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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 12, 2010 23:35:02 GMT -5
Pro-9 holstered, Alex sat down dangling her legs over the hole, "Can never stay in one place at any time myself. Life up in the Arklay's sounds like a really lonely thing... but I guess I can relate if it's to help someone," she plopped her hands in her lap playing thumb wars with herself, "Been in Raccoon City for three weeks. Way overdue my stay now," she made an uncomfortable smile of sarcasm, "Every time I try and escape something happens to push me right back into the middle of town," fire, infected, mutants; a long as hell list of things she didn't want from Santa this Christmas, "How long has she been out? You should have her hooked up to an IV or something, some way to give her sustenance-" shaking her head and averting her gaze; this wasn't Alex's concern, Joey would likely have already thought that far ahead and suggesting as much might have offended him.
"So what did you do to p*ss off Johnny Matrix out there?" Alex asked, jerking her head in the direction of the window, "Seems like the guy has a bit of a God complex. You must have done something pretty bad to make a Terminator like him come after an average guy like you," Alex didn't really want to call Joey average but it was for the sake of description; it was impossible not to make the comparison of an elitist over this ex-cop and his comatose girlfriend.
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Post by Winters on Dec 13, 2010 0:02:32 GMT -5
Raine had only been motionless since last night, probably something triggered in her brain. Stress, something like that. Clearly it was something bigger than that, could even be a side effect of the toxin in her bloodstream. Joey didnt know, and Joey wasnt curious, only thing that mattered was she wasnt dead, wouldnt be so long as he watched over her.
As the woman asked about Jonathan, all Joey could think of was the moment he lay eyes on him. The rage has been going on for quite some time now, and for what its worth, its something a little less complicated if you remove most of the factors. "Well, thats a bit of a story..." Of course it was, and Joey was going to sit and explain it, for both his own benefit and the womans. "He used to work for Umbrella, hopefully you know about them already. I guess Raine used to be partners with Jonathan, maybe something even more then that. Jonathan originally wanted Raine dead, to wipe out her existance, she had information that he didnt like her having. Seems I walked in on the situation, and haven even seen eye to eye with the man since. Persistent motherf*ucker, lemme tell ya that much. But keeping serious, the last thing you wanna do is make him angry..."
This was the best Joey could do, if this woman wanted to know more, she would have to see it for herself that the whole thing is more complicated then it was intended. Joey would be dead, Raine would be dead, Jonathan would be one step closer to his own goals, everything would be set straight. Problem is, either of them men are good at dying. Jonathan wont stay dead, while Joey wont accept death. He never claimed to be the strongest, but hes been doing more then a good job at surviving so far. "...Hes really out there, is he? Then looks like we have options. We can stick around long enough to let him find me, and try to keel all of us, or you can help Raine and I get out of this alive. I dont know what hes told you, but im serious when I tell you not to trust him. Im not forcing you to trust me, but you can just look around for yourself, see that you can make a difference by helping us get out of this mess were in."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 13, 2010 0:32:54 GMT -5
"Pfft," Alex teased after hearing Joey speak of Mr. Black's anger related issues, "Pretty sure I've already made him pretty angsty. I guess he just likes me more," she wasn't afraid of the man outside; in summary he just seemed like a total poser; the girl usually found it fairly entertaining to stir up people like that, "If he wanted Raine dead it doesn't seem he feels that way anymore. He's solely set on you. Maybe he's confident that due to whatever state she's in that she's done for," Alex shrugged, making suggestions. If that were the case it was something Joey could exploit, put Raine into someone else's care until this debacle between him and Neo was done. "...Hes really out there, is he?" "Depends who 'he' is," Alex curled her lips in ignorance, she figured they were talking about the same man, "He's been a bit more than reluctant to tell me his name. But a guy like that? It's easy to make nicknames up for."The Joey made the proposal to help them; Alex stood up in reflex, "Look, unless you have a chopper that can fly me half way around the earth then there's not much going for me to help you," her conscience ground her for condemning these people, but 'desperate times'. She couldn't trust either party at the moment, but for the time being John Woo's option was far more in her favor.
