, as he slowly approached the side of the building, about three feet away from the door. He pulled out his cell phone and test messaged, ‘Your call’ and received another that said, ‘Make an arrest’. He then test messaged, ‘344 Wash’ then he put his cell phone away.
It was a small, empty street, surrounded by some tall buildings. It was like the centre of connecting alleyways, and the back doors to the buildings, without any handles. Kyle slowly tilted his head to see if anyone was coming. As soon as the door was thrown open again, he quickly brought his head back. Then he constantly checked and pulled back over and over again, to make sure it was Chris, and so that he wouldn’t see him. Chris was just simply looking around. As soon as Kyle caught the sight of the back of Chris’ head, he turned the corner, kicking the door closed as he did so.
“Freeze!” he yelled as he held his gun against Chris’ neck. Chris quickly ducked in cover, mainly cause he was surprised, and didn’t know what was going on.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Chris asked. It was the obvious question under those circumstances.
“Shut up!” Kyle ordered.
“What?” Chris asked.
“You didn’t come here to talk, you came here to get arrested,” Kyle explained, pulling out hand cuffs.
“Arrested for what?” Chris asked in confusion.
“For being Scarpitti’s fucking rat, that’s what for,” Kyle said harshly.
“What’s this a citizens arrest?” Chris asked, with a tone that made Kyle sound stupid, “Blow me.” Kyle paused for a split second, letting go of the handcuffs. He clipped Chris across the face with the back of his gun. Chris dropped to the floor, allowing Kyle to apply the handcuffs, “Fuck you Kyle, only one of us is a cop here Kyle, you understand that Kyle, nobody will believe you,” Kyle just continued to apply the handcuffs, “I was a rat? Fuck you, Scarpitti was my informant!” Chris yelled.
“Informant?” Kyle asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Weren’t you the least bit curious to who tip off the police about Charlie?” Chris asked, “Danny is a fucking FBI informant.” Kyle threw Chris up against the wall.
“What are you talking about?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah shoot a cop Einstein,” Chris insulted, “Watch what happens.”
“What would happen, is this bullet would go through your fucking head!” Kyle said loudly, and expressively.
“Watch what happens!” Chris contradicted.
“Why, so you can get the parade? Huh?” Kyle asked, “The bagpipes and bullshit? Fuck you! Fuck you! I’m fucking arresting you!” Kyle yelled, evenly louder then he had before.
“That’s the stupidest thing you could do!” Chris told him, only to meet the back of the gun again, and again.
“Shut the fuck up!” Kyle pronounced each word after each swing. He stopped to catch his breath as Chris lay on the ground bleeding, “I couldn’t give a shit if the charges don’t stick, I’m still fucking arresting you.” He heard footsteps as he pulled Chris up. He moved Chris in front of him, to block any bullets, if they were to be fired at him. He saw as Danny turned the corner, unaware of the current situation. Danny immediately pulled out his gun as he saw Kyle and Chris.
“What are you doing?” Danny asked Kyle.
“Look, you know who I am, you know I’m a cop,” Kyle explained.
“You fuck head, so is Chris,” Danny told him.
“I know, I know, he’s the rat, he’s the leak from the department,” Kyle continued. Danny looked at Chris shocked.
“Will you shoot this mother fucker!?” Chris yelled.
“I have evidence!” Kyle stated, trying to make sure Danny could hear him over Chris’ plead for help. Danny took deep breaths before he lowered his weapon. Kyle began to catch his breath and consciousness, only to have it taken away again, as Danny’s blood splattered on his shirt. He jumped back, completely out of breath, in the shock. He watched as Jason turned the corner, with his gun still letting out smoke.
“Cock sucker,” he said as he kicked Danny’s body. Kyle quickly looked over to see a bird flying past, nocking over one of the lights, his eyes sank.
"You gotta be kidding me," he said as Jason fired off one more round towards Kyle, but luckily striking Chris in the head instead. Kyle fell back under Chris’ weight. “Fuck!” he yelled as he pushed Chris’ body off of him. He stopped motionless, as Jason approached him with his gun drawn. His heart and his lungs stopped, his brain and his muscles froze and tensed.
“Put your hands up!” James yelled as he cocked his gun. Jason stood up, only to be thrown against the wall by Brian. James walked past them towards Kyle, “Search him,” James ordered Brian.
“Nobody’s fucking searching me, search me for what?” Jason rambled.
“Contra-fucking-band,” Brian told him, “Spread your legs apart." James holstered his weapon and displayed his hand to Kyle.
“Come on,” he said offering to pull him up. Kyle stared at him for a second then grabbed his arm.
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Post by pearl on Dec 1, 2006 21:16:44 GMT -5
Man it's getting intense more and more and the words fuck and fucking were used way to excessively *lol* But that is what a good action movie is quoted on nowadays And those flashbacks are definitly very good! I liked that little softcore scene between Jane and Kyle *giggling*
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Post by Jack on Dec 2, 2006 23:21:25 GMT -5
***Flashback 17 years before the crash***
Kyle could feel the boat rocking back and forth. The waves were dull, the water glistening and the sun was shinning brightly. He could feel the sweat run along the back of his neck. He ran his hand threw his short hair. He could see the bits of sweat drip from his hair to the bottom of the boat. There was no sound, but the sound of nature; birds chirping, the rippling waves hitting the shore. He sighed, it wasn’t really a sigh of pain, or relief, it was just a sigh.
He wasn’t sure why his mother was so obsessed of how his father took care of him, whether or not he was with her during the week, it should have been up to his father to decide what to do on the weekend. Although, he could see her point of view, his father dealt with very dangerous people; his uncle Jackie, his uncle Tommy, and of course Rick. He hated the thought of his father being in trouble, but he always found a way to look away from it.
He was only five when his parents left, it didn’t seem that long ago then, seeing as how he was only ten. His mother, Stephanie, was a brilliant woman, and if he didn’t end up in jail when he was older, he owed it to her, however if he did, he owed it to his father. Not saying his father was a bad person, his uncle Jackie was much worse, he was what his father ‘could’ have been. Jackie was rich, strong, very respected, but what he did, cost him his soul, and later his life. Under his father’s circumstances, he was as good as possible, he just lived in the wrong part of town. He definitely did his best to raise his son.
