Chapter 3
Chapter 3
So first I got to jail for nearly killing my useless Leafeon then some crazy old fucker actually tells me that he is looking to give myself and a bunch of other people a chance for freedom all by being the last man standing, you know if this wasn't happening to me then I'll then the main character of this story was some jackass who deserves to get what's coming to him. But hey since this is my story and I'm the main character I think he is the coolest guy you can know. All I have to do is survive longer than everyone else in this little contest and collect my prize.
It was six in the evening by the time Luke had woken up and equipped himself for battle. His PDA was able to show the location of himself but not that of anyone else in the prison which was killing him since that meant it gave them the power to sneak attack him, but that also meant he had that ability as well. Taking out a gun he noticed that its design was that of the looks of some space age weapon which was just annoying to him since he would rather just use a 9mm and pop a few in someone.
"Would rather just have a death match." He said as he took out a magazine from the ammo slot on his belt and inserted it into the chamber and hits the slide release which pulled the slide forward with a loud click. "At least then if I lose I'll won't have to be in this hell hole." With that he starts to explore the bottom floor of the prison in hopes of finding a way out or at least some food he could eat.
Charles couldn't believe he was running like this....from him little cousin! That deranged loony was dangers when it came to guns and it was causing him to be on the defense the entire time. He thought that when he found Amy that he'll be able to take her out before she had a chance to ever load her weapon but he couldn't be more wrong as was waiting for someone to fall right into that type of trap. She had been loaded up long before anyone else ever woke up and already had been planning on catching people with the whole "She's crazy and only a little girl what type of danger can she prove to be." They couldn't be any more wrong.....
"Charles where you going?" She asked stopping and firing a few more rounds which missed by a hair. "I just want to talk." She said racing after him again with that same look of crazy in her face and eyes.
"Fuck you!" He said firing two blind shots behind himself which didn't even nearly touch her.
"Charles why would you run from you little cousin like this....don't you love me anymore." She asked in a psychopath type voice.
Charles had to stop at that moment as he turned around and looked her in the eyes. "The Amy I knew from long ago is dead!" He decided that he had no choice but to fight now because in truth....he had nowhere else to run as a gate blocked any further escape route and she was in the way of going back so it was either live or die now. The little girl stopped about 30 feet away, a smile of madness on her face.
"Its about time you grew a pair you coward." She said pressing the magazine release button on her guns dropping the mags to the ground and she quickly reloaded the guns with two fresh ones. Charles didn't need to do so since he only fired four rounds in total which left him with 14 in each gun.
"So what are you in here for might I ask before we go on with this little dance?" He asked
"I'm I here because I tried to kill my daddy after he took fluffy away. Do you want to see him....?" Amy threw out a Charizard which with one roar shook the entire prison causing dust and dirt to fall from the old ceilings.
"Why do strange little girls like you always call giant fire breathing creatures Fluffy?" He throws out his own partner an Weavile. "I'm in here for trying to steal from a charitable foundation. Why should a bunch of starving children deserve to get my hard earned money?"
"Enough of all this talk!" Amy screamed. "Fluffy go play with our big cousin Charles." And with another roar the fight of the rich spoiled brats began.
The Old Man hid behind a old pillar as he just dodge a bullet meant to hit him in the chest. He knew he was getting to old to be doing stuff like this but also going to jail for something as small as hitting a guy for making fun of him because of his age was dumb as well. His wife told him long ago to stay away from trouble and turn the other cheek. Well that's easily said when your not getting a big wet spat on the side of your face from some drunken fool now is it.
"Darling why do you run from me?" The Stripper asked as she was slowly walking over to the pillar, her guns smoking from all the firing she has done. "All I want to do is shoot you just once." She stops though as a loud roar could be heard on the floor above them and the sound of firing heard. The old man used this chance to sneak attack her as he jumps out and fires a barrage of bullets that actually hit her in the breast. The old man rolls on the ground and stops himself by rolling up straight.
"Got ya!" he yelled but saw that she didn't change at all. The Stripper laughs as she touches her extra large breast sexually like...slowly rubbing her index finger down them.
