Post by farcry11 on Mar 4, 2014 5:36:38 GMT
Dean stared out in to the dark, rainy streets of New London, precipitation pattering against the window as hovercars whizzed by. He looked down, reading over the message on his PDA one last time- some kind of insurance. This final job, this ultimate contract, and he was home free. 1,000,000 credits, enough for him and his family to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. He didn't know the employer's name, just the amount of money he was offering. His target: Karl Gullson, the head of a very dangerous Mars crime syndicate- and a major power player in New London's underworld. Dean had done a couple jobs for him before, ironically- dogs often bite the hand that feeds them.
He hadn't told Emilia, of course- she would've killed him. He knew he needed to do this, needed to support her and his son. He was confident, knew what he was doing. He's been doing it for nigh ten years now- he was well known around the criminal underworld of New London (merely referred to as Sin). He was a veteran, a soldier of fortune- and his career, blood stained and sordid, was finally about to come to an end.
Walking through his dark apartment, he entered his son's bedroom. Jeremy was a good kid, about eleven now- rough and tumble, like his father. Dean knelt down at his boy's bedside and kissed the sleeping child's forehead gently, before moving across the hall to his own room. Emilia slept soundly, sheets spread across her halfhazardly as the pale moonlight shined on her through the bedroom window. Dean knelt down and gave her a kiss as well, careful not to disturb her.
He was riding through the rain now, going full speed on his modified Shogun brand Hovercycle The wind whipped at his long coat, causing it to flutter behind him as he zipped between sky-traffic. His helmet, coat, gloves and boots protected him from the elements, just as they would protect him on the job. He was coming up on the spot now, Karl's club- the Hail Mary. He slowed up his hoverbike, landing softly by the neon sign loudly proclaiming the club's wares- "Girls, Girls, Girls!" He dismounted, striding towards the door with his helmet still on. He tossed fifty creds to the bouncer and entered unopposed in to the stifling, loud, neon-drenched atmosphere of the club.
Loud techno-beats blared over surround-speakers as dancers of all sizes, colors and races entertained the riotous patrons. The smells of alcohol, sex, and cheap cologne drenched the air- Dean could smell it, even through his biking helmet. He scanned the room, his gaze locking on the door to the VIP suite at the back of the club. Making his way through the writhing crowd of club patrons, he found himself in front of the door, with a bouncer telling him to fuck off.
The following events seemed to happen in slow motion, a feeling Dean had experienced on all of his previous jobs. He delivered a swift jab to the guard's throat with his prosthetic hand, leaving him gagging and gasping for air. Drawing his weapon, an SMG loaded with hollow point rounds, he kicked open the door with the augmented strength of his bionic leg, quickly rushing inside. There Karl sat, on a white sofa, a girl on his lap. He stared at Dean with a mixture of surprise and rage on his face.
And that's when it all went to hell.
Dean opened fire, spraying Karl and the girl with bullets. Blood splattered across the room, festooning the walls and floor as the crime lord and his lover were torn asunder by the augmented rounds. All that escaped Karl's mouth was a choked gurgle and a spew of blood, as the girl slumped over him wordlessly- she had merely been in the wrong place at the wrong time, collateral damage. Dean walked up to the crimson-splattered pair, putting a bullet in Karl's head in a quick, decisive movement. Screams from outside- he didn't have much time.
Running out of the suite and in to the confusion of the panic-filled club, Dean saw that multiple of Karl's cronies, stationed at various spots around the club, had drawn their weapons- they had seen him. He began to push his way through the crowd as shots rang out from behind him and screams of pain and confusion erupted from the already panicked crowd. He somehow managed to make it to the door and out in to the rain, quickly running to his ride and kick-starting it. As he rose in to the air, bullets whizzed past him- Karl's men, still after them. As he flew in to the night, he cast a glance over his shoulder...