Kyle loved his father, a lot more then he loved his mother, he just felt so connected to his father. It wasn’t until he was eleven that he saw his father kill someone, which tore Kyle apart. Later when he was twelve, he watched his father die. After that Kyle lead a pretty normal life, up until he was twenty three, that his uncle Jackie was slaughtered, and later when he turned twenty five his uncle Tommy was arrested for selling illegal weapons to police officers. Of course about four years before that his mother died.
Kyle was a small little kid, nothing much to his body other then a little meat, and a lot of bones. Kyle knew the situations his father was into, trying to pay off Aston, and try to keep his family inline. His father would do anything Rick asked him to, but never asked for anything in return, all he wanted was respect, but it was certainly the wrong person to want respect from. Rick never trusted Billy, “You can’t trust a man who acts like he’s got nothing to lose.”
Maybe if his parents had had another child he wouldn’t have been so messed up when he was older. A sibling would have done him a great deal of good, but it never happened, his parents didn’t last that long.
“You doing good in school?” his father asked. Finally somebody said something. Kyle hated fishing, but at least it gave him a chance to talk to his father, but if nobody was talking, he was at a loss.
Kyle nodded his head, “Yeah,” he answered truthfully. To be honest, Kyle did the best in his class; he wasn’t sure who he got his intelligence from, it might have been his mother, she ran a business, but his father was street smart, and not the kind of street smart, where you’re so dumb that you claim you have street smart, his father really had street smart. If he were to walk down the street, he could know what everyone was thinking, what people’s motives were, what some people do to survive, which was a useful tool to avoid those situations.
“That’s good,” Billy told his son, he never really had a father/son moment with Kyle, it was more of a friend relationship, Billy never thought of himself as Kyle’s superior, nor did Kyle think that his father was an authority figure, which is probably just another reason for his mother to be worried. Kyle would listen to anything his father said, he was a brilliant man, probably could have been an astronaut if his mother wasn’t a drunk, and his father wasn’t killed when he was seven… yet another thing Kyle and his father had in common. “So did I, they call that a paradox,” Billy playfully joked.
Kyle smiled. “I want you to understand something Kyle, that way you don’t end up like me,” his father went on, “Years ago we had the church,” Kyle had heard this story before, but he loved it, “Which was just another way of saying we had each other,” Kyle sat in the boat, with his fishing pole in his hand, listening intently, “But after that… I don’t know, they put hate in your heart. The nights of Columbus were real head breakers, true Ginnies, they took over their part of the city,” his father explained, “Twenty years, after an Irishman couldn’t get a fucking job, we had the presidency… may he rest his soul. See that’s what the niggers don’t realize,” anyone would have been shocked by the ‘N’ word to be used lightly… now a days, but it was a different time back then, and not to mention, Billy wasn’t exactly raised by the most loving parents, “If I go anything against ‘the black chapies’ it’s this, nobody gives a dear… you have to take it.”
Kyle smiled, he loved that one verse he could quote his father, ‘Nobody gives a dear… you have to take it’ it just had so much meaning to it. “The church wants you in your place,” Billy continued, “Kneel, stand, kneel, stand, and if you go for that sort of thing, I don’t know what to do for ya, a man makes his own way,” Billy explained, “No one gives it to ya, you have to take it, non survium…”
“James Joyce,” Kyle interrupted.
“Smart Kyle, that’s good,” his father congratulated with pride, “When you decide to be something, you can be it,” his father continued, “That’s what they don’t tell you in the church. Do you know what I’m getting at?” Billy asked.
Kyle nodded slowly, “Yeah.” There was a few seconds of them staring at each other, before Kyle felt a slight tug. The fishing pole was bent, and his hands tightened, trying to keep a hold of the net.
“Op!” his father yelled, “I’ll grab the net,” his father said as he went threw the items in the boat. Kyle pulled hard, reeling in the fish. His father put out the net and let the fish drop right in it. “Ha, ha, good catch Kyle,” the two of them shared a smile while the fish squirm in the net. After about five seconds they both looked over at the parking lot, about 200 yards away from the boat. They could hear glass shattering. They could see two men tarring apart his father’s car. One of them caught sight of them. As soon as Billy caught sight of that, he pulled Kyle in close to him.
“Hey Billy!” one of them yelled, “Jackie says ‘Fuck you’!” he yelled. The other shot out the tires, and then they took off in a black car. Kyle was breathing heavily, and that’s when he noticed his father was fine.
“Don’t worry about them,” Billy told him.
“Jackie?” Kyle asked.
“I guess you could say we have a fucked up family huh?” Billy suggested. Had Kyle’s mother had been there, she would have told him something like ‘Watch your mouth around the boy’ that’s one of the reason Kyle liked his father better, his mother referred to him as ‘the boy’ nothing more. Of course he loved his mother extremely much, and it almost killed him when his mother died.
“Families are always a rise and a fall in America, am I right?” Kyle stated.
“Who said that?” Billy asked curiously.
“Hawthorn,” responded Kyle.
Billy smiled, “What’s a matter Kyle, you don’t know any Shakespeare?” Kyle joined his father in the smile.
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Post by Jack on Dec 2, 2006 23:25:37 GMT -5
I just want to point out that a certain word in my newest flashback is simply to illustrate the time it took place, and that certain word does not express my feelings or thoughts. Just so you know .
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Post by pearl on Dec 3, 2006 14:52:53 GMT -5
“Years ago we had the church,” Kyle had heard this story before, but he loved it, “Which was just another way of saying we had each other,” Kyle sat in the boat, with his fishing pole in his hand, listening intently, “But after that…" I do remember those sentences Other than that and the N-Word everything is perfectly fine. Great father sun fishing flashback. Makes me sad because I never was fishing with my father
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Post by Jack on Dec 7, 2006 21:34:17 GMT -5
***Flashback 1 month before the crash***
“Eternal rest grant upon her old lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her,” read the priest with the bible displayed in his hands.
“Amen,” said the group of people surrounding the coffin.
“May she rest in piece,” the priest continued.
“Amen,” the group said once again.
“May her soul, and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of ‘God’, rest in piece,” the priest finished, “Amen.” Everyone stood in silence, not one person would make eye contact with another. Many had held their hands together.
Almost instantly after the priest’s last ‘Amen’, everyone seemed to depart, including the priest. They faded into the distance, leaving one person to stand alone in the middle of the cemetery. Kyle stood alone with his black suit on, his hands in his pockets. He just simply stared at the coffin. He turned his head to see a picture of his mother placed next to the coffin. He took a deep breath and slowly walked out in the same direction as the others.
