Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:33:02 GMT
MARCH 26th, 2001
THE BUTCHER BREWERY
ATLANTA, GA
DROWNING: 1:04a.m.
**Storm's eyes grow heavy, as the now empty bar begins to close it's doors. He hears them tell him he has to leave...but it does'nt do him any good. Once again he was defeated. It was'nt the one's who defeated him that put him in this position of depression. They were worthy opponents, and he respected them for their talent. It was the constant reminder that he has not been champion. He starts to wonder if he will ever be champion. If he even deserves it. At this moment he also realizes that he is drunk. Drowned in the cheapest boo's sold for the highest price. His eyes are glossed over as the waitress behind the bar points to the door. He delivers a stupid grin, and she can't help but smile considering his handsome features. If he was'nt drunk, he would probably even be charming. She steps around the counter, and slowly aproaches him cautiously. Her face is beautiful, yet here eyes say that she has known many men who are violent when in his position. She takes him gently by the arm, and he groggily lolls his head in her direction. She helps him off of the stool, and he stumbles across the floor in the slowest of fashions. He smiles in her direction as they walk to the exit of the bar.::
Mr. Fantastic: Yoo shur are purtty..
::The waitress rolls her eyes as she hefts his arm up and around her shoulder, helping support his wait. She then smiles back in his direction.::
Waitress: Now isn't that the story of my life. First I was pretty enough to be a model, and after I slept with the bastard he dumped me and I find myself working here in this dump! Where everyone with a penis thinks I'm....as you said....purty.
::Storm begins giggleing as she shakes her head, and finally reaches the door. She opens it with one hand, helping pull him out onto the street with the other. She lets lose of him, and Storm goes completely unstable almost falling down, but finally regaining what little balance he has left. He smiles again, his eyes sparkleing in the street lights.::
Mr. Fantastic: I'm not joken....yoo's is realy bootifal!
::Storm stumbles forward, and then backwards holding both arms out to his side trying to keep his balance. The waitress allows a soft smile in his direction, and opens the door to the bar to finish her clean up duties. As she enters the bar however, she turns back to Johnny who continues to fumble around the enterance.::
Waitress: Thank you Mr....thanks alot.
::She walks back into the bar area, and locks the door behind her. After about thirty minuetes of whipeing down the bar it is as clean as it is going to get. She takes her purse in her hands, and gets the keys ready to lock down the establishment. As she starts towards the exit, she hears a thud that sounds as if it came from behind her. She jerks quickly around to see nothing but bar space. She looks from side to side, and then finally starts towards the door. She turns one last time to the bar, and backs out the front door, locking it by turning the key. She shrugs her shoulders passing the noise off as a mouse, and turns to go to her car. As she turns however she is tripped by something. She stumbles forward, but gets her balance before hitting the concrete of the sidewalk. She turns around abruptly, and see's the man she last escorted out of the bar. Out cold on the pavement, snoreing away, with drool comeing out the side of his mouth. She shakes her head, and starts to walk away, but her conscious will not allow it. She turns back to him, and angry with herself starts towards the limp body.::
MARCH 26th, 2001
A PLACE UNKNOWN
ATLANTA, GA
SLEEPING: 11:15a.m.
::Johnny Storm's eyes open, but the light flooding into the room causes him to close them shut again. A pounding drum enters his brain, and he puts his hand up to his face to make sure it's still there. His mind wanders through the pain of the head-ache, and he tries to get to a seated position...but finds himself knocked back down to his pillow by an unseen force. His eyes open once again, and squint while staying open. When finally comeing into focus he see's a quaint room in front of himself. He looks to where he is...and it appears that he has been sleeping on a couch all night long. Storm uses his arm to pull against the couch, aideing him to get up to the afore mentioned seated position. Storm's rubs his eyes painfully, and looks at himself in the window reflecting back at him. They are blood shot, and the rest of him does'nt look to hot either. Storm finally with one big gust of strength makes it all the way to his feet. He stumbles for a moment, and now the pounding in his head is even worse. He turns slowly to see a small kitchen hidden off by a curtain hanging from some wire. He then see's a kitchen table out in the middle of the floor, and he slowly begins to make his way towards it. A sound comes from the other room of the 2 room apartment that makes him jump, and a blonde bombshell enters the room in a $3 pink robe she got from the Dollar General. She walks on past him, and into the kitchen, and Storm watches her with wide eyes. "What had he done Last night?" Her head pokes out from behind the curtain to the kitchen, and she grows a smile on her face.::
Woman: Well?
