Everything happened in that moment – BANG! The streets flooded with swirling red and blue, a black barricade frozen to protect their fallen treasure. Screams and crying echo as the same message is relayed throughout the nation, “Our President has been assassinated!” As the country’s hope lay there frozen, his security frantically attempt to radio a helicopter to take the county’s representative to the hospital. Just as the waves of chaos crash into the podium shore where the man was last giving his speech, a hefty man makes his way through the sea of mayhem.
He approached the stage and climbed on top, the security then informed; “Sir, you must stand clear of this area! We need to you back away sir.” The man then placed his hand on the suited man’s shoulder and hurled him off the stage as if he were a rag doll. The other guards saw this and uniformly push the man back; He put his shoulder on one and shoved him into the ground. He directed his fist into another one of the protector’s face launching his sunglasses into flight.
Opening a wide enough gap for the antagonist to move in, he forced his way toward the country’s leader. In the meantime, one last secret serviceman put out an emergency message, “We have a situation; we may have the assassin on the premises!” The large man then stretched out his hand and like a cork, pulled out the man’s earpiece from his ear. The man then took the object and crushed it; dropping the powder in front of the man, as he walked back, he could swear he heard the ‘assassin’ say, “If only you knew…”
Finally the stocky guy bent down by the stricken head of state and grabbed him by the collar; he pulled the President towards him shook him. “I know you survived that, I will find your weakness and stop you. My squad and I will not cease until we can find a way around your little ‘handicap’. Trust me on this one, we will find a way to kill you…permanently.” The group leader then threw the commander in chief down onto the concrete and walked back to the edge of the platform.
As he walked away, the representative started to move on his own. The last presidential protector kneeled down and held the weak man. “Mr. President, you’re alive!” He sat up and under him was a bullet covered in a small amount of blood. “Mr. President, sir, we should get you to a hospital immediately.” “There’s no need I’m fine.” The leader said, the man then looked at the back of the delegate’s head and it was no longer bleeding.
The figure who threatened the diplomat leaped off the stand and started to make his way through the nearly settled havoc. Almost getting away entirely, a swarm of police, like bees from an agitated hive, surrounded the man. Guns drawn, they slowly crept up to the ‘killer’, “Put your hands above your head!” The man did, and a few cops came up to arrest him. One policeman grabbed his hands and put the handcuffs on him, others assisted in escorting him to the patrol car. One officer said to the man, “For assassinating the President, you are in one heap of trouble sir.” The accused only nodded.
The enforcer of the law pushed down the charged man’s head and put him in the police car. He then got into the driver seat and slowly the other law enforcement did as well, pulling away from the scene of the crime. Several cars surrounded containing the criminal, to make sure nothing was to happen to the man in question. The vehicle drove for some time, once it got on the highway the man started to act. Sitting in the back seat with his head down, the handcuffs seemed to slowly disappear. Unaware of anything happening in the back, the police continued to drive.
The arrested man’s handcuffs disappeared completely and then he made his move. He put his hands on the floor of the automobile and as the car continued to drive, it split right down the middle. It was a clean-cut and if cut by something razor-sharp, the front of the car continued with momentum until the police lost control. The front of the car screeched forward and slid sideways into the highway median, while the man stood latched onto the exterior of the car. Grabbing the top and balancing to advance as far as it could, as the car started to lose speed he pressed downward on the remains of the car.
The bottom of the car seemed like it was the fourth of July on the asphalt, by slowly dragging the underside of the car, he had created a mass of sparks. The squadron in the back then slammed into the bumper of the split car, taking the opportunity, the fugitive jumped from the car and launched himself in the air. The man flew backward, and cars started to dodge and crash into others, as he descended, he landed on the roof of a car. Instead of whipping backward due to the left-over momentum, he stuck his fingers into the automobile, and it looked like he fused his fingers with the car. Legs flailing, he tried to pull them down and eventually melded his feet onto the car, when he had the grip; he pulled his entire body through the car. The policemen who were watching this event unfold were baffled; they didn’t know what to do or how to report the occurrence, or even if anyone would believe them if they did.