(The department)
The thought began to fade from his mind. He hated thinking of his mother’s funeral, but at least it was better then his father’s, in which only he and his mother showed up. Yet again, he found himself sitting in James’ office, taping his foot wait for someone to say something. His anticipation was almost more then usual, not really a surprise since no one had spoken to him about what happened in the past three weeks. He was leaning on the back of the chair, with his legs crossed, and his back up against the arm rest. His hand was placed in front of his mouth, with his thumb running threw the thin, short hairs on his chin. His vulnerability was strong, and easy to detect. This was the last place he wanted to be, and he hated being left in the dark while Brian and James discussed random things.
The one thought that always calmed him down was just a simple image of Jane. He couldn’t help, but spread a grin on his face when he thought of her. Her long, luscious, blond hair, her beaming smile, her perfectly formed, firm breasts, her beautiful form, her a luring smell, even the smell of her breath, and the sweet taste of her lips, all these Kyle loved about her, but who wouldn’t love these things. The one thing he loved the most was her friendship, and passion for him, he hadn’t had a true friend, or even someone to talk to since his mother died. He truly loved her, and just wished he could leave the police force behind him, and spend all eternity with just Jane.
The only reason why he showed up in fact, was to find out what information Scarpitti had obtained. Obviously Charlie and Chris had been working for someone, but clearly it hadn’t been Scarpitti. The whole situation didn’t make much sense. All Kyle had been previously told was that there were some drug dealers in Detroit that were connected to drug deals in LA, but the drugs themselves apparently came from Sydney, Australia. Almost 4 months he had been a rat and didn’t obtain anything, but at least he didn’t turn out like T.J.
The room was extremely hot, especially for June. There was a single fan in the back that was rotating back and forth. Kyle was on the verge of sweating, James already had sweat on his back. It was a small, confined office, with only one door, and no windows. It looked more like a storage room. Brian and James continued to whisper in the corner of the office, with their backs turned to Kyle. Made Kyle curious to why they didn’t just discuss it, and then call Kyle into the room. It would make his life a whole lot easier. There were papers scared all over the single desk in the middle of the room, and a sad attempt for filing behind it.
“Fucking air conditioning is broken,” James said as he approached his desk. ‘Nice ice breaker’ Kyle thought. James sat in his chair and Brian stood behind him. They just stared at Kyle for a few seconds.
“So why am I here?” Kyle asked.
“You know exactly why you’re here,” James responded, “What you don’t got anything better to say?” Kyle didn’t answer.
“We looked into Danny files, and reports,” Brian began, “Not much there, but the bottom line is… we have to send you to Sydney.” Kyle suddenly became confused, he looked at James, then at Brian, and once he noticed their serious faces, he discovered they were serious.
“What are you fucking retarded or something?” Kyle asked, “I spend four months with my life on the line, to find out I have to go to Sydney?” Kyle protested.
“That’s where the drugs are coming in from, the kingpin is there,” Brian continued.
“Fuck that,” Kyle contradicted. Brian and James looked at each other, and then back at Kyle, “Why don’t you just send someone from LA?” he asked.
“What the fucking hopped up, free loaders?” James asked, “I wouldn’t trust those corrupt busters with anything.”
“Look the drugs are out of here, its there problem now,” Kyle continued.
“Well the more we sit on it, the more drugs will get shipped in, you think Scarpitti’s crew are the only one’s working on it?” Brian asked, “You’ll be working with an agent named Robbie Hewitt.”
“No,” Kyle protested examining both Brian, and James’ face, “No… no fucking way, no.”
“Look, we’ll have you on the next flight out to L.A. and you'll stay in L.A. for couple of days while we clear some stuff up, and then you'll take another flight from L.A. to Sydney. In Sydney you’ll meet up with Robbie, and he’ll explain everything,” James explained.
“Wait next flight out? Can’t it be tomorrow?” Kyle asked.
“No, nobody can know what we’re doing, its just James and me who know,” Brian explained. Kyle sat silently. “Let’s go to work.” Brian said leaving the office, followed by James.
Kyle slowly ran his hand threw his hair, “Fuck.” He stepped out of the office and dialed a cell phone number on his phone, “Yeah, its me, look, I’m gunna have to miss your birthday dinner…” he paused as Jane spoke, “Business. Look I’m gunna be gone for a while, I’ll be back in a couple of weeks I promise.”
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Post by Jack on Dec 9, 2006 21:12:16 GMT -5
***Flashback 1 month before the crash***
The blazing sun illuminated the land. Sure it was a good place for tourism, but most northern Americans would go during the brutal, harsh winters, not during the beginning of the summer. Basically to sum up how hot it was, if you were to apply a magnifying glass to an ant, it would burst into flames. They called it the land down under, which for right now, meant so much more then just being on the bottom of the globe.
The streets were covered in thin, sparkling rain water. The sky was clear however, not a cloud insight. The sound of the seagulls could be heard, and the slight stench of boat oil, and gutted fish hung in the air, it was honestly worse then any landfill. There were people all over the place, tourist, locals, you name it. The buildings along the street were strangely structured, they were all connected like town houses, but you along the street and about four or five of them are clean, formal, upper-class kind of building, and the next couple were rundown, full of second-class citizens, who enjoyed nothing more then a beer, and TV.
A red Honda Civic pulled up to a bar, followed by a white Ford van. People outside the bar stood curiously observing the vehicles. First of all, barely anyone needed a car in the area, because mostly all the stores were within 1km of any residents, second of all, it was a poor bar, with barely any business. The four men in the Honda seemed to be casual except one. “What the fuck are you doing?” Kyle asked, insulting the intelligence of the driver.
“What’s the problem?” Robbie asked curiously and in shock.
“You pull up to a bar in a bad neighborhood with a car and a van, and you let one guy out, and expect the people in the bar not to be suspicious?” Kyle asked. Robbie simply shrugged, “No wonder your informants keep getting killed,” Kyle said rudely, while glaring out the window.
“Hey listen up bud, last year were only had 23 guns deaths in the entire cotenant, and another thing…” Robbie ranted. His Australian accent was quite strong, and alluring, that was more than you could say about his physical appeal.
“Just drive around the block,” Kyle instructed the driver.
“The last time we took orders from you Americans was back in ‘82, when…” Robbie continued, without actually no one was listening and no one cared.
“Will you shut the fuck up?!” Kyle yelled. The guys sitting next to him in the backseat laughed.
