Well i wrote this one up rather late, and i don't feel like editing it for grammer and spelling and what not. I don't think it's that bad as far as all that goes. Comments if you please, im not sure any of this makes any sense at all.
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Cedar Rapids, Iowa
8:05 P.M. December 16, 2002
On the third floor of the Cedar Rapids Community Hospital, business is usual. Nurse Betty is on her hourly run of administering medication and taking vital statistics, tending to those that need her. Those that need her… Nobody ever realizes that they need her until it is a dire emergency, and even then she is taken for granted.
Just like at home. Home is where the heart is, or in her case… heartache.
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She was one of the most beautiful girls in her high school. “There goes the girl with the mot beautiful smile!” they would say as she strolled by. Popularity soon grew stale as the need to feel loved soon over came, and when she found that ‘love’, she gave him her most precious gift.
Pregnant at seventeen, she was a shame to her parents. “You will have an abortion” they commanded but she firmly disagreed. They told her to leave, and so she did. She ran to where she was loved, with tears in her eyes. Soon thereafter she was married…
Married at seventeen.
Love, happiness… it was all there. Or was it? Was it ever there?
The love of the bottle and a good line of coke, quickly pushed her aside and the child inside.
Clean.
“This isn’t good enough! Your lazy, you witch!” Slap!
Cook.
“This taste like poison, your trying to kill me! Try to kill me, I’ll show you, you Bitch!” Slap!
Please me after I treated you like total white trash.
“Get on your knees, and when you get done, go draw me a bath! Then go stand outside and sell that ass, and don’t you dare come back until you got enough cash!”
“You whore!” he screamed when his drug money came home. Slap her and beat her until she was with child no more. His girlfriends were many, and he would bring them home. “Lick her, I said!” as he held a gun to her head. Straight as an arrow, but do it or die, you tell me which path that you would choose.
Home…
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“Let’s see… room two zero four, a Mr. Johnny Dangerous.” She lets out a soft smile, knowing that a visit into this room is definitely a treat. In times past, many of her patients have tried to swoon her to no avail, but there is just something about this one. Something about the way her legs quiver when he smiles at her, and ask if she’s an angle. He doesn’t stare at her breast like everyone else, instead he locks his eyes with hers and when he does it brings tears to her eyes.
“Leave him.” He told her, “But he’ll kill me,” she replied.
Could there be such thing as a man who looks past my beauty, and looks deep within?
“Whew!” Just thinking about it makes her tingle as she holds her hand to her forehead, and lets out a breath. “Keep it together girl.” She tells herself while straightening her posture. One last deep breath, which is slowly exhaled before she gently raps her knuckles against the door.
“Knock! Knock!” She says it as sexily as she can without sounding to overly desperate, while pushing the door open. “How’s your jaw, Mr. Dangerous?” charmingly she ask. “No reply?” he’s asleep, so soon? “But my day needs his charm, it’s what makes me last. For when I get home it’s a fist and his d*ck, thrown into my face.”
The sheets cover him completely, nothing can be seen not even his head. Slowly she reaches out with a smile on her face, grabs onto the covers and pulls them down. She gasp in horror, putting her hand to her mouth. “He’s gone!” all that’s left is some pillows in a suit, topped with a wig and a bad one at that.
And a note?
A note…
“Fear not, Nurse. For I will be back.”
“Dangerous, Johnny – Agent of Love!”
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High above the hospital flying in the sky, Johnny Dangerous sits on a plane. Fueled by his revenge. Sitting in a hospital, a nurse reminded him that vengeance is needed, not just for him but for all that have believed. If they agency found out the title was lost, they would surely say no more and the mission would be lost.
Be-Be-Ba –Ba-Beep-Beep!
My phone, there is only one person with this number, the devil himself… in a female form.
“Johnny Dangerous!” The voice of Sydney Kassle crackles over the phone. “What are you doing? You are under strict doctor’s orders to rest, your jaw was nearly shattered! Why have you left the hospital?”
“I’m fine really, a few stitches was all. I’m so close now the mission is coming close to complete. Besides, I don’t need to stay there… I have a job to do.”
“No, Mr. Dangerous… You don’t! This mission is getting out of control, it is time to pull you out! I will not jeopardize my agents when I do not have to.”
“Jeopardize? I’m never in jeopardy it’s an act, remember.”
“I don’t think so, I can not sit her and watch one of our top agents receive a beating with a pair of bolt cutters to satisfy the need for ratings. This is far from unreal, Mr. Dangerous. I will arrange for a total agency siege of this organization. We will find out the threat involved, even if we reveal ourselves in the process.”
“No… I need more time, Sydney. As your best agent, take my advice. There is some stuff going on that only an agent in disguise can get to the bottom of. People like the Suicide King, Tom Flesher, hell even Craven would never tell what they knew, if they know anything at all. This needs me, and you can not cancel this mission, it is to important!”
“Is it really, Mr. Dangerous?” she quizzes, “Or is there a score to settle, and you can’t back away and accept defeat?”
“I do not give up, Sydney! NEVER! I will die in the field if I have to, but I will not leave any mission until it is complete!”