"Sorry darling but these are fakes."
"Damn your breast implants!" He starts to fire again but she just used hid behind something and returned fire.
"You can't hit me darling for I'm Trish the greatest thief/ stripper/ lady of the night ever born by woman. " She said jumping on top of some rocks. "No man born of woman can hit me." She then jumped down and kicks the hold man in the head.
The old man looks up in into the sky as he laid there out in the courtyard, the setting sun in the distance. He knew he was too old now to try and keep up with young people like Trish but....if he failed then he'll never see his wife again who was dying back home...she was so sad when the police came and took him away after he had beat that guy up. It was a day or two after that she fell down some stairs and hurt herself badly. His son told him that she was so ashamed of her husband that she lost the will to live and was dying as he was laying here. He had to do something, he had to see her again.....
"Any last words old man?" She asked standing over him.
"Yes as a matter of fact I do of some final words to say."
"Well what are they....."
Charles fell to the floor as he and his Weavile failed to repel the attacks of his little cousin.....she was far to powerful for either of them to stop. Charles tried to get up but shot to this leg did him in as he already felt what ever was in the bullet taking his body over. The laugher of the crazy girl could be heard in the far distance of his mind as began to black out......
Luke after about ages of searching and hearing roaring appeared on the top level of the prison. Looking around he saw the cells look somewhat better, it didn't stink as much and there wasn't that strange breeze going about either. In the distance he saw something large and orange walking his way and in an instant he was hiding under the bed of one of the cells.
"Good job Fluffy now that bad man is gone for good." Luke then heard something roar then the footsteps began to die away as whoever that was going down the stairs and away from his location. Leaving the safety of his hiding spot Luke ran down the hall and found where the last fight took place, bullet shells were everywhere, there was a large burn spot on the back wall and only a pile of clothes were left by whoever that little girl had just defeated.
"No sign of life here..." It was then that Luke got a cold chill down his back....was this....was this the fate of whoever was defeated. It was then that he understood just how real this competition was and just how much in deep shit he was in.
So first I got to jail for nearly killing my useless Leafeon then some crazy old fucker actually tells me that he is looking to give myself and a bunch of other people a chance for freedom all by being the last man standing, you know if this wasn't happening to me then I'll then the main character of this story was some jackass who deserves to get what's coming to him. But hey since this is my story and I'm the main character I think he is the coolest guy you can know. All I have to do is survive longer than everyone else in this little contest and collect my prize.
It was six in the evening by the time Luke had woken up and equipped himself for battle. His PDA was able to show the location of himself but not that of anyone else in the prison which was killing him since that meant it gave them the power to sneak attack him, but that also meant he had that ability as well. Taking out a gun he noticed that its design was that of the looks of some space age weapon which was just annoying to him since he would rather just use a 9mm and pop a few in someone.
"Would rather just have a death match." He said as he took out a magazine from the ammo slot on his belt and inserted it into the chamber and hits the slide release which pulled the slide forward with a loud click. "At least then if I lose I'll won't have to be in this hell hole." With that he starts to explore the bottom floor of the prison in hopes of finding a way out or at least some food he could eat.
Charles couldn't believe he was running like this....from him little cousin! That deranged loony was dangers when it came to guns and it was causing him to be on the defense the entire time. He thought that when he found Amy that he'll be able to take her out before she had a chance to ever load her weapon but he couldn't be more wrong as was waiting for someone to fall right into that type of trap. She had been loaded up long before anyone else ever woke up and already had been planning on catching people with the whole "She's crazy and only a little girl what type of danger can she prove to be." They couldn't be any more wrong.....
"Charles where you going?" She asked stopping and firing a few more rounds which missed by a hair. "I just want to talk." She said racing after him again with that same look of crazy in her face and eyes.
"Fuck you!" He said firing two blind shots behind himself which didn't even nearly touch her.
"Charles why would you run from you little cousin like this....don't you love me anymore." She asked in a psychopath type voice.