They pulled up to an alleyway, just behind the bar. Robbie had a computer on his lap as he cycled through some files. “Alright kid, you have to be in and out,” Robbie explained, “Just tune up a couple of them, and then you should be forced to meet with Colin, and he’ll connect you to the idiot that calls himself Mr. Moral.”
“Alright,” Kyle said understandingly.
“And that’s 1500 of your American dollars, of equipment,” Robbie informed him, “So don’t mess it up.” Kyle nodded. He opened the door and walked out casually. As soon as he was about six feet from the car, he stripped off the wire that was belted around his waist, and he started to run off toward the bar.
“Hey! What the hell’s he doing?” one of the cops asked, that sat in the van with head phones on. The watched as he ran off.
“Fuck,” the other one said tossing his head phones to the floor.
(Inside the bar)
Kyle looked around the room to see if he could notice anyone that the police showed him. There were two of them sitting at a table, just simply talking. Another sat at the bar next to two bar flies. Kyle walked over to the one at the table. He pulled out a chair next to the drug dealer, “Cranberry juice,” he ordered from the bartender as he sat down and lit a cigarette. The jack ass next to him started laughing.
“What are you a fucking pussy or something?” he asked while still laughing. Kyle paused for a second. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, and smashed his glass over the man’s head. As the man toppled over, Kyle started kicking him, before he was thrown up against the wall by one of the guys from the table. Kyle paused, trying to relax, and then he tried to break loose. The man grab a hold of Kyle, pinning him against the wall. Kyle tried to brush the man’s hands off, but was unsuccessful.
“Hey! Get your fucking hands off me!” Kyle yelled as he struggled.
“Hey, hey, hey,” the man said taking his hands off Kyle, and trying to calm him down, “You know me?”
“Yeah…” Kyle said trying to catch his breath, “You work for Colin.”
“That’s right. I’m the guy who tells you there are guys you can hit, and guys you can’t,” the man pointed the guy on the ground with the bleeding head, “Now that’s not quite a guy you can’t his, but it’s almost a guy you can’t hit. So I’m gunna make a fucking roll in on this right now, you don’t fucking hit him! You understand?”
Kyle nodded, “Yeah, sure, fine.” The man stared long and hard at Kyle, before speaking again.
“Come with me,” he ordered. Kyle just stood still, “I’m not the cops… I’m not asking yeah.” After a few seconds Kyle followed the man into the back room of the bar.
“Who the fuck is this?” Colin asked. He sat alone a table, playing with cards.
“This guy knocked out Brown,” the man explained.
“Really?” Colin asked in a strange voice, as if he were interested in something. “What do you want boy?”
“I know about your drugs you fuck,” Kyle said, “And… I want in.”
Colin simply laughed, “You think I’m gunna let in anyone who wants to help? Lawrence take care of this idiot.” The man kicked Kyle in the back of the knee, causing him to drop to his knees. He then took out a gun and placed it against Kyle’s neck.
“Wait! Wait!” Kyle yelled out in desperation, “I can help you!”
“Oh yeah?” Colin asked, “How’s that?”
“There’s a police car and surveillance van sitting outside at the back of the bar!” Kyle explained, still traumatized by the gun.
“And how would you know that?” Colin asked.
“Because I have connections… Connections that can help you out,” Kyle continued.
“Connections?” Colin paused, he looked out one of the windows, “Lawrence, will you take care of it?” Lawrence simply nodded, and stuck his gun out the window, he fired off a couple of rounds at the car causing Kyle to jump. Immediately the car and the van sped off. “You gotta thank those connections for that,” Brian stated, “They just did me a big favour.” There was a strange thing about Colin’s accent. Everyone else had an Australian accent, but Colin, he had a normal Boston accent. “Have a seat, Mr.?”
“My names Kyle Forfar,” Kyle responded as he sat down.
“You say you want in on my drug business,” Colin ranted, standing up, “I gotta ask you, are you willing to murder people?” Kyle nodded his head slowly, “Oh really?” Colin asked, “What do you know about murder.”
“Well,” Kyle started, “My uh… Father was murder when I was 12, I watched someone put a bullet threw his head. Then when I was 16 I found the mother fucker who did it to him, and so I grabbed a pillow and a hand gun… killed him while he was sleeping. And I thought that it would ease my pain, give me some relief… but it didn’t, all it gave me was a mess the clean up.” Kyle paused, he was in his normal, usual sorrow state, “When I was young, I wondered if ‘God’ would ever forgive us for what we have done… and then I look around at what we are doing to each other… that’s when I realize, ‘God’ left this place a long time ago.”
“Give ‘em up to the all mighty,” Colin joked. Kyle laughed, “What?” Colin asked.
“Oh nothing, its just, the only other person who told me that, was the man I hated the most,” Kyle explained.
Colin paused, “Search him,” he ordered Lawrence.
“Shoes,” ordered Lawrence, waving him over. Kyle slipped off his first shoe.
“You’re an Irishmen? Good for you,” Colin told him, “I can tell from your accent. You from Boston?”
“No, Detroit,” Kyle responded.
“Huh… I didn’t know they were known for their Irish,” Colin ranted.
“They’re not,” Kyle said taking off his other shoe.
“You know what Sigmund Freud said about the Irish?” Colin asked.
Kyle nodded, “Yeah, he said that we’re the only people who are impervious to psychoanalysis.”
“Stand,” ordered Lawrence. He threw Kyle up against the wall to search him.
“Exactly,” Colin responded to Kyle’s statement, “This, can do me a lot of good, especially with people who work for me.”
“He’s clean,” Lawrence said walking over to the table to sit down.
“I look at you and wonder, ‘What can I use you for.’” Colin continued. They was a long silence before anyone spoke again, “Look I’m busy today kid, but you come back on Monday, and I might have a job for you.” Kyle nodded slowly. He then shrugged.
“Excellent.” Kyle stated.
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Post by Jack on Dec 13, 2006 17:16:09 GMT -5
***Flashback 16 years before the crash***
The sound of the wind was piercing, it was like gusts of wind being shot out into the air. However the sound of the spinning blade didn’t add much to the annoyance. It wasn’t until the plane was falling from the sky, that Kyle realized why everyone else was wearing ear muffs. The sound of the wheel touching the ground was a unique, interesting sound, and as it skid along the asphalt runway. The spinning propellers started to die down, changing from a round, circular illusion, into a five separate blade device. Kyle watched as the young man waved the glowing batons. Finally the plane came to a full stop.