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Post by Winters on Dec 13, 2010 1:34:07 GMT -5
"If I could get to the mountains, gimme 24 hours and I could get you a chopper. No strings attached. Quickest way outta Raccoon City is with me, since im going that way anyways..." Joey wasnt sure what was going to happen, whether or not this woman was going to go ahead with that original plan of hers or not. Either way, he just wanted to get out of this place, one way or another. The infected were still clawing at the doors and windows, still sensing the fresh meal inside the house.
Maybe it was about time the woman had learned the truth about Jonathan, his true side. The demon that would unleash itself when the time comes, Joey sensed it would be soon. Now standing up onto his feet, he looked up at the woman, and then back to Raine. She was still motionless, maybe it was better if she didnt wake up, then she wouldnt feel obligated to fight with herself or the ones around her. She was safer out cold, both to those around her, and to herself. Looking back at the woman up through the hole, Joey decided to be bold and ask a question. "...So what do you want out of all of this? If its just a one way ticket out of this hole, then throw me a rope and lets get going already!"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 13, 2010 1:55:54 GMT -5
"I don't know. I guess maybe I want to try and do the right thing. At the moment, I'm not sure what is right or wrong," Alex shook her head, "I have a guaranteed lift outta here as soon as Johnny Utah has you in his possession," she took a step back from the hole, "Sorry Joey. I just can't take that risk," and with that she disappeared from sight.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Dec 13, 2010 2:09:45 GMT -5
Brezhnev stared in horror. He had shot the man, in the chest, yet he stood up once again. Not only that, the man had killed two of his men. Brezhnev holstered the Makarov and held up his hands.
"It seems that I have once again underestimated Western science." Brezhnev said with a smile.
As he spoke, Brezhnev's men began to back away from the man. It was unnatural for a man to take a direct shot to the heart and shrug it off. Tupolov followed along, inching away from the man.
"I am so sorry for misjudging you," Brezhnev continued, his hands still out from his sides. "It has always been a flaw of mine....to allow my explosive temper to get the best of me."
At that, the Russians stopped backing away. The general had used one of their predetermined code phrases, the one for grenades. They quickly pulled grenades from their sides and lobbed them towards the figure in the street.
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Post by Winters on Dec 13, 2010 2:15:07 GMT -5
Listening to the woman answer him, Joey felt like he was just waiting to die. There wasnt going to be a good ending this at all, he could tell. People want a way out, and theyre willing to do whatever it takes to get that. This woman wants a chopper, and if going on the same path shes on now means ensuring that, shell be more than willing to stick with the main plan, even if it wasnt working in Joeys favor. It was kinda like himself. He sees a plan, and follows it, never straying too far off. Because once you lose sight of your goal, youll never get anything accomplished.
"I dont blame ya..." Joey spoke out to the woman in a dull roar, knowing she wouldnt have heard him. He glanced over at the sledge hammer, and then thought about it a little more. He was right, you gotta stick with a plan, otherwise nothing will get accomplished...
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Dec 13, 2010 9:57:38 GMT -5
"Very well, then," Jonathan shook his head as the grenades came his way and he kicked hard off of the ground, leaping high into the air and toward the Russians. He landed in front of yet another of the Russian soldiers, and made short work of him by quickly snapping his kneck before moving to yet another in a blur and standing behind him. Jonathan held the man in a chokehold while using his rifle to shoot at the Russians, taking another down and wounding yet another one before breaking his human shield's neck and picking him up over his head.
Joanthan smirked before tossing the body at the Russians. This gave him the distraction that he needed to draw his pistols again and start firing at the men. It was foolish of them to underestimate his abilites. The fight was one-sided anyway, and though Jonathan knew he could have already killed them all, he liked playing with them even more. Two more fell to the ground...making seven dead and one wounded in total. Jonathan then looked at the general once more.
"Seven down," he remarked, "seems your grand crusade is coming to an end, comrade. Your move." It was like a chess game and Jonathan had made his move. It was the Russians' turn now, if they still thought that they could defeat Jonathan, that was.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Dec 13, 2010 11:10:13 GMT -5
This is the conflict Brezhnev had been searching for....one of the Umbrella Corporation's little monsters, one of their little mistakes. His heart skipped a beat as his men were taken down by this freak's fighting prowess.
