Short Drop, Sudden StopThe sirens didn't bother him. They had been there for hours, fading in and out as police cars, ambulances, and fire engines came and went. He had gotten used to their wailing, and truth be told, had even started to like it a little bit.Short Drop, Sudden Stop by ~CharismaticMegafauna
He heard a click and a distorted whine and realized that someone had the megaphone on again. They would try to talk to him again. Try to tell him to come out with his hands up, or to get on his knees and wait for SWAT. No thanks.
Rolling up the sleeve of his long coat, he took long strides towards one of the room's windows, taking care not to step too heavily on the spiraling designs he had carved into the
300 Years Of The Demon: Part 1 My name is Takeshi Nimishura, and for three hundred years crime has known my face. I am the Farseeing Demon.300 Years Of The Demon: Part 1 by ~CharismaticMegafauna
The odds say that you do not know the heel of oppression, or the sting of slavery. You have not suffered under the rule of a madman, nor been forced to bow before one.
There lived a man who would have changed that. There lived a man who would have beaten your world into submission and twisted it into his image. The only reason that he did not was because the Demon was there to stop him.
It began in 1962. I woke up in my home in Tokyo; my wife was away. Every window was shut, every door locked from the outside. I had only begun
Unstoppable Part 8Deputy Mayor Nicholas O'Malley carefully shut the door behind him and stepped into the hallway, cramped as it was with bustling police bodyguards, special advisors, and eager reporters who must have possessed some form of teleportation to get there so quickly.Unstoppable Part 8 by ~CharismaticMegafauna
"Mayor Nikkels is not giving any statements at the moment," O'Malley said, standing steadfast in front of the door as a few microphones poked out of the crowd like feelers. "And he does not intend to do so until he has had ample time to consider all possibilities."
The microphones lingered for a moment, waggled in some half-hearted desperation, and then slithered back into the cro
Your Time Is Up"What are you looking at, you little puke?"Your Time Is Up by ~CharismaticMegafauna
Sergei had a thousand good answers for the man standing in front of him and no words with which to say them. He looked downward, felt the grotesquely warm blood covering his fatigues before he saw it, was greeted by empty faces freshly cut down as his eyes reached the floor.
"You have something to say?"
Sergei's mind raced backwards, trying to make sense of what had happened. He and his unit had stormed Black Edgar's safe house, expecting him to be alone. Edgar had two friends with him, one armed, one hiding. The first went down instantly, but it was the second who had charged, wounding Serge
Sta.sh
![[link]](http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://i42.tinypic.com/2rcr7eb.png){kind=link}