The man threw down his batons and walked toward Kyle. There was a fence all around the airport, a barbed wire fence, and the actual airport itself was no bigger then a condo. They were just outside the city of Detroit. They were actually where Kyle’s father worked, and had worked there for many years. Kyle never seemed to understand why his dad worked at an airport, he was qualified for many other jobs, and yet he worked at the airport.
“Wanna help your dad?” the young man asked presently. Kyle nodded his head ecstatically. “Okay buddy, go ahead,” the man said and almost instantly Kyle bolted onto the runway. Kyle was 12 years old, however his under developed body hid his age. Kyle made his way over to the plane, almost exhausted from running. He observed the plane. It was one of the privet planes, that’s pretty much big enough for the pilot and a few passengers.
A man stepped off the plane. He wore an expensive, beige suit, and sun glasses. He was fairly fit, with short blond hair. Kyle heard the sound of a small vehicle, almost immediately he knew it was his father. His father was the baggage handler. Kyle watched as his father sped down the runway, and pulled up to the front of the plane. He had a rather large smile on his face, “Hello sir,” Billy greeted.
“Yah…” the man trailed off, placing a cigarette between his fingers, and taking off towards the service building. It was pretty much like a gas station, only bigger, it even had the glass door, with the open/close sign. The man threw open the door, and walked inside.
Billy was handling the baggage, throwing them into the cart. Kyle walked over to him, “Why’s there a fence around the airport?” Kyle asked.
“Because…” Billy started as he three more bags into the cart, “It’s a privet airport.”
“What do you mean ‘privet’?” Kyle asked.
“Well the airport you and I have been to brings in planes from all over the world, but this one, only brings in privet airplanes from Australia,” Billy responded, while taking a break for a few seconds.
Before Kyle could ask another question, two more men stepped off the plane. They were both dressed rather well, one of them was rather large, and rotund, the other just look like a psycho, with a crazy look in his eye. Kyle looked at the men and then at his father, who was rising slowly with the smile wiped right off his face, and replaced with a look of concern. Kyle looked at his father, and then at the young man by the fence. The crazy guy took off down towards the fence, and the other just stood in his place. Kyle’s father stood simply still.
“What’s going on?” Kyle whispered.
“Shh…” his father told him, “It’ll be alright.” Kyle looked up at his father, and now he looked concerned.
“Ah ha, ha!” someone screamed in agony from the service building. Then there was a loud popping sound, and before Kyle could ask or say anything, he heard another scream. The young man was being beat with a metal bar. One strike to the head, and there was blood all over the fence. Kyle looked away in fear.
The man who went into the service building stumbled out, with blood all over his shirt. “Come on,” he ordered as he reached the plane, “Kill them.”
“Come one Mac… he’s a kid,” the fat man said.
“Fine, knock him out,” the man ordered, getting onto the plane.
“Come here kid,” the man said grabbing Kyle by the arm, Kyle tried to squirm, but he couldn’t move. Then there was a flash, and the man let go. His father had hit him over the head. Everything was going so fast, Kyle barely remembered any of it, all he remembered was a gun going off from the nut jobs direction. A bullet struck his father in the eye, and another hit the fat man in the stomach. Kyle fell to the ground, while holding his head.
The man put the gun away, and run over to the three of them. He picked up Kyle, and struck him in the face, and then left him. All Kyle remembered after that was the fat man gurgling, and then a single gun shot, after that, everything was a blur.
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Post by pearl on Dec 15, 2006 20:06:28 GMT -5
Ugh ... that was pretty intense ... I am remembered why I don't like splatter movies ... to much of a mental image. You describe things so lovely and in detail. I wouldn't have been able to write a whole paragraph about a plane landing *lol* But you can. Only that when it comes to gory scenes you do the same, describing it to much ... for me ... 'cause I am a nun And I just wanted to cuddle the poor boy!
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Post by Jack on Dec 16, 2006 12:47:42 GMT -5
lol, I try to be as brief as possible , but thanks, I appriciate it. Just thought I'd mention that Kyle's story is almost, and completely finished. I'd say I have about 5 flashbacks left, maybe more, maybe less.
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Post by Jack on Dec 16, 2006 22:01:54 GMT -5
***Flashback 1 month before the crash***
The sun past over the tall buildings in the city as the day went on. To watch as it happened before you, from the breaking point of the morning, to the dark fall of night, it would be an overwhelming feeling of calming, numbness. It was the thought of life and death as Kyle observed it. It was probably around 3:00 p.m., but he had spent the last week wide awake.
He was just leaving the bar, as he found himself staring up at a cloud that passed directly over the sun. He was lost in the moment as Colin left the bar. “You alright,” he asked sincerely.
Kyle blinked and shook his head before responding, “Yeah… yeah I’m good.”
“Alright,” Colin said, patting Kyle on the shoulder, “You coming with us?” he asked, as two other men left the bar.
“No,” Kyle replied, “I got stuff I gotta do,” he admitted.
“Your loss,” Colin told him, “If you wanna show up later, you know where we are.” Kyle nodded his head slowly.
As Kyle watched the men fade away into the distance, he quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a clear bag with a white substance, and a cell phone, he quickly dialed a number on the phone, and then paused as he waited for someone to pick up on the other end.
“Robbie,” the man on the other end greeted.
“Hey it’s me,” Kyle said as he stood outside the bar.
“Wow,” Robbie said in astonishment, “I didn’t think you’d call back… not after what happened the last time you called.”
“Will you shut up for a minute?” Kyle snapped, “I got some evidence cold-linking Colin to the drug deals.”
“Really?” Robbie asked in delight and disbelief, “You think he’s the one behind it?” Robbie asked.
“Sure feels like it,” Kyle admitted.
“Alright,” Robbie stated after a pause, “Let’s meet up.”
“I’ll be there soon, I got some stuff to do first,” Kyle said, flicking his phone closed.
(Somewhere just outside Sydney)
Kyle stared upon a barbed-wire fence as he watched a plane land. He just stared at the tarmac in anger. His eyes were lit up with fires, which was controlled by a small tear. Kyle wished he could remember what happened to his father, or why they had… done what they did. He now wished he had taken up their offer to know why they killed three people on that day.
He walked through the entrance, and walked out onto the runway as the plane landed. He has caressed a gun that was in the back of his pants with his hand. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, or what he would do… all he knew is he had to do something. Hell he wasn’t even sure if it was because of the privet airline, that his father was killed, maybe it was just a simple robbery, but Kyle had to know. He watched as someone opened the plane’s hatch, and he waited for someone to step off.