Tupolov began to believe that the cause was lost....that this was going to Brezhnev's final stand. He gripped the flashbang he had left, praying that Brezhnev would see reason, that they had not been correct in the way that they had handled the entire situation of Raccoon City.
"Indeed." Brezhnev replied, seeing his men being taken apart by this monster. "It seems that you are an ace that many would not anticipate on..." Brezhnev chuckled, as Tupolov turned around, hearing the sound of an incoming helicopter. "However...I am not so ill prepared...demon."
The remaining Spetsnaz began to fire wildly at the man, screaming swears at him as his bullets were spent away. As the helicopter got closer, a massive spotlight from it illuminated the street.
"Open fire on hostile target!" Brezhnev shouted into his earpiece. Above, the side gunners from the helicopter opened fire with their heavy .50s.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Dec 13, 2010 17:40:43 GMT -5
The Russians certainly were persistant, that was for certain. The fire from the .50s would make things difficult on the ground for Jonathan and he knew that he would have to take them out first before turning his attention on the other men, who were a minimal threat. As the heavy guns as well as the remaining Russians started to fire , Jonathan ran to his immediate left, outrunning the bullets, and knocked through the front door of one of the houses.
He knew that he couldn't stay there for long, so he took the staircase before him to the second floor. Once at the top, he took a look behind him and at the end of the small hallway, was a window - about 4x4 in size. Jonathan went over to the window and looked out to see a small ledge. It wasn't much, but would be enough for Jonathan to stand on long enough to jump off of it and get onto the room. He hadn't so much as opened the window when the .50s fired again, this time through the window on the other end of the hallway in an attempt to shoot Jonathan. They shattered the window as well as a vase on a table in the hallway.
He had to react quickly by stepping onto the ledge and leaping onto the roof, only being shot by the heavy machine guns three times in his right leg, arm and having one graze his right side. Once on the roof, as expected, Jonathan saw as the helicopter followed him and shined its spotlight on him once more.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Dec 14, 2010 3:04:37 GMT -5
Brezhnev chuckled as the chopper laid down a rain of heavy fire on the freak. Tupolov was grateful for the relief hitter coming up to bat. The remaining Spetsnaz ground troops were angered at this creature's impudence.
"Red Fox to Chopper Delta." Brezhnev said into his radio.
"Acknowledged."
"Darts." Brezhnev ordered.
With that order, the chopper pilot signaled to one of the gunners to stop firing and picked up the large rifle that was onboard. It was a Linstradt Tranquilizer Rifle loaded with three MORO-12 tranquilizer darts. The formula was used primarily on large zoo animals that were too hostile to be moved without them being in a drug induced stupor. The second gunner kept a steady aim on his .50, as the spotlight illuminated the freak on top of the roof.
"Comrade General.....we should evacuate the area....while the freak is on the run." Tupolov said to the General. Brezhnev grunted, as he drew his Makarov and fired a round into Tupolov's shoulder. Tupolov hit the ground in a disbelieving state of mind. He had been shot by his commanding officer, the man he had help build the Union of Patriots with. As he lay on the street, dazed, the soldiers and Brezhnev moved into the building the freak had entered into.
The Spetsnaz commandos remaining were angry, furious at the freak. They were looking forward to finding his sleeping body on the roof once the rifleman in the sky darted him. So was Brezhnev. The Union needed something like this man, a Juggernaut. Given time, Brezhnev believed that the good people would find a way to bring him under his control. With a fellow like this, the dream of reviving his ideal world, his Soviet Union, was a nearly feasible.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Dec 14, 2010 12:33:31 GMT -5
"Enough playing," Jonathan muttered beneath his breath as he watched the men in the chopper intently, "I have business to attend to." He took note of the man loading darts into the rifle and thought of how he could use it to his advantage. He stood still, watching and listening. He could tell that the remaining Russians were in the building below him - he could hear their footsteps below him. It wouldn't be long at all now, but he knew that the chopper was still the immediate threat and had to be eliminated.
