Sorry if the story from here on doesn't flow. I don't remember where I left off, honestly. e.e; I don't remember what my original planning for the ending was. Blah, bear with me. Read and Review.
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Sora sighed deeply. I'm sorry Yamato, but Taichi comes first, Sora thought. "I think we both know who the real bad guy is." She smiled.
A smile spread slowly on Yamato's face. "We have to hurry. Let's go. Driving fast is my specialty." He winked. "I used to have to chase down assholes zooming ninety miles per hour down the road."
Yamato flipped the sirens on, backed up from his parking space and zoomed down the road, heading towards the hospital that Taichi was located at.
There was a long, awkward silence in the car as they headed toward their destination. Sora laughed to herself. How ironic this situation is. To be helped by someone you hated, and for the common cause.
Yamato looked over and saw her twiddling her thumbs in slight boredom. "So..." He began. "What made you choose this 'career? ' I've been so curious ever since I re-met you." Yamato said gently.
Sora sighed, knowing that there was still about ten more minutes until they arrived at the hospital. She decided to kill time and began. "After highschool, my parents didn't have enough money to put me in college. Actually, we were in real deep debt and we finally went bankrupt. (I lack economical knowledge. Don't know how it goes.) So one day, my parents got this 'ingenious' idea and decided to rob a little craft store. They got away with it, and the places they robbed got bigger and bigger until finally they decided to rob a bank and was caught. They couldn't take the pressure..so they killed themselves..." Sora trailed off. "I followed.. like it was a 'family job' or something." And she laughed, hoping it would make herself feel better. "Yeah, my life went down the drain after my parent's suicide. I had nothing else to live for... no one to make proud..." And she sighed again, trying to remember the times she shared when she had a family. "What about you?"
"My dad was a cop. He was killed a couple of years ago." Yamato sighed. (Yes, Yamato is magical and can drive without looking at the road.) "Then I had to move in with my mom, yeah, my parents were divorced. When I found out that my mom was engaged to another man, I was devastated. I couldn't handle the idea of a new father, especially having been to the funeral of my real dad--my mom is the type of people who can't handle being alone. After the marriage, I loathed my mom, especially my step-dad for being inconsiderate to my needs and feelings. I needed time to recover, not a person pretending to be my dad. I wanted to run away but I had no where to go so I waited until I finished highschool, until I was old enough, and I left to join the police forces. I will avenge my father's death.." Yamato finished, returning his eyes to the road. The two exchanged sympathies to one another; both had a stressful childhood. Finally, someone who could understand.
"Yamato, I need you to report quickly to St. Joseph's Hospital ( haha made it up. :P)." Yamatos' walkie-talkie buzzed, interrupting the cleansing of bottled emotions. "There's a shooting taking place and seven have been reported dead already. Hurry!"
"Oh no! Taichi!" Sora exclaimed, feeling the rush of fear surge through her nerves. Yamato stepped on the pedal.
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The two quickly arrived at the shooting scene. They quickly ran inside through the double doors and was paralyzed in shock. Bodies were strewn in mangled positions on the floor, fresh blood staining the walls and puddles dyeing the floor. The two quickly looked at the already-open binder of patients and their room numbers, seeing the name of Taichi Kamiya highlighted in fresh blood. Sora and Yamato ran through the corridors, swinging into Taichi's room.
"What the hell are you doing, Mark?" Yamato exclaimed enraged, watching Mark turn around with a mad look on his face. Mark aimed the gun at Yamato and fired. Luckily, the bullet only brushed his cheek. Yamato tackled Mark, the gun flying from Mark's grip.
Sora ran to Taichi and checked him. He looked okay....physically. Taichi was still unconscious. Mark, pinned to the ground, has his left sleeve torn off when it got caught on a table during the fall. A skull-and-crossbone tattoo was exposed.
"Now I'm one-hundred percent sure." Sora exclaimed.
"Wha..?" Yamato questioned. The brief lost of focus allowed Mark to make a counterattack, kicking Yamato off. Mark stood up and brushed the dirt off himself while Sora quickly made her way toward the injured Yamato. Sora helped him up, but she never took her eye contact off of Mark. "Scott.. we meet again. This time you have gone too far."
"Huh?" Yamato got up, rubbing his stomach were he was kicked. "Did I miss something here? Who really is this guy?"
"His name is Scott." Sora glared. "He used to be leader of our gang. He used to pester me all the time, asking me for my love, but I would never give it to him. After he stopped trying to ask me out, he began build up an anger over Taichi, who I spent most of my time with. When the head honcho got on him about his behavior and proclaimed me the new leader, Scott went ballistic and killed him. He said he would come back to kill Taichi, and then me. (Scott is 25..ish.) I guess he liked to hear people pleading for their lives before he killed them. Scott later became a big serial killer, but no one could catch him because he had so many scapegoats to blame."