Shortly after the hatch was opened a man in a black suit emerged from the plane over the stairs on the inside of the flapped down door. He also had black hair and was, even that it was night, wearing black shades. He carried a metal suitcase and was followed by another guy in black suit.
Kyle hesitated for a second, with his finger around the trigger, but he finally sighed and let go of the gun. He fixed his shirt so that the gun wouldn't be displayed. He made his way over to the two men departing from the plane, "Hey there," he greeted, hoping the baggage handler wouldn't notice him, "You fellas come from Detroit?" he asked, almost wishing they would answer yes. If they were to say 'yes' at least he would get some answers to his father's death. And if not, he could avoid killing them. Kyle wasn't 100% which answer he desired more.
The first guy lowered his shades a little looking at Kyle with something like disgust. "Grab our luggage and stop asking questions boy!" He obviously was confusing Kyle with airport personal. Anyhow, as he took a closer look at the suitcases he realized they had a clearance banderole from the private airport in Detroit on it where his father used to work.
Kyle stared at the ticket for a few seconds and then as he blinked, his eyes were instantly fixated on the man in front of him. His eyes were once again filled with fire. He just imagined the man bursting into flames, but this disappointed Kyle... if the man was to die, he wanted to do it himself, and make it creative. He removed his gun from his jeans, and stuck it into the man's back, "I think you've mistaken me for your friend," Kyle told the man as he jabbed the gun further in. Kyle quickly looked over at the other man, who was observing the baggage handler. Kyle caught his 'prisoner' trying to draw his weapon. "You touch that fucking thing," Kyle began, "And you blood ends up all over this fucking runway!" he yelled, but trying to keep his voice down so that the other man couldn't hear.
"You don't know what you just put yourself into boy. Kill me if you want ... but then you won't live yourself!" the man under Kyle said with strange seriousness. No sign of fear or anger. He was not moving a bit, not trying to get himself free. "If I have mistaken you with a friend ... then were do you think is this friend now?!" Suddenly Kyle felt something cold in his neck, the barrel of a gun as he knew to well.
Kyle raised his neck slowly, and very subtly. The man had a rather large grin on his face, "Can I ask you something?" Kyle asked the man, while taking no notice to the cold piece of steel against his neck. He threw out the question without giving the man a chance to reply, "What good is threatening a man who has nothing to lose?" Kyle asked as he grabbed the gun behind his neck, and kicking the man to the floor. He then turned to face the shooter, he let go of the gun and pointed his in the shooter's face, only to find himself looking down the barrel of the other gun.
"You have no idea how much I know what you are talking about asshole! If you don't kill me my boss surely will!" Alerted by the sudden struggle over at the front part of the plane the guy at the luggage carrier finally came running over. Pulling out his gun too. Now two barrels were facing Kyle, one up front, one from the side.
Kyle paused for a second, it was a 'gun triangle'. Kyle was so disappointed in himself. Usually he was smart enough to come up with an idea on how to stop these people. Now he had himself at a disadvantage. If it were anyone else, he'd be more then happy to take out one before he could be killed, but these guys were different, if he were to be satisfied, he'd have to take out all of them.
"I see what you call a "business trip" honey!" a manly voice was calling from close behind Kyle out of the dark under the wing of the plane. The next Kyle could see was a blond guy jumping at the guy next to him bringing him down by smacking his head against one of the turbines. "You'd better take the one in front of you!" he yelled at Kyle during his effort of knocking the man at the turbine out.
Kyle stared at the blond guy in amazement and confusion for few seconds, before he clipped the man in front of him in the face with his gun. As he was about point the gun as the man neck he noticed something... something that made him jump back. There was a large scar running down the man's ear. Kyle grabbed the sunglasses. He had to make sure. He took them off and nearly fell back, "The nut job," Kyle whispered to himself in shock.
Aaron had just laid the guy under his tough grip to rest and took his gun. Slipping it into the back of his jeans under his leather jacket. He turned around only to see Kyle back off that other armed man. Aaron ran over there and sent the nearly unconscious man in black completely in dreamy land with a big punch of his elbow. He stood up straight sighing exhausted looking back at the confused Kyle. "What was that about dude! If you serve the dish you'll have to swallow it as well!"
"You shouldn't have done that," Kyle said as if he were a bit tipsy, he just stared at the unconscious man.
"What? Was that your boyfriend?! I have to say..." he looked down at the sleeping beauty. "... You have bad taste!" "Fuck you," Kyle retorted, "I needed him! I need..." Kyle was just so overwhelmed by the sudden irony and confusion that he couldn't speak properly, "I need some FUCKING ANSWERS!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.
Aaron's eyes grew bigger as he was leaning backwards a little pretending Kyle's lungs were producing a storm or something. "Calm down dude. He is not dead, just sleeping! I need answers to but do you see me playing the drama queen?!"
"Fuck you," Kyle said calmly as he checked the vitals on the unconscious man, "You don't know me."
Aaron rolled his eyes as he just stood beside. "Well I know that >Fuck< is your favorite quote. Hasn't your mother taught you how to behave around civilized people?!" he just said without thinking about it.
Kyle threw one swing at the guy, "You don't know me!" he yelled, "You don't know shit! You do not talk about my mother!" he continued, "And you certainly don't talk about me!"
Aaron was holding his cheek. The punch was uncoordinated and slight caused by the guy’s outrageous mood. But still Aaron grew mad. "Punch me again and I swear you'll have three problems her! I just saved your worthless life dude! Now you answer me some questions: Who are those guys and what do they do here?!"
"And don't have to tell you shit," Kyle stated, "And what're you gunna do you son of a bitch?" Kyle asked, "You do anything and I'll have you arrested," at this point Kyle wished they had given him a badge to display.
Aaron started laughing. "Yeah right ... you are a cop! I can tell who is a cop and who not from within a 10 mile range. And you Shorty, ain't none! But no offense, I like handcuffs too, especially if full breasted blondes apply them ... ones like you!"
Kyle motioned his hand to punch the guy again, but stopped himself, assuming that it wouldn't be his best choice, "I am a cop alright... and under cover cop," he wasn't sure why he was admitting this, but he couldn't take back what was already said, "I don't know who these guys are, but you couldn't even begin to imagine what they did to me."