Mr. Fantastic: Well what?
::She shakes her head with a bit of a chuckle to herself. Obviously by the expression on Storm's confused face he was void of all humor about his situation.::
Woman: Well...What do you want for breakfast? That's all guy...sit down at that there table, and I'll have you some eggs in a few. Well go on...It's alright. Just a little dirty is all.
::The woman disappears behind the curtain, and Storm shakes his head in confusion. He finally steps over to the table, and takes a seat in one of the poorly made chairs. "Who was she?" "Did they....." Storm pushes those thoughts out of his mind, and then looks to the quaint picture of the woman and who must have been her boyfriend at one time. Storm smiles for some reason, as pots bang against each other in the kitchen area. The woman emerges with a bowl, a spoon, a carton of milk, and a box of Cocoa Pebble's. She sets it on the table in front of him, and he looks up at her with a simple face.::
Woman: Sorry hun...this shop's all out of eggs. This will have to do.
::Storm's mind wanders, as she opens the box, and begins to pull the Cocoa Pebble's into the bowl. Storm reaches up with his hand to stop her, and the woman jerks away coldly with out any warning. Storm's eyes look to her in wonder, as she shakely smiles.::
Woman: sor..(the sound is at a whisper, and she knows she must speak up to be heard.) Sorry dear...I just had a slight reaction that's all. Um....the last man I served Cocoa Pebble's to did'nt take to it to much. Uh...yeah, right..um...here you go..
::She sets the box of cereal in front of him and slowly re-enters the kitchen. A sob can be heard from behind the curtain, and Storm slowly reaches his feet. He walks over towards the curtain cautiously, while listening to the sobbing sound. He pulls the curtain back gently, and the woman lay huddled in the floor beside her refridgerator, tears in her eyes. She looks up at him, and in his mind he says one thing, but his body reacts with another. He steps towards her, and holds his hand out to her. She reaches out shakely toward the open palm, and Storm takes hold of her pulling her from the floor up into his arms. She reaches up takeing his shoulders in her grasp, as Storm squeezes her closer to him by her midsection. The moment lasts for a few moments, before the young lady relenquishes her hold. She looks up to him, and he looks back to her..::
Woman: I bet you think I'm crazy..and here I am your host.
Mr. Fantastic: Speaking of..how did I get here?
Woman: OH you don't remember. No....I don't suppose you would. You were at the bar last night, saying something about how you could'nt win. Well I had to help you out of the bar, and when I left to lock up, you were face down on the concrete passed out. I could'nt just leave you there....so I brought you here...to my little place in paradise. Yeah right, what a dump!
Mr. Fantastic: No...it's nice. (She raises her eyebrow at him in question, and he nods with a smile) Yeah...it's nice. Well, do you mind if I use your phone. I'll call a cab for myself.
Woman: Sure honey...right through that door leading into the bedroom, on the nightstand to the right.
Mr. Fantastic: Thank you.
::Storm walks through the passage way between kitchen and living room, and enters the bedroom area. There are female clothes scattered all over the floor, and a few CD's stacked up in a corner behind a cheap looking CD player. Storm lifts the reciever of the phone off the hook, and dials the number to the Omni.::
Receptionist: Hello this is the Front Desk at the Omni Hotel and Civic Center, how can I help you?