Yamato was in shock. 'Sora, I'm sorry I ever thought you would murder someone..' Yamato thought.
"That's not the most important person I've killed. This person I killed was important, well, only to his son anyway." Mark smirked evilly, taking off his wig, revealing deadlocks dyed in wild colors.
Yamato felt his legs turn to Jell-O as he absorbed the information. "You son of a bitch.." Yamato whispered as rage replaced his sadness. Yamato reached for his gun, only to remember it had been knocked out of his hands. He eyed the gun on the floor, and Scott, being closer to the gun, retrieved the weapon before Yamato.
"Now, I don't like to kill people out of order.. Taichi's next, then Sora, then you. For interrupting." Scott aimed the gun at Taichi's head.
"You BASTARD!" Sora screams, unrevealing her trusty knife. Sora throws the knife at Mark's hand, both slicing his hand and knocking the gun out of his hand. The gun drops on the ground hard, the impact forcing the bullet out the barrel, traveling through Scott's arm.
Scott yells and curses in pain. In the nick of time, other police sirens are heard, along with an amplified voice: "You are under arrest!"
Scott looks around, panting frantically. He grabs a scalpel from a surgery tray and flees the room, footsteps echoing down the halls. Yamato and Sora pick up their belonging weapons and tries to follow Scott, making sure that he doesn't get away again from another crime. Scott exits through the backdoor fire escape, fire alarms triggering from the opening of the door. Scott runs through the parking lot, looking for someone backing up from their parking spots. He stops behind the car, forcing the owner to screech to a halt and roll down the car windows to shout, "What the fuck are you trying to do?"
Scott grins at the stupidity of the man, and stabs the man chest with the scalpel through the opened window. He unlocks the door from the inside, rolls the dying man out of his car, slams the door shut, and then zoom off.
Yamato and Sora are too late. They quickly run over to the dying man. Yamato requests medical assistance and backup as he tells a dumbfounded police officer that the suspect got away. "We may have not been able to stop him, but we can still catch him." Yamato said. "C'mon." The two run towards the vehicle that got them to the hospital. Yamato requests backup, as some police cars follow his, while others stay behind to investigate and check for survivors.
"This is the last time you are getting away Scott." Sora sighs, cleaning the edges of her blade. 'I cleaned it just for you'.
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Sora sighed deeply. I'm sorry Yamato, but Taichi comes first, Sora thought. "I think we both know who the real bad guy is." She smiled.
A smile spread slowly on Yamato's face. "We have to hurry. Let's go. Driving fast is my specialty." He winked. "I used to have to chase down assholes zooming ninety miles per hour down the road."
Yamato flipped the sirens on, backed up from his parking space and zoomed down the road, heading towards the hospital that Taichi was located at.
There was a long, awkward silence in the car as they headed toward their destination. Sora laughed to herself. How ironic this situation is. To be helped by someone you hated, and for the common cause.
Yamato looked over and saw her twiddling her thumbs in slight boredom. "So..." He began. "What made you choose this 'career? ' I've been so curious ever since I re-met you." Yamato said gently.
Sora sighed, knowing that there was still about ten more minutes until they arrived at the hospital. She decided to kill time and began. "After highschool, my parents didn't have enough money to put me in college. Actually, we were in real deep debt and we finally went bankrupt. (I lack economical knowledge. Don't know how it goes.) So one day, my parents got this 'ingenious' idea and decided to rob a little craft store. They got away with it, and the places they robbed got bigger and bigger until finally they decided to rob a bank and was caught. They couldn't take the pressure..so they killed themselves..." Sora trailed off. "I followed.. like it was a 'family job' or something." And she laughed, hoping it would make herself feel better. "Yeah, my life went down the drain after my parent's suicide. I had nothing else to live for... no one to make proud..." And she sighed again, trying to remember the times she shared when she had a family. "What about you?"
"My dad was a cop. He was killed a couple of years ago." Yamato sighed. (Yes, Yamato is magical and can drive without looking at the road.) "Then I had to move in with my mom, yeah, my parents were divorced. When I found out that my mom was engaged to another man, I was devastated. I couldn't handle the idea of a new father, especially having been to the funeral of my real dad--my mom is the type of people who can't handle being alone. After the marriage, I loathed my mom, especially my step-dad for being inconsiderate to my needs and feelings. I needed time to recover, not a person pretending to be my dad. I wanted to run away but I had no where to go so I waited until I finished highschool, until I was old enough, and I left to join the police forces. I will avenge my father's death.." Yamato finished, returning his eyes to the road. The two exchanged sympathies to one another; both had a stressful childhood. Finally, someone who could understand.