Charles had to stop at that moment as he turned around and looked her in the eyes. "The Amy I knew from long ago is dead!" He decided that he had no choice but to fight now because in truth....he had nowhere else to run as a gate blocked any further escape route and she was in the way of going back so it was either live or die now. The little girl stopped about 30 feet away, a smile of madness on her face.
"Its about time you grew a pair you coward." She said pressing the magazine release button on her guns dropping the mags to the ground and she quickly reloaded the guns with two fresh ones. Charles didn't need to do so since he only fired four rounds in total which left him with 14 in each gun.
"So what are you in here for might I ask before we go on with this little dance?" He asked
"I'm I here because I tried to kill my daddy after he took fluffy away. Do you want to see him....?" Amy threw out a Charizard which with one roar shook the entire prison causing dust and dirt to fall from the old ceilings.
"Why do strange little girls like you always call giant fire breathing creatures Fluffy?" He throws out his own partner an Weavile. "I'm in here for trying to steal from a charitable foundation. Why should a bunch of starving children deserve to get my hard earned money?"
"Enough of all this talk!" Amy screamed. "Fluffy go play with our big cousin Charles." And with another roar the fight of the rich spoiled brats began.
The Old Man hid behind a old pillar as he just dodge a bullet meant to hit him in the chest. He knew he was getting to old to be doing stuff like this but also going to jail for something as small as hitting a guy for making fun of him because of his age was dumb as well. His wife told him long ago to stay away from trouble and turn the other cheek. Well that's easily said when your not getting a big wet spat on the side of your face from some drunken fool now is it.
"Darling why do you run from me?" The Stripper asked as she was slowly walking over to the pillar, her guns smoking from all the firing she has done. "All I want to do is shoot you just once." She stops though as a loud roar could be heard on the floor above them and the sound of firing heard. The old man used this chance to sneak attack her as he jumps out and fires a barrage of bullets that actually hit her in the breast. The old man rolls on the ground and stops himself by rolling up straight.
"Got ya!" he yelled but saw that she didn't change at all. The Stripper laughs as she touches her extra large breast sexually like...slowly rubbing her index finger down them.
"Sorry darling but these are fakes."
"Damn your breast implants!" He starts to fire again but she just used hid behind something and returned fire.
"You can't hit me darling for I'm Trish the greatest thief/ stripper/ lady of the night ever born by woman. " She said jumping on top of some rocks. "No man born of woman can hit me." She then jumped down and kicks the hold man in the head.
The old man looks up in into the sky as he laid there out in the courtyard, the setting sun in the distance. He knew he was too old now to try and keep up with young people like Trish but....if he failed then he'll never see his wife again who was dying back home...she was so sad when the police came and took him away after he had beat that guy up. It was a day or two after that she fell down some stairs and hurt herself badly. His son told him that she was so ashamed of her husband that she lost the will to live and was dying as he was laying here. He had to do something, he had to see her again.....
"Any last words old man?" She asked standing over him.
"Yes as a matter of fact I do of some final words to say."
"Well what are they....."
Charles fell to the floor as he and his Weavile failed to repel the attacks of his little cousin.....she was far to powerful for either of them to stop. Charles tried to get up but shot to this leg did him in as he already felt what ever was in the bullet taking his body over. The laugher of the crazy girl could be heard in the far distance of his mind as began to black out......
Luke after about ages of searching and hearing roaring appeared on the top level of the prison. Looking around he saw the cells look somewhat better, it didn't stink as much and there wasn't that strange breeze going about either. In the distance he saw something large and orange walking his way and in an instant he was hiding under the bed of one of the cells.
"Good job Fluffy now that bad man is gone for good." Luke then heard something roar then the footsteps began to die away as whoever that was going down the stairs and away from his location. Leaving the safety of his hiding spot Luke ran down the hall and found where the last fight took place, bullet shells were everywhere, there was a large burn spot on the back wall and only a pile of clothes were left by whoever that little girl had just defeated.
"No sign of life here..." It was then that Luke got a cold chill down his back....was this....was this the fate of whoever was defeated. It was then that he understood just how real this competition was and just how much in deep shit he was in.