Mr. Fantastic: Hello, this is Johnny Storm, social security number 3455-44-667. Can I get any messages that I may have had?
Receptionist: Yes sir, Mr. Storm...I have them right here. There was a call from a Griff Truxell. Very rude man might I add. Here's another call from Steven Fury about a match Sir? It says, Johnny Storm & Alek Cage v.s. Deacon Riggz & Damon Jeriko.....the match you requested...wait a minuete, this isn't "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm is it...OH MY GOD!!! Dana, guess who I'm talking with.....oh "Mr. Fantastic" You are so sexy! What is Chris Damm like...I'm sorry for the lo......
::Storm drops the phone back on the reciever with a shake of his head, before picking the phone up again. He dials the number of the airport, and after a few instructions, a limo is on it's way to get him. He hangs the phone up, and walks towards the kitchen area again...this time his head feeling better about it. He reaches in his pocket, and finds a wad of cash, about $343. He smiles, and steps into the kitchen. The waitress turns to face him, and smiles at him as he leans against her counter.::
Mr. Fantastic: I'ld like to thank you for what you did for me. Here you go...
::Storm holds his hand out with the wad of cash in it. She looks down at it, and then smiles at him with a sweet face.::
Waitress: Well I've been called a whore before, but that does'nt mean I have to start acting like one. Keep your money......besides..(looks him up and down)....it looks like you could use it right now more than I could.
::The laugh comes out of no where, but he nods his head in agreement. He smiles, and they exchange a long glance before he starts to walk away. She grabs for a pen and paper as he reaches the front door, and jots something down hurridly. She then runs to catch him before the door closes. She grabs him from behind, and he stops, turns, and gives a questioning glance.::
Waitress: Uh...here's my number...um...I never caught your name.
Mr. Fantastic: um..the names....Johnny.....Johnathon Storm. And you?
Waitress: Carol...Carol Janson. Um..well that's my number, call me sometime....when your in town and all.
::Storm smiles at Carol, who smiles back at him twirling a curl of her blonde hair. Storm backs away down the hall, and she watches him from the doorway to her apartment. With a smile he can't explain he disappears around the corner, and he can hear her door close from behind. He walks with a new jive in his step, and heads towards the stairs leading down. By the time he gets to the bottom, the Limo is waiting for him. He smiles, and climbs in, heading towards the direction of the airport. He then thinks of something along the way, and smiles even bigger at the thought of Alek Cage. He picks up the limo's phone, and dials the number to Alek's Cell Phone.::
Voice: Cage Here.
Mr. Fantastic: I need to talk to you.
::There is a pause::
Alek Cage: Hey, is this.....
Mr. Fantastic: Yes, it's me Numb Nuts, Now get the hell back to your hotel, there is a Limo waiting for you. Get in it. Can you handle that one or do you need me to spell it out for you.....
Alek Cage: But....
::Storm turns the phone off with a smile on his face. He then calls the airport once again telling another limo to pick up Alek Cage and deliver him unto his jet. Storm leans back in the leather seat with a grin from ear to ear. " Damon Jeriko....Deacon Riggz.....What a F*cking joke....and the worst part was,..they actually believe they can win!" Storm lets out a loud laugh as the limo zooms down the road.::
MARCH 26th, 2001
IN THE SHADOWS
ATLANTA, GA
WATCHING: 11:15a.m.
