BadXAsh
03-29-2004, 02:45 PM
The rain fell hard in big fat drops… the kind that soak through to the skin with little effort. The thick gray clouds concealed the sky, giving the city a sad grey tragic feel. The feeling of loneliness could swallow a person in the blink of an eye if they let it. Their soul would have to be pretty empty to begin with though, making the conquering of their soul an easy victory.
He pulled the door to his apartment closed and let out a sigh as he moved to the answering machine and pushed the play button. A heartless machine voice filled the little run down apartment with a chilling voice…
“No New Messages.” The machine told him what he already knew as he slid off his old beaten leather bomber jacket and tossed it over the arm of his sofa. He was wearing a white button up the front work shirt with an underarm holster complete with sidearm held snuggly in place.
He sat down and reached for the remote to the TV. He flipped it on… but wasn’t watching it, it was mostly for back ground noise. He looked at the picture frame that sat on the coffee table in front of him. In the frame was a picture of a smiling woman holding a little girl… the girl looked around the age of four. He pursed his lips and sighed, his eyes closing sealing away his deep dark brown eyes as he tried to close out the vision of the picture… but he couldn’t. He was the one that took the picture after all…
The pitter patter of the rain hitting the window seemed to drum on his brain. He would get them… if it was the last thing he did… he would find them… and make them pay. His eyes slid open again and lowered to fall on the police badge that hung from his belt. The embossed Letters N.Y.P.D. across the top with Detective Across the bottom. Ahhh his leash… He bared his teeth in an angry snarl at it. Would he be able to give up his vows when the time came… could he pull the trigger in vengeance?
He reached down and snatched the badge off his belt and raised back his clenched fist to launch the badge at the TV when suddenly the silence was broken by the piercing sound of the phone ringing. He froze… arm raised above his head as he slowly turned his head to look at the phone. It rang again and again. Finally the answering machine picked up.
“Hi this is Becky!” Said the First voice
“And Ash!” Said his own voice
“An Tracy to!!” Said the voice of a little girl
“We’re not home so leave a message!!” They all said in unison and then they all bust out laughing.
His arm dropped still holding the badge clutched in his fist by his side, his head hung and he closed his eyes.
BEEEEEP
“Ash, Jesus I can’t believe you still have that on your machine… Why do you keep torturing yourself like that man? Listen its Larry. I have some info about a shipment tonight! Pick Up m…”
The phone was snatched up and Ash held it up to his ear as he narrowed his eyes. “You better be right about this Larry… None of your BS this time… Where? ... What time? ... Will he be there? … You better not be lying about this Larry or so help me you’ll be … Your right… I’m sorry. Okay I’m on my way… Tell no one about this understand me… I said NO one… Later” He hung up the phone and grabbed his coat in one fluid motion and flew out the door.
The shipping yards on the docks… what a sewer. He thought as he pulled up down the street from the dock number that Larry told him. He opened the door and stepped out into the rain. He moved down the street reaching into his coat pulling his firearm, a glock 18c with extended clip. No not standard issue for normal NYPD Detectives but he wasn’t you normal NYPD detective…Within a few minutes he was soaked to the bone. His shoulder length raven colored hair hung in his face as he kept wiping it away.
As he got closer he could hear men calling out and machinery being used to load or off load. He pressed himself up against an old warehouse and slid along the wall until he neared the corner, he then slowly peeped around the corner and saw the men as they worked. At first glance they looked like your average ordinary dock thugs, but he knew better. Upon closer inspection one could see an arm band on every man showing an age old symbol, one that stood for one of the darkest evils in human history. The swastika… Nazis.
Ash had gotten to close to bringing their leader here in New York to justice… when they taught him a lesson. He watched them Die… He closed his eyes as he tried to block out the memory but the closed eye lids just gave the memory a black back ground to stand out more pronounced…
He opened his eyes just in time to see a meaty fist fly at him. He moved his head to the right slightly. The fist just missing him by an inch, denting the metal siding of the old warehouse. He raised his gun to shoot his attacker, but his gun was kicked from his hand by a second attacker who was on his right. He was quick to strike back sending his right hand into the large Thug’s kidney.
The Thug was dressed like a dock worker but he wore the armband the rest of them had on. The other one was dressed in a black body suit with SS on the right breast and a black mask concealing the face. Only a pair of black goggles covering the eyes on the face. These were the Secret police. Something was going down, these were not the usual Skin heads that plagued America’s dignity… No these were Nazis straight out of the history books but updated to a more modern age.