Aaron was even about to defend himself as Kyle pulled back. He visibly relieved as he put down his fists. "Well ... why did you back off that guy than?"
"Because," Kyle began, "If I'm gunna kill him," he continued, "I'm gunna have to do it well," the man probably thought Kyle was kidding, but he was absolutely serious.
Aaron shook his head as he put himself between Kyle and the guy on the ground. "No one is gunna die tonight! You said you wanted answers of him? Well, you won't get them when he's gone!"
"Why do you care if he dies anyway?" Kyle asked.
Aaron looked at him confused. "Because he is a human being! What kind of cop are you?! Killing people? Is that your main purpose? I came here to find out what I am into and what I find is a little sissy getting harassed by two guys. Then he claims to be one of the blues brothers with the intention to send everyone straight to heaven! And you wanna know why I care? Because I know that being at the bottom gives you the feeling you can't fall anymore ... but that's not true pal!"
"Yeah! Did he beat a man to death with a metal poll, and then shoot your father in the head!... When you were only 12 years old?" Kyle asked in anger, "No... Then shut the fuck up. You think I don't know I can fall? I've fallen so many times, it doesn't hurt anymore!"
"No!" Aaron said silently. "I did not go through something like that. Do I have to? Do I need to suffer the same to earn the right to talk to you? It's not hurting anymore and that's exactly what I am talking about. Just because it's not hurting you doesn't mean it's not hurting anyone else. When you signed up for the police ... your father was already dead und you were already angry and seeking for revenge. Why didn't you just ... join the local gang and tare apart shops or beat up other gangs?! Why did you choose to be the defender of the law?!"
Kyle just stared at the man with a look that made him look completely pissed off, he hated to hear it, but he knew the man was right. He ran his hand through his short hair as he stared at the guy. "You think I don't know what goes on in a person's mind? Can't you see this is about so much more then 'you'?" Kyle paused for a second, "People thought I was just pretending to be a cop... those people you described, the local gang, that was my god damn family, people thought I was trying to avoid becoming a complete failure who will one day end up in a dumpster with a bag over my head," Kyle explained, "So don't tell me, I shouldn't be something that I'm not."
Aaron paused for a second. He has not seen a man getting torn apart in front of him. "Man I don't know you ... I just happened to be here! And what can I tell you... don't you see that you are becoming what you fear? Right now!"
Kyle burst out laughing, "Fear?" he calmed down his laugh to an over arching grin, "You obviously don't 'know' me."
"I know what a facade is for ..."
"Let me give you an example smart ass," Kyle commenced, "I've told someone this once, and... well that's beyond the point. You're with a mass murderer... a mass murderer. Your heart rate is 'jacked'," Kyle stated with hand motions, "Your hand... steady. That's something I learned about myself, my hand does not shake... ever," Kyle paused, "And what makes you such an expert on 'facades'?"
"Because you are talking to one right now! Inside ... well, I am peeing my pants!"
Kyle laughed. The situation seemed to have become less tense, "So why did you come over here anyway? To help me I mean?"
Aaron was really relieved by the sudden turn of the situation. But his facade didn't let any of this through. "I signed up for a job ... a job I don't know anything about other that it is in a deserted place, finally. The people who hired me know how to preserve secrets ... but they don't know me!" Aaron slightly touched his light red cheek again, it was swollen a little. "Sharp 8 o'clock am tomorrow one of your mafia friends here is supposed to pay me a surprise visit at the hotel picking me up and taking me here. I will take a plane and fly off. I came to figure out where my future's heading. I guess so are you!"
Yeah," Kyle admitted, "I guess that's a way of putting it..." Kyle was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like sirens. He looked at Aaron who didn't seem to have heard it, or taken any notice to it. "Fuck," Kyle said as he looked around. The baggage handler was gone, "That fucking douche bag... he called the cops... Fuck!" Kyle said throwing down his arm in anger, "You have to get out of here... GO!"
Aaron started to hear the sirens too. And whenever he had heard them in his life he always ended up in a sobering-up cell. But this time it wouldn't be that easy and there was no Sarah to buy him out. "I guess because you are a cop it's okay to leave you here!" he smirked.
"Will you shut up and run?" Kyle asked, but it wasn't as rude as he'd usually say it, it was more of a serious suggestion. “I’ll be fine, but if you get made I can't protect you, now go... go!"
Aaron just slightly saluted to Kyle with a gracious smile and then ran off towards the fence into the dark. Kyle cuffed the unconscious man and dragged him out to the police. The squad car pulled up and turned off the sirens, “Who are you?” he asked.
“I’m your fellow American friend,” Kyle joked. The cop just stared at him, “Look I’m an officer, alright?” Still the man just stared at him in confusion and distrust. Kyle’s cell phone rang, it was labeled Robbie. “Here, I’ll prove it to you,” Kyle said as he answered his cell phone.
“Kyle I need you to be down at the docks!” Robbie ordered.
“Hello to you to,” Kyle joked.
“Shut up Kyle, now’s not the time for your jokes. Colin has been killed, along with his friends,” Robbie said quickly.
Kyle stopped in his tracks, “What are you talking about?”
“I’m saying they had nothing to do with the drug deals, they were just bystanders,” Robbie explained.
“You serious?” Kyle asked praying that it was just some kind of sick joke.
“I’m afraid so,” Robbie replied.
“Jesus Christ…”
“So get down here!” Robbie ordered.
Kyle paused for a second, then he threw his phone the ground in fury, “FUCK!”