"Yamato, I need you to report quickly to St. Joseph's Hospital ( haha made it up. :P)." Yamatos' walkie-talkie buzzed, interrupting the cleansing of bottled emotions. "There's a shooting taking place and seven have been reported dead already. Hurry!"
"Oh no! Taichi!" Sora exclaimed, feeling the rush of fear surge through her nerves. Yamato stepped on the pedal.
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The two quickly arrived at the shooting scene. They quickly ran inside through the double doors and was paralyzed in shock. Bodies were strewn in mangled positions on the floor, fresh blood staining the walls and puddles dyeing the floor. The two quickly looked at the already-open binder of patients and their room numbers, seeing the name of Taichi Kamiya highlighted in fresh blood. Sora and Yamato ran through the corridors, swinging into Taichi's room.
"What the hell are you doing, Mark?" Yamato exclaimed enraged, watching Mark turn around with a mad look on his face. Mark aimed the gun at Yamato and fired. Luckily, the bullet only brushed his cheek. Yamato tackled Mark, the gun flying from Mark's grip.
Sora ran to Taichi and checked him. He looked okay....physically. Taichi was still unconscious. Mark, pinned to the ground, has his left sleeve torn off when it got caught on a table during the fall. A skull-and-crossbone tattoo was exposed.
"Now I'm one-hundred percent sure." Sora exclaimed.
"Wha..?" Yamato questioned. The brief lost of focus allowed Mark to make a counterattack, kicking Yamato off. Mark stood up and brushed the dirt off himself while Sora quickly made her way toward the injured Yamato. Sora helped him up, but she never took her eye contact off of Mark. "Scott.. we meet again. This time you have gone too far."
"Huh?" Yamato got up, rubbing his stomach were he was kicked. "Did I miss something here? Who really is this guy?"
"His name is Scott." Sora glared. "He used to be leader of our gang. He used to pester me all the time, asking me for my love, but I would never give it to him. After he stopped trying to ask me out, he began build up an anger over Taichi, who I spent most of my time with. When the head honcho got on him about his behavior and proclaimed me the new leader, Scott went ballistic and killed him. He said he would come back to kill Taichi, and then me. (Scott is 25..ish.) I guess he liked to hear people pleading for their lives before he killed them. Scott later became a big serial killer, but no one could catch him because he had so many scapegoats to blame."
Yamato was in shock. 'Sora, I'm sorry I ever thought you would murder someone..' Yamato thought.
"That's not the most important person I've killed. This person I killed was important, well, only to his son anyway." Mark smirked evilly, taking off his wig, revealing deadlocks dyed in wild colors.
Yamato felt his legs turn to Jell-O as he absorbed the information. "You son of a bitch.." Yamato whispered as rage replaced his sadness. Yamato reached for his gun, only to remember it had been knocked out of his hands. He eyed the gun on the floor, and Scott, being closer to the gun, retrieved the weapon before Yamato.
"Now, I don't like to kill people out of order.. Taichi's next, then Sora, then you. For interrupting." Scott aimed the gun at Taichi's head.
"You BASTARD!" Sora screams, unrevealing her trusty knife. Sora throws the knife at Mark's hand, both slicing his hand and knocking the gun out of his hand. The gun drops on the ground hard, the impact forcing the bullet out the barrel, traveling through Scott's arm.
Scott yells and curses in pain. In the nick of time, other police sirens are heard, along with an amplified voice: "You are under arrest!"
Scott looks around, panting frantically. He grabs a scalpel from a surgery tray and flees the room, footsteps echoing down the halls. Yamato and Sora pick up their belonging weapons and tries to follow Scott, making sure that he doesn't get away again from another crime. Scott exits through the backdoor fire escape, fire alarms triggering from the opening of the door. Scott runs through the parking lot, looking for someone backing up from their parking spots. He stops behind the car, forcing the owner to screech to a halt and roll down the car windows to shout, "What the fuck are you trying to do?"
Scott grins at the stupidity of the man, and stabs the man chest with the scalpel through the opened window. He unlocks the door from the inside, rolls the dying man out of his car, slams the door shut, and then zoom off.
Yamato and Sora are too late. They quickly run over to the dying man. Yamato requests medical assistance and backup as he tells a dumbfounded police officer that the suspect got away. "We may have not been able to stop him, but we can still catch him." Yamato said. "C'mon." The two run towards the vehicle that got them to the hospital. Yamato requests backup, as some police cars follow his, while others stay behind to investigate and check for survivors.
"This is the last time you are getting away Scott." Sora sighs, cleaning the edges of her blade. 'I cleaned it just for you'.