::The eyes behind the scope searches for the apartment. He finds it when he see's Johnny Storm standing up to his full height. He was drunk, and he thought he had passed out. Little did he know, if he checked the back of his head, there is the slightest little bump on the cranium. He had been taught how to hit a man, leaving him unconscious yet seemingly unscathed, at the age of Eight. Now, he had Johnny Storm in his sites. it would be this easy. The dark cloaked man plays with the trigger of the High Powered Assault rifle. Johnny Storm and he were so much alike, but so different. It was amazing. The dark trench coat covered the man's identity very well, and he watched on from the roof top of a near by building. He smiles as he plays the gun as if he had shot it while the cross hairs rest on Storm's facial area. He then becomes more serious, as he see's a young blonde woman enter the picture. Storm and she play at each others sexual desires, this much he could see. A smile stretches across his dark face, as he watches her enter the kitchen. She was beautiful, this much was true. She was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong man. If he just would pull the trigger, there would be nothing left of Storm. He watches on angrily as he enters the kitchen, and he holds the woman in his hands. His nose snarls, and he begins shakely moveing back to the trigger with his finger. He breathes in deep and hard, and then drops the gun to the concrete of the roof. He sits down, leaning against the overhang of the roof.::
Man: No Mr. Storm...I'm afraid your death will have to have a little more satisfaction than that. I want this to be perfect, and I'm sure that this will be. Ha! Wait and till you see.....just a little more longer, and I get everything...I get your money...your soul....your death.....Your Life.
::The man's face lights up at the thought of it all...and he takes his rifle, along with his other parafenallia, and walks to the exit leading to the stairs. His pace is quiet, yet swift, and there is a familiar scent to him, but one that can not be traced. His smile is erased, before he passes through the front doors to the building he was standing ontop of. He looks down to the end of the street, and see's a limo pulling onto it. He turns abruptly, putting dark sunglasses over his eyes, and pulling his trench coat up and around him. He power walks towards a dark ally, where he disappears into the shadows, and watches the enterance to the woman's apartment building. After about 5 minuetes, Storm appears, and the mans face grows in disgust as he climbs into the back of the limo. The Limo then starts to drive away, as the man re-emerges from the shadows, he looks to the liscence plate, and memorizes it in his head.::
Man: Soon Storm....real Soon...you are going to end up like all the rest, Face Down, Ass Up, and in a pool of your own F*cking blood!
::He sneers at the catch phrase made famous by Johnny Storm, and disappears into the shadows. The last thing that can be heard from the ally....::
Man: You just don't know how F*cking true that is!
THE BUTCHER BREWERY
ATLANTA, GA
DROWNING: 1:04a.m.
**Storm's eyes grow heavy, as the now empty bar begins to close it's doors. He hears them tell him he has to leave...but it does'nt do him any good. Once again he was defeated. It was'nt the one's who defeated him that put him in this position of depression. They were worthy opponents, and he respected them for their talent. It was the constant reminder that he has not been champion. He starts to wonder if he will ever be champion. If he even deserves it. At this moment he also realizes that he is drunk. Drowned in the cheapest boo's sold for the highest price. His eyes are glossed over as the waitress behind the bar points to the door. He delivers a stupid grin, and she can't help but smile considering his handsome features. If he was'nt drunk, he would probably even be charming. She steps around the counter, and slowly aproaches him cautiously. Her face is beautiful, yet here eyes say that she has known many men who are violent when in his position. She takes him gently by the arm, and he groggily lolls his head in her direction. She helps him off of the stool, and he stumbles across the floor in the slowest of fashions. He smiles in her direction as they walk to the exit of the bar.::
Mr. Fantastic: Yoo shur are purtty..
::The waitress rolls her eyes as she hefts his arm up and around her shoulder, helping support his wait. She then smiles back in his direction.::
Waitress: Now isn't that the story of my life. First I was pretty enough to be a model, and after I slept with the bastard he dumped me and I find myself working here in this dump! Where everyone with a penis thinks I'm....as you said....purty.
::Storm begins giggleing as she shakes her head, and finally reaches the door. She opens it with one hand, helping pull him out onto the street with the other. She lets lose of him, and Storm goes completely unstable almost falling down, but finally regaining what little balance he has left. He smiles again, his eyes sparkleing in the street lights.::
Mr. Fantastic: I'm not joken....yoo's is realy bootifal!