They were hot on his tail- two hoverbikers and a car full of goons. He whirled, flipped, dove and soared through traffic, trying to lose them. He even fired off some shots at them, but they were still edging closer. Suddenly, one of the hoverbikers managed to pull up beside him, aiming a laser pistol at his head. With no other choice, he swerved to the side, bashing in to his pursuers vehicle and sending the gunman plummeting to the streets below, flailing and screaming. This move, however, cost Dean his balance- he began to swerve side to side, flying out of control and plummeting downwards, towards the unforgiving streets.
The landing was rough. He hit the ground hard on his bike, completely totaling it and getting flung off in the process. Slamming in to a wall, he gasped for air and yanked off his helmet. He felt around for his gun. Gone, lost in the fall. He groaned, standing up shakily and trying to stumble in to an alley as he heard what could only be his pursuers land behind him. He couldn't die here, not like this...
A shot from behind, in the back of his good leg. He fell to his knees, screaming. The rain was pouring down harder than ever. He looked down as they surrounded him, all of them staring at them with murderous rage clear on their faces. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction of begging for his life... But he did start to cry. Hard, racking sobs that shook his whole body. It wasn't supposed to be like this... It was all supposed to work out... He wanted to drive his son to school every day, go on vacation in Europa, cuddle with his wife... He didn't want to die.
As he sobbed, the men began to laugh. One of the men raised his gun, firing a shot in to his stomach. Dean let out a short, choked scream, before another man raised his gun and fired a bullet through his shoulder. Suddenly everyone was firing- a barrage of bullets from every side. Blood poured from his wounds and his mouth as he slumped forward in to a puddle of his own blood, mixed with the rainwater pouring down from above. He faintly heard the men leave, get in their vehicles, and fly away. He could make it... He could still make it, he could, he could...
His final thoughts were of those he loved. Jeremy, Emilia, even Selvion - creepy, dead eyed, jealous bastard that he was. Their faces flashed before his eyes, along with those of his countless victims- the comforting and loving visages of his friends and family mixing with the terrified faces of those he'd killed. He wretched up blood as he crawled out of the alley towards his wrecked vehicle, leaving a trail of crimson behind him.
The last of his strength left him just before he reached his bike, and he died with no sound beyond a defeated, despairing sigh. His life, and story, had ended.
<Just made this because I decided I'm discontinuing the character of Dean. I feel that, given his lifestyle, his end was fitting- dead from multiple gunshot wounds in a back alley. If your character was connected to him in some way, it might serve as a good point for RP (looking at you, Selvion and Adrianna). Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story as well as Dean's run as a major character on the server!>
He hadn't told Emilia, of course- she would've killed him. He knew he needed to do this, needed to support her and his son. He was confident, knew what he was doing. He's been doing it for nigh ten years now- he was well known around the criminal underworld of New London (merely referred to as Sin). He was a veteran, a soldier of fortune- and his career, blood stained and sordid, was finally about to come to an end.
Walking through his dark apartment, he entered his son's bedroom. Jeremy was a good kid, about eleven now- rough and tumble, like his father. Dean knelt down at his boy's bedside and kissed the sleeping child's forehead gently, before moving across the hall to his own room. Emilia slept soundly, sheets spread across her halfhazardly as the pale moonlight shined on her through the bedroom window. Dean knelt down and gave her a kiss as well, careful not to disturb her.
He was riding through the rain now, going full speed on his modified Shogun brand Hovercycle The wind whipped at his long coat, causing it to flutter behind him as he zipped between sky-traffic. His helmet, coat, gloves and boots protected him from the elements, just as they would protect him on the job. He was coming up on the spot now, Karl's club- the Hail Mary. He slowed up his hoverbike, landing softly by the neon sign loudly proclaiming the club's wares- "Girls, Girls, Girls!" He dismounted, striding towards the door with his helmet still on. He tossed fifty creds to the bouncer and entered unopposed in to the stifling, loud, neon-drenched atmosphere of the club.
Loud techno-beats blared over surround-speakers as dancers of all sizes, colors and races entertained the riotous patrons. The smells of alcohol, sex, and cheap cologne drenched the air- Dean could smell it, even through his biking helmet. He scanned the room, his gaze locking on the door to the VIP suite at the back of the club. Making his way through the writhing crowd of club patrons, he found himself in front of the door, with a bouncer telling him to fuck off.
