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(Graphic Novel) Bullet Manifesto
A few things before you read: Think of this as a graphic novel without illustrations (well, duh, huh?). Also, during some situations in the story, the POV changes to another character involved in said situation. With that said...enjoy the this section of a nine page preface. And warning...it contains graphic language. If you have questions, hopefully with it section I post, it will cure that itch.
Bullet Manifesto
by James Martin (hfox9er)
Joyful Hill
"Jake fucking Malson. I didn't think you'd show, especially with every fucking Kingpin checkin' to tax ya gun permits!" Gru "The Grip" shouted across the docks. The breeze turned into a freezing salty whirlwind. A sign hanging on a busted streetlight set before graffiti (RAZA BoYs TURF! !-Zeh Shinobi Clan Shall Consume-!) covered steel storage areas, were the words JOYFUL HILL.
We could smell the blood about to be spilt.
I didn't come here to start gun blazing, I told them—real loud and clear. The police are assholes in Joyful Hill, and that’s exactly the kind of static my business does not need right now; private Eye for hire but the Tank Kingpin, nasty Little Kid Pierced, wanted me dead, and probably for good reason. His wife, or should I say queen of his bastard devil spawn, came to me one stormy night, her silk dress sticking to her hourglass figure; good shape for a broad who gave birth to twins not too long ago. The trench coat she was trying to use as an umbrella did shit. At first she offered ten thousand to find who her husband was screwing and then give the microfilm to her. It was doable, until I offered her a shot of Bridge Trolls Trip. Next thing you know I'm boinking her when Little Kid Pierced stormed in (thick silver studs spelled Kid Pierced across his chest; spikes rolled from his pants to the dragon design in bright red on his back—the least of his piercings), bringing his ugly goons and brandishing weapons all kinds of nasty. I remember him saying get the fuck off my wife, but after I reached under my desk and pulled out my pump shot, it was a bloody haze.
My floor is still stained with three dusty chalk outlines of Little Kid Pierced's goon squad. He doesn't take disrespect that well. The dick even stole my most prized possession...
"This is the plan Gru: You let my sister go and I let you breathe Joyful Hill smog another day." The feel of my Ryinn 75 felt comforting in the palm of my hand, hidden from view. Ryinn's held enough ammo to blow out a gang tank style, or to make mesh out of one person's skeleton. Whichever murderous fetish Joyful Hill's citizens black hearts desired.
"Is that the fucking deal, Jake? Kid Pierced wants your nuts in a bag. He wants your rep, puso. And I'ma give it to him." Gru snapped his fingers, but I had my Ryinn aimed at his broad chest in one heartbeat. Thank the nanobots in my bloodstream; best 500,000 I ever spent. I clicked the Ryinn on autofire to show how bloody serious I really was. The Ryinn's tri-barrels held twenty-miniature bullet packs each and two energy shots at the end of each clip—pretty damn comfortable to handle too.
"Puso? I’m the pussy? Lemme try this again: Let her go or I'll make you swallow your teeth." This shit-hole city didn't have a better shot than Jake Malson, so they knew not to fuck with me...but hopefully they lacked the knowledge because I wanted to see these assholes splattered on the docks. "What's it gonna be, ugly?" I said.
Someone activated a pulsar rifle, a streaming high-pitch jarring the youngest wannabe killer behind Gru. "Wanna risk it Malfuck?" Kid Pierced spat as he pressed the smooth rifle point to the back of my neck.
Why does everyone have to say shit once they start brandishing steel? I clicked on the heat locator and fired; two blasts curved over my shoulders and exploded the pulsar rifle, while a burst shot rumble towards Gru and his young murderers. In this place, it literally kills to think twice.
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Scenario Gru "The Grip"
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Jake saw the 'fuck you' cross my eyes; then I was on the ground, bleeding onto splintered wood and negative degree ocean water. I''ma flesh-freak, and no pusa was gonna tax the Grip. Red clouds blocked out the sun—a good thing considering flesh-freaks heal faster without the sun. Franco, KP's peach fuzz on the chin kid brother, bent over me. Thouht I taught the bastard better because he wasn't watching his back; Hill's eagle eye would put a hole in the back of your skull and not think any different; he was one ruthless puso. I clenched my jaw and didn't scream ("The Grip" doesn't scream), as Franco asked me a bunch of stupid questions.
"Eh, you cool Gru? You gonna be cool?" He was sweating; he couldn't even grip his gun.
I choked out, I'ma flesh-freak you fucker—actually I didn't get out fucker; funny how blood flooding the throat does that sometimes. The pain numbed to a rumbling volcano. The crater where my right lung should've been was reconnecting tissue. "Franco-back-up—" only the first word came out shaky. That was damn amazing considering. A stream of dark red honey gushed from Caliber's head, and he stumbled back, neck throwing up velvet, and took a dive off the docks. Caliber was a mother-fucking baby; balls hadn't even dropped yet. I started preparing what I'd say to KP's old lady when she asked why her little boy Franco was a slug receptacle, because he wouldn't survive this firefight.
I pulled the Titan e9 from Franco's waist before a Ryinn 75 hot shot melted his chest. I kicked his steaming ass from above me and into the ocean. Jake had KP execution style. Where the fuck is my sister, he kept shoutin. Slut luck loved me today; Jake was preoccupied. I clasped my hand over the healing wound and lazily pointed the Titan e9 at puso Malson's forehead. "Drah...." I breathed in deeply, "Drah...pit..." I shook my head. "Drop it, Jake." Only one way I was walking out of here, and KP could chew on razors before he dragged me to fuck death. "Everyone gets...what they want, aight, puso?"
A second past and Jake had an answer. "Agreed."
"Pick up your sister in Proto..." I could breathe easier, the once gushing chasm now nearly closed. "Talk to Drusilla...now run puso."
Jake backed away smiling; he stopped suddenly, far enough from KP not to get jumped, and answered his com. I heard Jake say Nina a few times, then slink into the shadows.
"Let's fly, Kid Pierced."
He got up without words and took a few steps after Jake, then turned around and glared into my eyes. I never submit to KP, but it was pain in his stare.
He asked, with so much hope in his voice I thought he'd throw up one of cupid's arrows, "Where's my brother?"
-hfox
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