As the man with the rifle fired at him, hoping to tranquilize him with the dart, Jonthan reacted quickly. He waited until the dart was close enough and he grabbed it before it punctured his skin. He then looked at it in his hand for a moment before sticking it into his pocket and running with lightning speed to the helicopter and leaping into the air, coming to rest inside of the chopper.
The man holding the rifle didn't have time to even react before Jonathan kicked him from the chopper and sent him crashing through the roof of the building below. "That must have hurt," he commented before turning his attention to the other gunner. Jonathan ran at him, fist extended and punched him with the force of two semis, knocking the other man from the chopper to the ground many feet below. Jonathnan then looked into the cockpit and snapped the co-pilot's neck before slamming the pilot's face into the console until there was a sizable dent in the console and not much left of the pilot's face.
Satisfied, Jonathan leapt back out of the chopper and landed on the ground below in front of the house just as the chopper slammed into the house across the street followed by an explosion that brought the rest of the small home down. Jonathan, having eliminated the main threat, now walked through the front door of the house to finish the job as he yelled, "Now you've only succeeded in p**sing me off!"
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Dec 14, 2010 13:39:38 GMT -5
"Good..." Brezhnev chuckled, as his remaining three Spetsnaz looked at the lone figure in the doorway. "I would hate for my enemies not to think harshly of me."
Outside in the street, as the helicopter burned, Tupolov dragged himself back to his feet, helping himself back up with his rifle. This madness had to stop. He pulled the pin from his grenade as he limped over to the house with the figure standing in it. He knew that aiming at Brezhnev would be death for himself, while the soldiers bullets were useless against the figure, he would surely be killed by a direct fire from their blind loyalty to the General. However, if he were to stun this man, maybe even kill him, maybe, just maybe, the General would see what it would take to gain any sort of victory in this city.
"I must applaud your ability to eliminate my comrades." Brezhnev said to the man, as he lifted a small remote from his side. No charges had been placed, but perhaps he should run a little gambit. "And I also hope you understand that our lives mean nothing to us...." Brezhnev said, still chuckling.
The Spetsnaz continued to keep their weapons on the beast in the doorway, the beast whose fury they had unleashed. This was the only living they had left in this world of darkness and uncertainty. This was the entire reason for living, combat.
"Now, you have a choice to make yourself." Brezhnev continued, holding the remote so that the man could see it. "You know about explosives, yes? You know about how much would be needed to level this block? Well we planted about double the needed amount." Brezhnev's voice remained cool and steady as he spoke to the man in his cultured tone.
Tupolov limped slowly to the man in the doorway as Brezhnev spoke. His hand kept the handle firmly fixed to the grenade. Once he let that go, he had three seconds, four tops, to make his peace with the world.
"Now....perhaps my men and I were a little hard handed with you....comrade, may I call you comrade?" Brezhnev asked, as his men stood their ground. "We seek only the chaos of war and conflict....perhaps you can understand that, perhaps not. Now, we have no problems meeting death right here, right now, however, maybe you have some business to attend to? Perhaps business that would be right up our alley? Perhaps you can give us the battles we need....the battles that will quench our thirst for destruction....for payback for a life time lost due to the evils of the world.....evils that we wish to pay back....one by one....." Brezhnev's eye started to tear a little, remembering his old standing, his old glories, his lost dreams. "My world is dead......now the rest of the world must follow.....maybe, maybe you can appreciate that."
Tupolov was a jumping lunge away from the figure now. He had to time this just right. He planned to jump, arms extended, release the hold he had on the firing pin, and grip the man in a hug with the grenade. Here it was, moment of truth, moment of glory. Had to time it just right....one....two.....
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Dec 14, 2010 15:22:30 GMT -5
Jonathan listened to the general speak, but also listened to the man 'sneaking' up behind him. The entire time that he was seemingly unaware that the man was behind him, he had been planning on how to systematically eliminate both him and the remaining Russians. He wasn't going to work with them, regardless. If it meant them blowing up the entire block, then so be it. Chances were, Jonathan would survive the blast, even if just so, and all of his adversaries would be dead around him. It seemed like a worthy trade off. Even in the event that he perished in the blast, it would still be worth it to eliminate Joey, Raine, and the renegade Russians.