(This long and brilliant piece of liturature is done by myself (((duh))) and the one and only... Pearl ;D)
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Post by pearl on Dec 16, 2006 22:09:35 GMT -5
"duh" sweatheart! It's really a masterpiece ... and Aaron and Kyle just do so great together ... I have to mention that on the "who will hook up" - thread
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Jack
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Post by Jack on Dec 18, 2006 19:13:51 GMT -5
***Flashback 3 weeks before the crash*** It was a long, dark hallway. The lights above flickered as Kyle walked down the hallway. There were no windows to be seen, just door with consecutive numbers. Kyle jingled the keys in his pocket as he approached his motel room. He read the door numbers as he got close to his own. He watched as a couple left there room and walked down the hallway. He watched as they disappeared around the corner. Even as they were gone he still stared down the hall. He pulled out his cell phone before he reached his room. He had hoped that perhaps Jane had called, it had been over two months since he talked to her. He wasn’t allowed to call her because no one was to know he was in Sydney, but now that Colin was murder, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to let her know he was alright. He checked his messages. There was only one, and one new caller. It was from James. Kyle smiled as he saw the name, sure the two of them were exactly friends, but at least it was something from home, something from his past. Kyle hated Sydney, and couldn’t wait to leave. He would have still been working with Robbie, if he hadn’t taken off to deal with some terrorist problem. Now he was working with some new guy, who was a complete ass whole, not an ass whole like James, this new guy was an ass whole all his own. Kyle put the phone to his ear so he could listen to the message. It started off kind of hazy, “Hey kid… It’s been a while, can’t say we haven’t missed you down here, it’s been almost a month without a fight breaking out in the department,” James laughed for a second before the message continued, “You would probably have been charged a lot for this call had you answered… anyway, I thought I’d give you the heads up…” there seemed to be a pause, and the way James spoke, it was almost like sorrow, which made Kyle feel uneasy, “Jason and Charlie have been let out of jail,” there was another pause, “The evidence couldn’t hold up in jail or some bullshit like that. And since they have been let out, there has been a lot of shit going on down here and…” Kyle knew there was something up, James wouldn’t tell him this unless there was a specific reason, “Anyway, just take care of yourself kid, and give me a call if you get this message… End of message, if you’d like to listen to it again press 1, if you’d like to save it press 2, if you’d like to delete it press 7…” Kyle flipped his phone closed. He rubbed his eyes he couldn’t understand why James was being kind to him, let alone calling him. Kyle attempted to call him back, but decided he’d sleep on it first. Kyle was to tired to deal with this kind of stuff. He unlocked his door and through it open. His place was a mess… well messier then he had left it. Clearly someone tried to go through his things. This meant two things; Kyle had been robbed, or someone knew who he was, and since there was so sign of forced entry, it would have been a professional. Kyle searched through his things to see if anything was missing, and that’s when he realized he had nothing of value to him. He picked up a broken bed leg and through it against the wall. His dresser drawers had been pulled out and take apart. His mattress was torn open. Everything in his bathroom was opened and dumped on the floor. There was clothes everywhere. Kyle sighed as he rubbed his neck. That’s when he heard voices coming from his closet. He removed the gun from the holster. He snuck up on the door and swung it open to find a man tied up in his closet, with his mouth gagged and his arms tied by rope. Kyle lowered his gun as he stared at the man in confusion. “Hello Kyle,” he heard a voice from behind, it was a woman’s voice. She must have come in through the open door. He turned to look at her, and all he saw was a fist flying towards his face. Kyle wasn’t even halfway to the floor when he blacked out. ***(Dream)*** Kyle could see Jane tied up, with nothing covering he mouth, she was stripped naked and she was screaming and crying. Then a single bullet was fired by a visible gun, but a blurred shooter, he could see the bullet striking Jane directly in the heart… Kyle felt a liquid splashing in the face, and running down his shirt. His eyes instantly shot open. He was in a dark room; he could feel cuffs around his wrists and he was attached to what felt like a metal poll. He tried to pull loose, but he couldn’t move. “I was hoping we’d meet again Kyle,” he could hear the woman’s voice, but definitely couldn’t see her. “Our acquaintance was rather brief, don’t you think?” “Stop acting like a fucking TV villain. Who the hell are you!? Why am I here!?” Kyle shouted. “You think I’d bring you here if I’d tell you those things?” she asked. “I swear to god I will find out who you are and kill you!” Kyle threatened. “Oh… Kyle… You already know me,” she said rather cheerfully and eerie. She hit the lights, and Kyle could now see he was in some sort warehouse basement. The woman was in fact Rachel Miller, Danny’s old girlfriend. He looked to his right in which he saw a portable DVD player. “What the hell it that for?” Kyle asked. “You see Kyle,” Rachel began, ignoring Kyle’s question, “We know who you are… it took us a while, but we finally pieced everything together and got your police record…” Rachel explained, “Colin worked for us, but he screwed up, and he screwed up bad, and the one you and your cop friends seem to call Mr. Moral ordered me to kill him, and anyone he was with, and that’s why I’m here Kyle. The police have enough evidence to link me to the murder, and put me behind bars. We need you to take the fall,” she continued. Kyle began frantically laughing, “And you thought if you tied some guy up in my closet, and held me prisoner you could get me to do what you want?” “I know who you are Kyle,” she explained, “I know you think you have nothing to lose… but you do.” Rachel walked over to the DVD player and turned it on. It was almost repainting Kyle’s previous dream. He shuttered violently as Jane screamed. He pulled hard against the cuffs and screamed as the gun shot went off, and he watched her die, “You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! I will kill you! I’m gunna fucking kill you!” Kyle screamed. She simply kicked Kyle in the chest. “You see? You have much to loose Kyle, and if you do not take the fall we will kill Brian and James, and delete your police record,” she explained. “Why the fuck is there a man in my closet?!” “Because the cops will be after you for that, and no matter what you chose, you will go to jail… so perhaps it would be best if you took the fall,” Rachel responded. She then smoked Kyle in the face with her foot causing Kyle to once again pass out unconscious. Kyle woke up shaking and screaming in agony. There was nothing physically wrong with him, unless you count his heart being shattered with a hammer, metaphorically of course. He slowly rose to find himself in his room again. Everything was cleaned up and fixed. He was lying on the floor, with a patch of drool next to him. He felt something a bit off, like a liquid running through his hair. He stood up to see a patch of blood on the floor that was soaking into the carpet. He followed the trail of blood to the closet, “Oh no!” he cried out in pain as he reached it. (((OOC: Play the music along with it, it gives it that neat affect home.arcor.de/jack_shephard/Sound-Alt-1.html)))He threw the door open to see the man still tied up, except with three clear bullet wounds; one to the head, and two to the chest, ‘Execution style’. Kyle threw the closet door against the wall, causing it to fall of the hinges. “Ah!” he yelled as he tipped over the night table. He picked up a small, black book that fell out of the drawer, he read the title, and then he launched it against the window. He looked down as he began to calm down. He turned his head to angle what he was staring out. It was his only picture of Jane that he had. He drop to the floor, where he picked up the picture. A single tear ran down his cheek, followed by man more. Kyle was now crying as he put his head in between his knees, and leaned against the bed.
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Jack
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Post by Jack on Dec 22, 2006 18:49:11 GMT -5
Name: David Mastersson Age: Deceased Occupation: Police Sargent Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: Sydney, Australia
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