3
« on: June 01, 2016, 11:41:25 PM »
I'm new here, so I figured I'd post my newest child as a start. Please comment you opinions on if I did well or how I could make this better. Otherwise, enjoy!
A masked robber with no weapons stands in a bank. “Almost done in there?” he yells into the vault, the door of which is broken off.
“Done,” answers a gruff voice as an eight foot tall giant walks out of the vault, laden down with bags of cash.
They walk outside and find that the parking lot has been surrounded by policemen, all taking cover behind their cars. “Don't move!” a policeman yells through a megaphone.
“Alright, you got me,” the smaller criminal yells back, raising his hands above his head. He smirks. “Or so you think,” he mutters.
“Wha-” the policeman is cut off as multiple fireballs burst from the criminal’s hands and decimates the semicircle of police. He laughs as he and his accomplice run into an alleyway. He gets in the front of a van that is there, and the big guy jumps in the back with the money. The van pulls off into the street.
A tall man in a white suit stands in a room filled with people on computers. There is a frantic attitude in the room.
“Sir,” a woman says, “we've lost all contact with ground 1. Sky 1 is there.”
“And?” the tall man asks.
“Destruction.”
The man only has time to clench his fists before another voice shouts, “Sir, sky two has a visual.”
“Tell them to stay back and watch from a safe distance. We can't lose sight of those two again.”
“Yes sir.”
The van speeds down the streets, several police cars in hot pursuit. “Switch,” yells the driver. He unbuckles and leans his seat back until it is horizontal. He and the big guy switch places and the van keeps moving.
“Ready?” the smaller man chuckles to himself. He opens the back doors of the van in a burst of fire that engulfs the engulfs the police cars and puts an end to their chase. He smirks and starts to close the doors, then throws them open again and launches a single fireball skyward. It arches up, then lands on a helicopter and explodes.
Back in the room, someone yells, “Sky 2 is hit! They're going down!”
“Damn!” the tall man pounds his fist on the wall.
“Sir, we have more teams combing the area. They won't escape,” someone says.
“No,” says the man. “It's over.” He storms out of the room and walks angrily through the hallways of the building until he comes to a door labeled “Director of the FBI.” He knocks on the door.
“Come in,” a man says from within.
“Sir-” the tall man starts as he enters the room, but a wide man behind a desk raises his hand to stop him.
“I already know what's happened, Masaru.”
“Sir, we need a team!”
“And I've told you, that's not what the council wants.”
“Sir, I know the people, all I need is a green light. Please, this-”
“But.” The director pauses and waits there for emphasis. Masaru places his hands on the director's desk and leans on them. The two men lock eyes. “The Anti-Hero division is yours to control. What you do there is up to you. You just need the funds. Now, I happen to be in favor of this project, and I have recently been given the power to channel some money into a branch of my choice. See to it that you continue to hold my favor. You're dismissed.”