“You will abort this mission, Mr. Dangerous, We will begin to formulate a siege of their operations as soon as you return. I need agent confirmation of an abort, before we can move on.”
Abort?
Who would of thought it would have turned out this way? For a moment I was on top of the world, and to tell you the truth… it felt good. It honestly did. Everything had finally fell into place. The fans where there and the respect was mine. I even gained some friends, and some enemies to boot. Now I am being ordered to fail, to quit and abort. I can not refuse orders, I have worked to hard to gain all the respect from my employer.
Failure…
I have failed, I have been forced to quit. The words of a spy, one of the greatest I have known, floods back to memory. The conversation we had…
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“I have never failed a mission. I do not leave until it is complete.”
“It happens to all of us, Johnny. It is destiny… a destiny that nobody can escape, not even you. Sure you may go years without ever sweating a single bead. Then it hit’s you… The one mission that you can’t complete.”
“I’m not like you old man. There is nothing I can’t handle, and you will never hear abort mission from my lips.”
“Funny, I said those exact words to my mentor when I finally came into my own right. I was like you, Johnny. For fifteen years I successfully completed mission after mission. Then it hit me, and it hit me hard. I had never in my life been so beaten, and so filled with defeat.”
“Defeat serves no purpose with me, and I will never except it.”
It will always burn in the back of your mind, but it will be the driving force to make sure you never fail again. But in order to have that force you must fail once. It is the curse of the spy.”
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“This is how it ends…”
“He was right.”
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“I’m not like you old man. There is nothing I can’t handle, and you will never hear abort mission from my lips.”
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“Mr. Dangerous! I need Agent conformation!” Sydney’s commanding voice echo’s forth.
In a matter of seconds everything will be lost. Just when they were really beginning to love me…. I was Johnny “The Barracuda” Dangerous…
Heavyweight Champion of the World.
Was…
“Fine… Agent 317, with mission status confirmation… Mission…”
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THUNK!
“Oof!” Johnny immediately doubles over, grabbing onto his stomach when the bolt cutters make a ferocious connection with his so called chiseled abs!
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With Johnny gasping for air like a near drowning victim and dropped to his knees, he makes himself out to be a pretty damn good target as the Musician raises the bolt cutters high over his head. His face flashes an oh so evil smile that would send the Devil himself packing, just before he lets out a loud grunt, swinging down with the bolt cutters over Dangerous’ back!
WHUNK!
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Johnny tries to push on still, daring to challenge the pain and begins to once again try and stand to his feet with one hand rubbing the small of his back. “Mission failed, Dangerous!” snarls Fugue as he draws back on his weapon once again and swings it like a golf club for the Barracuda’s jaw!
WHHHAAACCCKKKK!!!!
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The crowds share the appalled state of mind Axis is in. Lobbing anything not bolted down towards the ring. Paper cups, balled up popcorn bags, Dipping Dots containers, and even a few shoes. But as this show comes to a screeching halt, there is one man who insanely laughs at the crowd’s despair, and at the lifeless body sprawled on the mat. The man who has managed to rip the very soul out of Johnny Dangerous and grind it into the mat to claim his prize. The very prize that the referee slips into his hand, while grabbing his other arm and raising it in victory, the SJL World Heavyweight Championship Belt!
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“A… “
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there is one man who insanely laughs at the crowd’s despair, and at the lifeless body sprawled on the mat. The man who has managed to rip the very soul out of Johnny Dangerous and grind it into the mat to claim his prize.
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“Fugue…”
“What?” Sydney questions. “Fugue is not in this equation, Mr. Dangerous. I need to receive agent conformation of a mission abort!”
Fugue… The one who took me for everything I had. The one who left me there to die. The one who laughed while I lied there in a pool of my own blood.
“You are not to continue with this mission, Mr. Dangerous! That is an order!”
“You will never hear abort mission from my lips.”
“Johnny Dangerous, do you hear me! I said…”
“I SAID… NEVER!!”
*CLICK*
“Bonjour Monsieur, Everything ok?” the voice of a flight attendant rings out, leaning over with a casual smile. “Yes,” Johnny responds, “I’m ok, I’m just a little tense.”
“I’m so sorry ta hear that. First time flying, oui?”
“No,” he shakes his head as he looks up into her eyes, “I’m on my way to a funeral.”
“Ah, pauvre bébé, was it somebody close?” she ask placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to show sympathy for his loss. “How did they die, if I may be so bold as to ask?”
“Nobody close, and there not dead yet.”
“Oh?” she looks rather surprised, “How do you know this person is going to die then?” Johnny looks at her with a raised brow. He fails to respond, opting instead to let her mind wander until it’s ran it’s course. “You know we land in an hour. You look like you could use a friend, and possibly a drink.” She replies with a wink, and he knows what she wants. “Ce serait mon chéri de plaisir.” He says, causing her to smile for knowing her tongue. “Everyone needs a friend. Then afterwards it’s Metal, Fugue. The beginning of the end, and I shall have my revenge.”
“C'est l'extrémité, l'extrémité mon ami”