::Storm stumbles forward, and then backwards holding both arms out to his side trying to keep his balance. The waitress allows a soft smile in his direction, and opens the door to the bar to finish her clean up duties. As she enters the bar however, she turns back to Johnny who continues to fumble around the enterance.::
Waitress: Thank you Mr....thanks alot.
::She walks back into the bar area, and locks the door behind her. After about thirty minuetes of whipeing down the bar it is as clean as it is going to get. She takes her purse in her hands, and gets the keys ready to lock down the establishment. As she starts towards the exit, she hears a thud that sounds as if it came from behind her. She jerks quickly around to see nothing but bar space. She looks from side to side, and then finally starts towards the door. She turns one last time to the bar, and backs out the front door, locking it by turning the key. She shrugs her shoulders passing the noise off as a mouse, and turns to go to her car. As she turns however she is tripped by something. She stumbles forward, but gets her balance before hitting the concrete of the sidewalk. She turns around abruptly, and see's the man she last escorted out of the bar. Out cold on the pavement, snoreing away, with drool comeing out the side of his mouth. She shakes her head, and starts to walk away, but her conscious will not allow it. She turns back to him, and angry with herself starts towards the limp body.::
MARCH 26th, 2001
A PLACE UNKNOWN
ATLANTA, GA
SLEEPING: 11:15a.m.
::Johnny Storm's eyes open, but the light flooding into the room causes him to close them shut again. A pounding drum enters his brain, and he puts his hand up to his face to make sure it's still there. His mind wanders through the pain of the head-ache, and he tries to get to a seated position...but finds himself knocked back down to his pillow by an unseen force. His eyes open once again, and squint while staying open. When finally comeing into focus he see's a quaint room in front of himself. He looks to where he is...and it appears that he has been sleeping on a couch all night long. Storm uses his arm to pull against the couch, aideing him to get up to the afore mentioned seated position. Storm's rubs his eyes painfully, and looks at himself in the window reflecting back at him. They are blood shot, and the rest of him does'nt look to hot either. Storm finally with one big gust of strength makes it all the way to his feet. He stumbles for a moment, and now the pounding in his head is even worse. He turns slowly to see a small kitchen hidden off by a curtain hanging from some wire. He then see's a kitchen table out in the middle of the floor, and he slowly begins to make his way towards it. A sound comes from the other room of the 2 room apartment that makes him jump, and a blonde bombshell enters the room in a $3 pink robe she got from the Dollar General. She walks on past him, and into the kitchen, and Storm watches her with wide eyes. "What had he done Last night?" Her head pokes out from behind the curtain to the kitchen, and she grows a smile on her face.::
Woman: Well?
Mr. Fantastic: Well what?
::She shakes her head with a bit of a chuckle to herself. Obviously by the expression on Storm's confused face he was void of all humor about his situation.::
Woman: Well...What do you want for breakfast? That's all guy...sit down at that there table, and I'll have you some eggs in a few. Well go on...It's alright. Just a little dirty is all.
::The woman disappears behind the curtain, and Storm shakes his head in confusion. He finally steps over to the table, and takes a seat in one of the poorly made chairs. "Who was she?" "Did they....." Storm pushes those thoughts out of his mind, and then looks to the quaint picture of the woman and who must have been her boyfriend at one time. Storm smiles for some reason, as pots bang against each other in the kitchen area. The woman emerges with a bowl, a spoon, a carton of milk, and a box of Cocoa Pebble's. She sets it on the table in front of him, and he looks up at her with a simple face.::
Woman: Sorry hun...this shop's all out of eggs. This will have to do.
::Storm's mind wanders, as she opens the box, and begins to pull the Cocoa Pebble's into the bowl. Storm reaches up with his hand to stop her, and the woman jerks away coldly with out any warning. Storm's eyes look to her in wonder, as she shakely smiles.::
Woman: sor..(the sound is at a whisper, and she knows she must speak up to be heard.) Sorry dear...I just had a slight reaction that's all. Um....the last man I served Cocoa Pebble's to did'nt take to it to much. Uh...yeah, right..um...here you go..
