Fanfic - Cops and Robbers Chapter 5
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mindcrackloveI always feel compelled to say something before I post these chapters.
...So, how about that UHC, eh?
Wordcount: 873
Beef and Etho had followed Pause's instructions and (though they were a bit roundabout) had found themselves before a large abandoned warehouse.
The door was closed and uninviting. A quick check of the handle revealed it to be unlocked. They entered.
Inside the warehouse, it was just as it had seemed from the outside - abandoned. The only thing waiting for them was a large, obsidian entrance emitting a mystic purple energy.
A Nether portal.
"Nether portals are rarely to be trusted." Beef recalled a line from the police handbook. "Those who dare use the dark gates are often connected to drugs or potions and will trap the other side for unsuspecting travelers. Approach with caution."
He walked up to it, touching the side with one gentle hand.
"D’you think we should we go in?"
Etho looked to his companion. "I don't think we’ve really got a choice."
Together, they entered.
----------
The room was nothing like the two had been expecting. It lacked the fire and brimstone of the Nether, replacing the dark netherrack with smooth stone. Shards of glowstone hung from the ceiling, supported by thin metal strands. Beneath them, a long crevice gave way to a snaking lava river which lit the spots glowstone could not with an eerie red shine.
Paintings, too, hung from each wall. Some were large, small, well painted or poor sketches. Landscapes and portraits and vibrant and dull and colorful and monochrome - it was almost overwhelming. The two scanned the area for their target, each taking guarded note of their surroundings.
One lone corner remained unlit, and within Beef thought he could vaguely see a silhouette of something. When the shadow moved, he realized it must be Z.
The Beast stepped forward.
He was fairly average, at least moreso than they had been expecting. Not as well built as most, but he wasn’t a twig. He wore a thin, worn out hoodie coated in blood at the neck and arms. He also donned shredded blue jeans, cleaner than the hoodie but about as old. The only conspicuous part of his look (besides the bloodstains) was the white skull he wore over his own. It was missing its jaw, but the unnaturally sharp top teeth granted him a look of unbridled ferocity. His own tusks fit snugly between the skull’s gaps - and that’s when Beef realized.
He's a zombie pigman? Beef recoiled for a moment. I expected a sheep, or even a cow, but definitely not a zombie pigman. I didn't know any even lived in the city... What's with that skull?
As if in response, Z removed the cranium from his own and placed it gently on the ground.
"Hello."
He sounded surprisingly upbeat, for a wanted serial killer. The officer could practically hear his smile.
"Welcome to... my lair!" He threw his arms wide in a flourish, laughing as he did so. When neither of the two moved, he dropped them, frowning. "So are you guys here for a reason, or is this some bizarrely unlucky coincidence?"
The policemen exchanged looks. "Pause wanted us to give you this." Etho threw a small paper airplane into the air, where it drifted over to the pigman.
He unfolded it with one hoof, skimmed the letter, and promptly retrieved a flint and steel. "Nice toss." In one smooth motion, the plane was aflame. He dropped the burnt cinders to the ground and strolled over until he was less than a foot in front of them, though they each remained tense. "C'mon!" he sighed. "I could've just trapped the door or something, assuming I was trying to kill you."
He put out one hoof. "If you were at all curious, I am Zisteau! Zombie pigman, lava expert, serial killer, etc, etc."
Beef tentatively shook the hoof, then Etho. "Zisteau? That's what the 'Z' is for?"
"Says Mr. ‘Vintage’." Zisteau raised his sole eyebrow.
Mr. Vintage frowned.
"I’ve done my research! Anyway, you guys wanted to collect on Pause’s favor?"
"Well, Pause thought that because two of the last, uh, murders," Etho was careful with his wording, "were connected to the B-Team, you might know where they are. And help us catch them. Maybe."
"Backstabbing," he said with pleasant surprise. "I like it. Lemme think... I know Bdubs is hosting a party this Friday. A masquerade ball, almost. It's his party, so he'll show up at least briefly. Y'know the big skyscraper, over on Main? That's his place."
The duo thought silently for a moment. "You think you can handle this?" The sergeant asked.
Zisteau shrugged. "I can try. A pigman keeps his word, guys, and I'll keep mine. Try, at least. Might have to leave early though... I’ll be honest, I was more expecting an attempt at getting blackmail or something outta Pause. I guess being in the fuzz really does change you, huh?"
Neither Etho nor Beef answered him.
He looked over to a clock hanging from a nearby wall, mouthing words carefully to himself. "Gonna need to do more planning. Come by tomorrow and we can continue talking, alright?"
Still somewhat unsure, the two nodded, and left.
...So, how about that UHC, eh?
Wordcount: 873
Beef and Etho had followed Pause's instructions and (though they were a bit roundabout) had found themselves before a large abandoned warehouse.
The door was closed and uninviting. A quick check of the handle revealed it to be unlocked. They entered.
Inside the warehouse, it was just as it had seemed from the outside - abandoned. The only thing waiting for them was a large, obsidian entrance emitting a mystic purple energy.
A Nether portal.