The following events seemed to happen in slow motion, a feeling Dean had experienced on all of his previous jobs. He delivered a swift jab to the guard's throat with his prosthetic hand, leaving him gagging and gasping for air. Drawing his weapon, an SMG loaded with hollow point rounds, he kicked open the door with the augmented strength of his bionic leg, quickly rushing inside. There Karl sat, on a white sofa, a girl on his lap. He stared at Dean with a mixture of surprise and rage on his face.
And that's when it all went to hell.
Dean opened fire, spraying Karl and the girl with bullets. Blood splattered across the room, festooning the walls and floor as the crime lord and his lover were torn asunder by the augmented rounds. All that escaped Karl's mouth was a choked gurgle and a spew of blood, as the girl slumped over him wordlessly- she had merely been in the wrong place at the wrong time, collateral damage. Dean walked up to the crimson-splattered pair, putting a bullet in Karl's head in a quick, decisive movement. Screams from outside- he didn't have much time.
Running out of the suite and in to the confusion of the panic-filled club, Dean saw that multiple of Karl's cronies, stationed at various spots around the club, had drawn their weapons- they had seen him. He began to push his way through the crowd as shots rang out from behind him and screams of pain and confusion erupted from the already panicked crowd. He somehow managed to make it to the door and out in to the rain, quickly running to his ride and kick-starting it. As he rose in to the air, bullets whizzed past him- Karl's men, still after them. As he flew in to the night, he cast a glance over his shoulder...
They were hot on his tail- two hoverbikers and a car full of goons. He whirled, flipped, dove and soared through traffic, trying to lose them. He even fired off some shots at them, but they were still edging closer. Suddenly, one of the hoverbikers managed to pull up beside him, aiming a laser pistol at his head. With no other choice, he swerved to the side, bashing in to his pursuers vehicle and sending the gunman plummeting to the streets below, flailing and screaming. This move, however, cost Dean his balance- he began to swerve side to side, flying out of control and plummeting downwards, towards the unforgiving streets.
The landing was rough. He hit the ground hard on his bike, completely totaling it and getting flung off in the process. Slamming in to a wall, he gasped for air and yanked off his helmet. He felt around for his gun. Gone, lost in the fall. He groaned, standing up shakily and trying to stumble in to an alley as he heard what could only be his pursuers land behind him. He couldn't die here, not like this...
A shot from behind, in the back of his good leg. He fell to his knees, screaming. The rain was pouring down harder than ever. He looked down as they surrounded him, all of them staring at them with murderous rage clear on their faces. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction of begging for his life... But he did start to cry. Hard, racking sobs that shook his whole body. It wasn't supposed to be like this... It was all supposed to work out... He wanted to drive his son to school every day, go on vacation in Europa, cuddle with his wife... He didn't want to die.
As he sobbed, the men began to laugh. One of the men raised his gun, firing a shot in to his stomach. Dean let out a short, choked scream, before another man raised his gun and fired a bullet through his shoulder. Suddenly everyone was firing- a barrage of bullets from every side. Blood poured from his wounds and his mouth as he slumped forward in to a puddle of his own blood, mixed with the rainwater pouring down from above. He faintly heard the men leave, get in their vehicles, and fly away. He could make it... He could still make it, he could, he could...
His final thoughts were of those he loved. Jeremy, Emilia, even Selvion - creepy, dead eyed, jealous bastard that he was. Their faces flashed before his eyes, along with those of his countless victims- the comforting and loving visages of his friends and family mixing with the terrified faces of those he'd killed. He wretched up blood as he crawled out of the alley towards his wrecked vehicle, leaving a trail of crimson behind him.
The last of his strength left him just before he reached his bike, and he died with no sound beyond a defeated, despairing sigh. His life, and story, had ended.
<Just made this because I decided I'm discontinuing the character of Dean. I feel that, given his lifestyle, his end was fitting- dead from multiple gunshot wounds in a back alley. If your character was connected to him in some way, it might serve as a good point for RP (looking at you, Selvion and Adrianna). Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story as well as Dean's run as a major character on the server!>