::She sets the box of cereal in front of him and slowly re-enters the kitchen. A sob can be heard from behind the curtain, and Storm slowly reaches his feet. He walks over towards the curtain cautiously, while listening to the sobbing sound. He pulls the curtain back gently, and the woman lay huddled in the floor beside her refridgerator, tears in her eyes. She looks up at him, and in his mind he says one thing, but his body reacts with another. He steps towards her, and holds his hand out to her. She reaches out shakely toward the open palm, and Storm takes hold of her pulling her from the floor up into his arms. She reaches up takeing his shoulders in her grasp, as Storm squeezes her closer to him by her midsection. The moment lasts for a few moments, before the young lady relenquishes her hold. She looks up to him, and he looks back to her..::
Woman: I bet you think I'm crazy..and here I am your host.
Mr. Fantastic: Speaking of..how did I get here?
Woman: OH you don't remember. No....I don't suppose you would. You were at the bar last night, saying something about how you could'nt win. Well I had to help you out of the bar, and when I left to lock up, you were face down on the concrete passed out. I could'nt just leave you there....so I brought you here...to my little place in paradise. Yeah right, what a dump!
Mr. Fantastic: No...it's nice. (She raises her eyebrow at him in question, and he nods with a smile) Yeah...it's nice. Well, do you mind if I use your phone. I'll call a cab for myself.
Woman: Sure honey...right through that door leading into the bedroom, on the nightstand to the right.
Mr. Fantastic: Thank you.
::Storm walks through the passage way between kitchen and living room, and enters the bedroom area. There are female clothes scattered all over the floor, and a few CD's stacked up in a corner behind a cheap looking CD player. Storm lifts the reciever of the phone off the hook, and dials the number to the Omni.::
Receptionist: Hello this is the Front Desk at the Omni Hotel and Civic Center, how can I help you?
Mr. Fantastic: Hello, this is Johnny Storm, social security number 3455-44-667. Can I get any messages that I may have had?
Receptionist: Yes sir, Mr. Storm...I have them right here. There was a call from a Griff Truxell. Very rude man might I add. Here's another call from Steven Fury about a match Sir? It says, Johnny Storm & Alek Cage v.s. Deacon Riggz & Damon Jeriko.....the match you requested...wait a minuete, this isn't "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm is it...OH MY GOD!!! Dana, guess who I'm talking with.....oh "Mr. Fantastic" You are so sexy! What is Chris Damm like...I'm sorry for the lo......
::Storm drops the phone back on the reciever with a shake of his head, before picking the phone up again. He dials the number of the airport, and after a few instructions, a limo is on it's way to get him. He hangs the phone up, and walks towards the kitchen area again...this time his head feeling better about it. He reaches in his pocket, and finds a wad of cash, about $343. He smiles, and steps into the kitchen. The waitress turns to face him, and smiles at him as he leans against her counter.::
Mr. Fantastic: I'ld like to thank you for what you did for me. Here you go...
::Storm holds his hand out with the wad of cash in it. She looks down at it, and then smiles at him with a sweet face.::
Waitress: Well I've been called a whore before, but that does'nt mean I have to start acting like one. Keep your money......besides..(looks him up and down)....it looks like you could use it right now more than I could.
::The laugh comes out of no where, but he nods his head in agreement. He smiles, and they exchange a long glance before he starts to walk away. She grabs for a pen and paper as he reaches the front door, and jots something down hurridly. She then runs to catch him before the door closes. She grabs him from behind, and he stops, turns, and gives a questioning glance.::
Waitress: Uh...here's my number...um...I never caught your name.
Mr. Fantastic: um..the names....Johnny.....Johnathon Storm. And you?
Waitress: Carol...Carol Janson. Um..well that's my number, call me sometime....when your in town and all.