The thug he rabbit punched in the kidney let out a shout and took a few steps back. The SS agent sent a gloved fist across Ash’s chin jerkin his head to the side with the impact of the punch. Ash reached up and clutched his chin and turned to face this littler more powerful enemy. He was drenched in the falling rain his hair hung around his face as he faced off against this foe. His deep brown eyes lifted up to look past the SS agent to see a large group of men heading towards their fight… This was not going well… He reached up and wiped the little bit of blood from his mouth… not well at all…
He pulled the door to his apartment closed and let out a sigh as he moved to the answering machine and pushed the play button. A heartless machine voice filled the little run down apartment with a chilling voice…
“No New Messages.” The machine told him what he already knew as he slid off his old beaten leather bomber jacket and tossed it over the arm of his sofa. He was wearing a white button up the front work shirt with an underarm holster complete with sidearm held snuggly in place.
He sat down and reached for the remote to the TV. He flipped it on… but wasn’t watching it, it was mostly for back ground noise. He looked at the picture frame that sat on the coffee table in front of him. In the frame was a picture of a smiling woman holding a little girl… the girl looked around the age of four. He pursed his lips and sighed, his eyes closing sealing away his deep dark brown eyes as he tried to close out the vision of the picture… but he couldn’t. He was the one that took the picture after all…
The pitter patter of the rain hitting the window seemed to drum on his brain. He would get them… if it was the last thing he did… he would find them… and make them pay. His eyes slid open again and lowered to fall on the police badge that hung from his belt. The embossed Letters N.Y.P.D. across the top with Detective Across the bottom. Ahhh his leash… He bared his teeth in an angry snarl at it. Would he be able to give up his vows when the time came… could he pull the trigger in vengeance?
He reached down and snatched the badge off his belt and raised back his clenched fist to launch the badge at the TV when suddenly the silence was broken by the piercing sound of the phone ringing. He froze… arm raised above his head as he slowly turned his head to look at the phone. It rang again and again. Finally the answering machine picked up.
“Hi this is Becky!” Said the First voice
“And Ash!” Said his own voice
“An Tracy to!!” Said the voice of a little girl
“We’re not home so leave a message!!” They all said in unison and then they all bust out laughing.
His arm dropped still holding the badge clutched in his fist by his side, his head hung and he closed his eyes.
BEEEEEP
“Ash, Jesus I can’t believe you still have that on your machine… Why do you keep torturing yourself like that man? Listen its Larry. I have some info about a shipment tonight! Pick Up m…”
The phone was snatched up and Ash held it up to his ear as he narrowed his eyes. “You better be right about this Larry… None of your BS this time… Where? ... What time? ... Will he be there? … You better not be lying about this Larry or so help me you’ll be … Your right… I’m sorry. Okay I’m on my way… Tell no one about this understand me… I said NO one… Later” He hung up the phone and grabbed his coat in one fluid motion and flew out the door.
The shipping yards on the docks… what a sewer. He thought as he pulled up down the street from the dock number that Larry told him. He opened the door and stepped out into the rain. He moved down the street reaching into his coat pulling his firearm, a glock 18c with extended clip. No not standard issue for normal NYPD Detectives but he wasn’t you normal NYPD detective…Within a few minutes he was soaked to the bone. His shoulder length raven colored hair hung in his face as he kept wiping it away.
As he got closer he could hear men calling out and machinery being used to load or off load. He pressed himself up against an old warehouse and slid along the wall until he neared the corner, he then slowly peeped around the corner and saw the men as they worked. At first glance they looked like your average ordinary dock thugs, but he knew better. Upon closer inspection one could see an arm band on every man showing an age old symbol, one that stood for one of the darkest evils in human history. The swastika… Nazis.
Ash had gotten to close to bringing their leader here in New York to justice… when they taught him a lesson. He watched them Die… He closed his eyes as he tried to block out the memory but the closed eye lids just gave the memory a black back ground to stand out more pronounced…
He opened his eyes just in time to see a meaty fist fly at him. He moved his head to the right slightly. The fist just missing him by an inch, denting the metal siding of the old warehouse. He raised his gun to shoot his attacker, but his gun was kicked from his hand by a second attacker who was on his right. He was quick to strike back sending his right hand into the large Thug’s kidney.
The Thug was dressed like a dock worker but he wore the armband the rest of them had on. The other one was dressed in a black body suit with SS on the right breast and a black mask concealing the face. Only a pair of black goggles covering the eyes on the face. These were the Secret police. Something was going down, these were not the usual Skin heads that plagued America’s dignity… No these were Nazis straight out of the history books but updated to a more modern age.
The thug he rabbit punched in the kidney let out a shout and took a few steps back. The SS agent sent a gloved fist across Ash’s chin jerkin his head to the side with the impact of the punch. Ash reached up and clutched his chin and turned to face this littler more powerful enemy. He was drenched in the falling rain his hair hung around his face as he faced off against this foe. His deep brown eyes lifted up to look past the SS agent to see a large group of men heading towards their fight… This was not going well… He reached up and wiped the little bit of blood from his mouth… not well at all…