GAME: Collaborative Story

[Shinobi-Iri (nick)]

Hey guys, this is only here because it doesn't really fit in anywhere else. I thought it would be cool to make up a short story on the fly, all of us together and see what we come up with. It's like your classic 'continue with what the other guy wrote' sort of thing, except I'm hoping this could be relatively serious with no joke posts or one word continuations. In terms of how we work out who replied, I'm thinking that we try to go through the members til everybody has had a turn and kind of establish an order. Since I created the topic, I'll go first...

Clutching my jacket, I waited for a gap in the traffic before heading across the street. It was high noon, and there were plenty of shoppers and businessmen crowding the streets of the city; either looking for food or heading back to work. I eyed them all suspiciously, never one to trust, and ducked into a nearby convenience store.

I went behind a shelf full of magazines and pretended to flick through a couple, glancing over the top to check out the patrons inside the rest of the shop. There was only an old dude and a couple of kids bludging school so no worries there. I pulled my baseball cap lower over my head and waited for a few moments, ensuring I would not be recognized on the CCTV setup that was bound to be in the store somewhere.

Eventually, the teens and the elderly man headed out, and I approached the counter slowly. There was a guy, looking to be of Hispanic origin, serving at the counter and he looked all tense as I moved toward him. I felt a pang of guilt for what I was about to do, and the handgun with only two bullets inside began to seemingly burn a hole in my jacket pocket. But he didn't have two children to feed, and he still had his job here at the convenience store, which made the whole thing a lot easier.

"Alright don't do anything funny and I won't hurt you." I said evenly, whipping the gun out of my jacket.

The clerk's hands shot up into the air and he stepped backwards a little, a look of pure fear enveloping his face.

"P-please...I don't want any trouble!" he stammered, in a smooth voice with a light accent.

"There won't be any if you cooperate with me and don't be a hero OK?" I warned him. "Now, open the register and hand the money over."

I heard the door behind me bang open, and I glanced around to see two cops bursting in.

"Hey, drop your weapon!" one shouted, pulling his own gun out of his holster and pointed it at me.

I paused. I could easily duck quickly behind the shelves if I wanted to. I debated furiously over my next move...

[falseprophet]

I made to launch myself behind the safety of the shelves, but I felt a heavy load suddenly weigh me down. I stumbled, with the shop assistant on my back, his right arm constricting my gullet.

We collapsed in a heap, the cops shouting inaudibly in the near distance. The pressure in my temples was building as the amateurish asphixiation continued. I lashed backwards with my pistol hand, but struck the dago feebly on the shoulder. Rolling in vain, I managed to tumble a shelf stacked with tin cans, causing them to pummle the shop keeper. His grip slackened due to the unexpected onslaught, and I caught him a mean one with my pistol barrel. He lurched off of me, cursing in Spanish through gritted teeth and clutching his bleeding forehead.

The police fired two shots, one just after the other. It was the first that caught my upper arm as I tried to stand up amongst the debris of fallen cans, the second one must've whistled past me and shattered the window. I felt a sudden pang of cold as the bullet tore my flesh, the adrenaline pumping through me lessening the pain to a white-hot sensation, allowing me to scramble away. I jumped out the broken shop window and onto the street outside.

[madkill]

Not realising that this shop was 'conveniently' placed a story high above the below alleyway, I hit the ground with such a thump I thought it best to just roll to the side and hide under some boxes and garbage till I caught some breath, lastly hearing police sirens I fell silent and awoke several hours later with only a few scratches.
"Thats odd...I guess I just imagined the shots hitting me" I whispered calmly.
I stumbled to my feet still a little dizzy, as I stepped forwards I tripped over a homeless persons carcass, he kept silent so I had a feeling it had to happened before...or that he was drunk.
as I walked down the alleyway, noticing my shadow stretched I thought it best that I head back home.
"It's been one hell of a day..."

[sorry for lack of content I gave in this post]

[Shinobi-Iri (nick)]

OK, I'll go again...

As I walked in, my apartment was all dark just like the way I left it. But as I moved through the rooms I could tell that something wasn't right, and indeed I could have sworn I'd left my bedroom door closed when I left. As I approached it, I heard a rustling behind me and turned to find a lone police officer attempting to creep up behind me.

"Asshole!" I gasped, whirling around and attempting to kick him, but he knocked me off balance and sent me crashing into my bookcase, where heavy books came raining down on top of me.

"Stupid bitch..." he muttered, sneering, before launching an attack of his own at me but I quickly ducked out of the way as he came. He tripped over all my books and smacked his face on the polished wood of the bookcase.

"Where's your back up now huh?" I jeered as I kicked him while he was down. "You all up in my house with no place to go, so now you're at my mercy."

The front door burst open and dozens of cops poured in.

"So, Adelaide's most devious criminal resides here eh?" one of them snarled, raising his gun. "We're going to get commendations for this..."

As he prepared to pull the trigger I was diving out the window, plummeting two stories before landing in a conveniently placed recycling bin. I popped my head over the top, thinking I should probably get away, so I pondered my next move.