"I don't care about your noble cause," Jonathan stated with a harsh tone, "it doesn't really matter to me what you do next. I cannot die. Many have tried...and failed. I've been shot,hit with cruise missiles,blown out of windows by grenades-"
With that, Jonathan turned around and faced Tupolov and grabbed his hand where he held the grenade, forcing his hand painfully shut and with Jonathan's strength there was no way that he would break free any time soon. Jonathan then turned back to face the rest of the Russians, dragging Tupolov with him as he looked up at the general, "Apparently, you still underestimate me. I was once human - like you....but now I am so much more. You call me a demon, a monster...a freak. What I am to you is simple: I am the beginning of your end, General. You can even call me Death."
He wasn't going to waste any more time with the Russians. Whatever the general had planned, he was probably going to do either way, so it made no difference to Jonathan. He then slowly walked toward the men, dragging Tupolov by his hand along with him. He stopped once he was within enough vicinity that the grenade exploding wouldn't just kill Tupolov and injure Jonathan, but also the general and the rest of the men. He then released Tupolov's hand and waited for the inevitable.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Dec 14, 2010 15:48:49 GMT -5
It happened in an instant.
Brezhnev saw the explosion. He swore he could see the shards of fragmentation heading for his body. In that instant, right before the shards of metal pierced him, Brezhnev saw the world glow with a brilliant, radiant light. Around him stood not his comrades and the man who had brought about their doom. Around him stood Cpt. MacGyvers, Col. Leylushnenko, and the cop, Graves.
"You have been measured." Graves said.
"You have been judged." Leylushenko smirked.
"You have been found wanting." MacGyvers finished.
"Amen." Brezhnev breathed, as the shards hit his body. He was sprayed back into the wall, his face littered with explosive burns and holes.
Tupolov died instantly, his neck snapped from the impact. A grateful end as far as he was concerned. A life spent wasted for a dead ideal. Now he rests forever in peace.
The Spetsnaz commandos let loose a final, useless barrage from their rifles, only to die. They died the way that they lived, fast and bloody.
Brezhnev lay slumped on the floor, his breaths shallow and wheezing. His mind cursed him a thousand times for not dying right away like a good soldier. He limply looked up, looking for the man who had done this to him. He tried to raise his hand, but strangely could not. Glancing over, he saw why. His hand was twisted around backwards from it's normal position.
"No....no...." he whispered, blood gurgling from his mouth. "Not like......this."
Defenseless, alone, and dying, Brezhnev was, for the first time in his life, afraid. **************************************************************
Outside, a group of men moved down the street, following the sounds of the explosions that had been occurring. The men were dressed in combat gear, bearing no markings or insignia. Their leader, Captain MacGyvvers, gestured towards the house that the final explosion had come from.
The four man team entered into the building and beheld the horror before them. MacGyvers noticed the crumpled body of the man who he had been hunting for so long, along with the bodies of four of his playmates and another unidentified person. Not caring for the non-ID, MacGyvers and his team went up to the General and were amused to find him still breathing.
"Well....General Brezhnev....the Red Fox.....seems that time and fate have finally caught up to you, lad." MacGyvers chuckled, as he looked at the beaten body of his nemesis.
Brezhnev glared up with his eye at the Captain, too weak to speak, too tired to struggle, wanting for the inevitable to finally come.
"No grand battle....no final showdown for us, is it?" MacGyvers asked, as he aimed his M4 at the General's body. He then lowered it. "Do you really think that I will give you the peace of death you wish for? You don't deserve it....."
MacGyvers spat on his fallen foe, as he and his men backed away from him. They refused to take their eyes off of him as they left the room.
"Death comes for us all in the end General," MacGyvers said, as he backed away. "But something far worse waits for you when you die. You see, General, when you die it will be,"
Brezhnev, angered and furious, focused the last bit of his strength to draw his Makarov, only to be greeted by the barrage of 5.56mm bullets from the soldiers. MacGyvers shook his head, as he lowered his rifle.
"Without honor."
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