::Storm smiles at Carol, who smiles back at him twirling a curl of her blonde hair. Storm backs away down the hall, and she watches him from the doorway to her apartment. With a smile he can't explain he disappears around the corner, and he can hear her door close from behind. He walks with a new jive in his step, and heads towards the stairs leading down. By the time he gets to the bottom, the Limo is waiting for him. He smiles, and climbs in, heading towards the direction of the airport. He then thinks of something along the way, and smiles even bigger at the thought of Alek Cage. He picks up the limo's phone, and dials the number to Alek's Cell Phone.::
Voice: Cage Here.
Mr. Fantastic: I need to talk to you.
::There is a pause::
Alek Cage: Hey, is this.....
Mr. Fantastic: Yes, it's me Numb Nuts, Now get the hell back to your hotel, there is a Limo waiting for you. Get in it. Can you handle that one or do you need me to spell it out for you.....
Alek Cage: But....
::Storm turns the phone off with a smile on his face. He then calls the airport once again telling another limo to pick up Alek Cage and deliver him unto his jet. Storm leans back in the leather seat with a grin from ear to ear. " Damon Jeriko....Deacon Riggz.....What a F*cking joke....and the worst part was,..they actually believe they can win!" Storm lets out a loud laugh as the limo zooms down the road.::
MARCH 26th, 2001
IN THE SHADOWS
ATLANTA, GA
WATCHING: 11:15a.m.
::The eyes behind the scope searches for the apartment. He finds it when he see's Johnny Storm standing up to his full height. He was drunk, and he thought he had passed out. Little did he know, if he checked the back of his head, there is the slightest little bump on the cranium. He had been taught how to hit a man, leaving him unconscious yet seemingly unscathed, at the age of Eight. Now, he had Johnny Storm in his sites. it would be this easy. The dark cloaked man plays with the trigger of the High Powered Assault rifle. Johnny Storm and he were so much alike, but so different. It was amazing. The dark trench coat covered the man's identity very well, and he watched on from the roof top of a near by building. He smiles as he plays the gun as if he had shot it while the cross hairs rest on Storm's facial area. He then becomes more serious, as he see's a young blonde woman enter the picture. Storm and she play at each others sexual desires, this much he could see. A smile stretches across his dark face, as he watches her enter the kitchen. She was beautiful, this much was true. She was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong man. If he just would pull the trigger, there would be nothing left of Storm. He watches on angrily as he enters the kitchen, and he holds the woman in his hands. His nose snarls, and he begins shakely moveing back to the trigger with his finger. He breathes in deep and hard, and then drops the gun to the concrete of the roof. He sits down, leaning against the overhang of the roof.::
Man: No Mr. Storm...I'm afraid your death will have to have a little more satisfaction than that. I want this to be perfect, and I'm sure that this will be. Ha! Wait and till you see.....just a little more longer, and I get everything...I get your money...your soul....your death.....Your Life.
::The man's face lights up at the thought of it all...and he takes his rifle, along with his other parafenallia, and walks to the exit leading to the stairs. His pace is quiet, yet swift, and there is a familiar scent to him, but one that can not be traced. His smile is erased, before he passes through the front doors to the building he was standing ontop of. He looks down to the end of the street, and see's a limo pulling onto it. He turns abruptly, putting dark sunglasses over his eyes, and pulling his trench coat up and around him. He power walks towards a dark ally, where he disappears into the shadows, and watches the enterance to the woman's apartment building. After about 5 minuetes, Storm appears, and the mans face grows in disgust as he climbs into the back of the limo. The Limo then starts to drive away, as the man re-emerges from the shadows, he looks to the liscence plate, and memorizes it in his head.::
Man: Soon Storm....real Soon...you are going to end up like all the rest, Face Down, Ass Up, and in a pool of your own F*cking blood!
::He sneers at the catch phrase made famous by Johnny Storm, and disappears into the shadows. The last thing that can be heard from the ally....::
Man: You just don't know how F*cking true that is!