When the man landed into the back seat of the car there was a sole driver in the car who immediately got out because of fright. This strange metal man immediately grabbed the wheel and spun the car around the upcoming divider. Making a U-turn and picking up speed as he fled the car then started to morph, the roof opened up turning itself into a convertible then slowly started to wrap around the escapee. The doors of the car then went underneath the offender, the vehicle condensed in size and starting to form into a motorbike. The man revved up the bike and wove in and out of traffic at lightning-fast speeds, there was soon a helicopter following the man from above. It seemed as if they believed the police who were at the scene after all, the man looked back and muttered, “…. this is convenient.”
The copter soared above the man as it followed everywhere he seemed to dart, dodging traffic, and making numerous turns trying to avoid the chopper camera’s eye. He looked for a chance to avoid the helicopter and looked at his follower and thought of an idea. Cutting over between traffic, he made his way to the inner city, once there he started searching for the closest hospital or movie theatre. He identified one and drove toward the parking garage, driving in; he ignored the barricade and security guard and bolted through the wooden blockade.
Meanwhile, the police in the copter were relaying information to the ground, “He’s pulled into a parking garage, there’s a chance he could abandon his vehicle and use another for his escape, or even leave on foot. Send all patrol cars to surround the building, we’ll land on top and send officers down from there. We’ll set it up like a two-pronged attack and corner him!” Several moments later, a SWAT unit and several other police cars surrounded the garage and made their way into the upper levels. The police were also joined by the security crew who also wanted to take down this criminal, working jointly; they drove following this evasive criminal.
“We found him and we’re back in pursuit!” The policemen identified the man and started following him. He continued to elevate until he reached the top floor, driving up there he was finally stopped by the chopper that had followed him ever since the highway and several policemen. Stopped in his tracks he then revved his motorcycle and continued forward, as he approached, he leaned the front of his bike downward and started attempting to stand. He got several hundred feet away before he leaned the nose of the cycle down and jumped from the seat and flew in the air.
“We have him up here” one man on the roof radioed, recapping what had happened to the men below, “It looks like he’s attempting suicide!” The man flew in the air and started to land toward the whirling blades of the helicopter. To everyone watching the end result looked bleak, it looked as if there were to be no capture. The only thing left was it had seemed that the man would go down in history as the assassin who failed in his attempt to assassinate the President. This chase would most likely follow in being one of the most outlandish chases ever. As the man slowly descended, everyone prepared themselves for the array of decorations that were about to be sprinkled over the rooftop parking area.
The man landed, but no one seemed to expect what happened next. Falling down, the blades seemed to imitate a propeller underwater; they spun through the man but did not hit him or injure him, as he slowly melted his way into the helicopter. As he landed in the passenger seat, he looked at the pilot and gave a nod. The pilot then pulled at the controls and started to raise the helicopter, the police then started shouting and were then given the order to fire. They shot at the chopper and right as the bullets hit, a large “bubble” blew up and blocked out the bullets. As the helicopter flew further away from the men, there was a voice on the walkie, “Many of you do not know this, but you will soon… I’m not the bad guy.”
“That was quite a show you put out there boss.” The pilot congratulated. “And here I thought you were an actual cop! Scared me to death, next time let me know when you leave for your undercover mission!” scolded the metal man, “how long until we reach base?” “Not long sir.” The helicopter loomed over the city until it soared past autumn-painted clouds and descended into the horizon. Blades swirling, it touched down on the helipad on top of a dark-colored building with tinted glass, barely visible with the setting sun. Arriving, the two embarked toward the door seeming like it was expecting them, a suited advanced toward them.