"Nether portals are rarely to be trusted." Beef recalled a line from the police handbook. "Those who dare use the dark gates are often connected to drugs or potions and will trap the other side for unsuspecting travelers. Approach with caution."
He walked up to it, touching the side with one gentle hand.
"D’you think we should we go in?"
Etho looked to his companion. "I don't think we’ve really got a choice."
Together, they entered.
----------
The room was nothing like the two had been expecting. It lacked the fire and brimstone of the Nether, replacing the dark netherrack with smooth stone. Shards of glowstone hung from the ceiling, supported by thin metal strands. Beneath them, a long crevice gave way to a snaking lava river which lit the spots glowstone could not with an eerie red shine.
Paintings, too, hung from each wall. Some were large, small, well painted or poor sketches. Landscapes and portraits and vibrant and dull and colorful and monochrome - it was almost overwhelming. The two scanned the area for their target, each taking guarded note of their surroundings.
One lone corner remained unlit, and within Beef thought he could vaguely see a silhouette of something. When the shadow moved, he realized it must be Z.
The Beast stepped forward.
He was fairly average, at least moreso than they had been expecting. Not as well built as most, but he wasn’t a twig. He wore a thin, worn out hoodie coated in blood at the neck and arms. He also donned shredded blue jeans, cleaner than the hoodie but about as old. The only conspicuous part of his look (besides the bloodstains) was the white skull he wore over his own. It was missing its jaw, but the unnaturally sharp top teeth granted him a look of unbridled ferocity. His own tusks fit snugly between the skull’s gaps - and that’s when Beef realized.
He's a zombie pigman? Beef recoiled for a moment. I expected a sheep, or even a cow, but definitely not a zombie pigman. I didn't know any even lived in the city... What's with that skull?
As if in response, Z removed the cranium from his own and placed it gently on the ground.
"Hello."
He sounded surprisingly upbeat, for a wanted serial killer. The officer could practically hear his smile.
"Welcome to... my lair!" He threw his arms wide in a flourish, laughing as he did so. When neither of the two moved, he dropped them, frowning. "So are you guys here for a reason, or is this some bizarrely unlucky coincidence?"
The policemen exchanged looks. "Pause wanted us to give you this." Etho threw a small paper airplane into the air, where it drifted over to the pigman.
He unfolded it with one hoof, skimmed the letter, and promptly retrieved a flint and steel. "Nice toss." In one smooth motion, the plane was aflame. He dropped the burnt cinders to the ground and strolled over until he was less than a foot in front of them, though they each remained tense. "C'mon!" he sighed. "I could've just trapped the door or something, assuming I was trying to kill you."
He put out one hoof. "If you were at all curious, I am Zisteau! Zombie pigman, lava expert, serial killer, etc, etc."
Beef tentatively shook the hoof, then Etho. "Zisteau? That's what the 'Z' is for?"
"Says Mr. ‘Vintage’." Zisteau raised his sole eyebrow.
Mr. Vintage frowned.
"I’ve done my research! Anyway, you guys wanted to collect on Pause’s favor?"
"Well, Pause thought that because two of the last, uh, murders," Etho was careful with his wording, "were connected to the B-Team, you might know where they are. And help us catch them. Maybe."
"Backstabbing," he said with pleasant surprise. "I like it. Lemme think... I know Bdubs is hosting a party this Friday. A masquerade ball, almost. It's his party, so he'll show up at least briefly. Y'know the big skyscraper, over on Main? That's his place."
The duo thought silently for a moment. "You think you can handle this?" The sergeant asked.
Zisteau shrugged. "I can try. A pigman keeps his word, guys, and I'll keep mine. Try, at least. Might have to leave early though... I’ll be honest, I was more expecting an attempt at getting blackmail or something outta Pause. I guess being in the fuzz really does change you, huh?"
Neither Etho nor Beef answered him.
He looked over to a clock hanging from a nearby wall, mouthing words carefully to himself. "Gonna need to do more planning. Come by tomorrow and we can continue talking, alright?"
Still somewhat unsure, the two nodded, and left.
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Date: Wednesday, June 5th, 2013 03:59 am (UTC)When is Kurt coming into it?
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Date: Wednesday, June 5th, 2013 04:14 am (UTC)Good series :)
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Date: Wednesday, June 5th, 2013 11:13 am (UTC)Oh well here goes, Zisteau will get to the party and look around but won't find Bdubs, he'll find Generik. The police duo will get a call about some murder and go check it out to find it was Bdubs, that's why he wasn't at the party...
Genny will promise to avenge Bdoubleo and agree to join the force to help find the murder. That's when they find Guude, he will be in a mental hospital trying to get over his obsession to turtles (he's in there also for killing people who have touched his turltes) he will give information saying that vechs is the person they need to talk to next but Zisteau being fond of vechs will try and get in the way and since he is a serial killer that might get dangerous... I'm gunna stop now
It's to early in the morning, that's why thats ^ there
-Voo
The log in is to complicated for my brain to understand at this time :P
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Date: Wednesday, June 5th, 2013 03:10 pm (UTC)