This man was a man of contrast, a black suit and tie, a white undershirt, gloves, and hair. The spectacled man called to the metal man, “I saw your extravagant array of heroics out there, next time you should try to strategize a little more and not ruthlessly charging into sensitive situations.” “Is criticizing all you’re good for Roderick?” the metal man walked past. “Well sir, I’m just stating that there should more efficient direction in our subsequent actions.” “What we need is a less trigger-happy marksman.” “Indeed Mr. Roman.” The shooter responded.
The trio climbed down the winding staircase and arrived in an oval-shaped room with computers all along its walls. The center of the room contained a large globe hologram spinning ceaselessly and somewhat changing the hue of the core of this command base to a light blue. On this swirling earth, there were several yellow circles and next to the sphere there was a blonde woman with dark-rimmed glasses and a clipboard charting numerous things down. This woman had her hair up in a bun and had eyes rapidly moving trying to note everything on the world with as much as she could. “Sanders!” Roman yelled.
“Why were the arms not vaulted up before the demonstration?” “Well sir, it looks like someone breached our system and rushed things a bit.” “A bit you say… do you know what I went through today because of a little ‘accident’?” Roman questioned, “Alright everyone since the mishap today has put us ahead of schedule, we must continue our efforts in developing the anti-plasma weapon.” The man now taking charge demanded a status report, a scrawny guy with porcupine-like hair, about in his mid 20’s leaped up and answered frantically, “Sir, now the enemy knows that our organization exists, the APW (anti-plasma weapon) is still not stable enough for testing, sir!” “In time we will free our nation from his tyranny, President Krieg!” announced Roman with the taste of vengeance savoring on his tongue.
Roman flipped open his cell phone, checking the time and his calendar for the objective deadline that was heading towards him quicker than he expected. This telephone was bestowed to him by the confidential government operators and sponsors of his organization, revealing his two kittens sitting inside an overturned Santa hat on the cell phone screen. “So when will I get to see those kittens you seem to be showing everybody?” Sanders asked pushing up her glasses and painting the air with sarcasm. She knew as well as Roman that he wasn’t entirely graceful when it came to keeping his kittens a secret; it was mind-blowing that the same man could keep a covert mission under wraps.
Roman shifted his eyes towards the woman, “Sanders, have you figured out the reason as to why our security was breached?” “We’re still working on it, sir.” “Then when you finish you can see my cats, until then get going!” “Oh, are you getting embarrassed by your little kitties boss?” The woman inquired with her usual hint of sarcasm. “Don’t make me say please.” Roman demanded and the woman leapt up and tried as hard as she could to disappear for a while. She knew as well as anyone else there that when the boss had to say please it usually meant that he would fire the person after they completed the task at hand. Roman had full rights to choose who he wanted and who he would rather not have in his operation. This permission, granted to him by the covert group that enabled this affair, allowed the commander to relinquish all benefits and become socially forgotten. It was if Roman had another ability – at least to all his crew, he had the ability to make people disappear.
Everyone at headquarters knew that when Roman was in a bad mood, it’s when most of the work would be done. No matter what obstacle was in his way, Roman’s brash nature took a hold of it and tore it to pieces. The only unpleasant thing about was he was not the happiest guy to work with while this was going on. The contributors of the procedure were thrilled with the work ethic the man possessed and thusly made him who he is today. He was a man who got the job done no matter what. With a scoff, Roman retreated to his quarters in a den at the head of the oval-shaped room. This circular room had no door; instead, the entrance was a cut-out, leading into a room centered around a large, black leather chair that had enormous arms that swirled around the sides, it was big enough that it made it seem that a giant was the head of the faction, it was a pretty close guess.
Dragging his feet and rubbing his temples in dismay of all the eventful disasters of the day, he made his way his chair ingraining his fingers into his temples and rubbing them vigorously.
This entry was initially conceived as an assignment during my college years in November of 2009. The story above is presented in 95% of its original form, save for the 5% being a few newly edited pieces of grammar and punctuation.
To this day, this story still pumps my blood with how exhilaratingly written it is. I would love to revisit these characters and further flesh out the story. There is still much more to tell.