Boardwalk Bashers (ELENA)
Aug 4, 2014 0:38:04 GMT -6
Post by Cuftbert on Aug 4, 2014 0:38:04 GMT -6
Today, Amity Alomar was finally free. The fifteen year old's daring escape from her boarding school was followed by a long and exhausting man-hunt headed by the Jump City police department. There were times when she thought she would end up in the back of one of their squad cars and shipped right back to that prison disguised as a school. Fortunately, the police could never hope to keep up with her baby: the hunk of scrounged parts that crudely resembled a motorcycle. It wasn't much to look at, and if it had been pieced together by any other mechanic it would've definitely fallen apart the second the engine roared to life. Amity wasn't like most mechanics, as it wasn't mere luck to create a bike that could outrace any old car in Jump, it was her unnatural affinity with machines, an affinity that was surely superhuman.
It was close to sundown when Amity arrived at the boardwalk. Her motorcycle got plenty of odd looks from the occasional passerby, but for the most part she was left to cruise along the pier in peace. "Beach hasn't changed a bit.." She whispered as she parked her bike, killed the engine, and stared out at the ocean. She remembered the times when she and the other orphans would be taken on lengthy field trips to the beach, those trips stopped when she was enrolled in school. Seeing it again after so long... well, it was a sobering reminder of what she'd been missing out on for so long.
Still, she happy to see it again -- being on time for a beautiful sunset was a nice bonus.
For a while, Amity just stared at the ocean and let herself forget the inevitable problems of what to eat and where to sleep. After a while though, shortly after the sun set, the young girl saw something move out of the corner of her eye that instantly caught her attention. It was two men in dark colored hoodies that hid their faces well. They turned and unlocked a gate leading into a boat storage area, and it wasn't long before they were lost to the darkness. "Geez, guys. Could you be any more shady?" Muttered Amity as she quietly slid off of her bike. Curiosity was a strong incentive to tail the men, but a looming feeling that she'd be someone's only hope also contributed in her decision to enter the storage area. Thankfully, the men had left the fence unlocked.
Staying low, Amity crept through rows and rows of giant boats that looked expensive for mere boardwalk rentals. In the distance she could see a small shack with light shining through a window close by the door. As she drew closer, she could hear voices. Peering through the window, Amity saw the hooded men standing in front of a desk. The man behind it was young looking, with a terribly tacky Hawaiian shirt.
"You got a real nice business going on here, Mr. Bennett."
"Be a real shame if something happened to it." The voices came from the two men. They were low, gruff, and threatening in tone. The third voice, on the other hand, was high-pitched and terrified-sounding.
"P-P-Please guys! I only had this business for t-three years! You take a cut, and I'll be starvin'!" The owner of the rental shop only just choked out this plea before one of the men brandished a handgun and aimed it squarely at the man's head.
"I'm givin' you one chance to reconsider before you become a statistic, Bennett."
By that point Amity wasn't listening anymore. She was frantically searching the area for something she could use as a weapon. She found a suitable tool in the form of a crowbar, which, upon being picked it, felt very uncomfortable in her hands due to the weight. The voices were growing louder, however, so she didn't have time to reconsider.
Without another second's delay, Amity burst through the office door and swung wide and hard at the hooded gunner. Taken by surprise, he only had time to spin around and face her before the crowbar struck him in the stomach, making him keel over and drop his gun. The other man, however, was quick to react with a punch aimed squarely at her face. Amity was quick to duck under the punch, but as she raised the crowbar, she felt an arm press against her throat, pinning her to the wall. Two inches from her face was a pale-faced man that had regained his composure... but not his gun, thankfully. He did however, have an iron grip on her weapon arm...
"Who the-- gah... --hell is this!?" The man growled, filling Amity's nostrils with the stench of stale beer.
"Looks like some kind of... school girl. But... there ain't no field trips this late, ain't there?"
"I'm s-someone who's... s-stopping... c-criminal scum like y-you!" Amity shouted, trying to mask her terror with bravado. The man, however, just laughed, hitting her full on with that nauseating breath again.
"Give me your knife. I'll cut her throat and dump her under the boardwalk while you work over our business partner here." The man said with a sadistic smile.
The other man merely sighed, "Dude, really? Who's she gonna tell?"
"I'm not taking chances. Now give me the kniAAAAAAAAAGH!" The man couldn't finish his sentence before Amity had brought a knee straight up into his groin. The man fell over to writhe on the floor, giving Amity ample time to sprint out the door.
The other man let out a curse and grabbed the gun on the floor before sprinting outside. "Dammit girl, I don't wanna do this!" Amity paid him little mind.
That is, until he started shooting at her. The first loud bang startled her, but the feeling of something whizzing past her ear sent her into full on panic mode. She darted down the middle of a row of boats. Keeping low to the ground, she listened in silence for the creaking of wood under heavy boots.
"Come on girl... Don't make this harder for me. I ain't gettin' time because of you..."
Oh god... Oh god... Think Amity, think!
It was close to sundown when Amity arrived at the boardwalk. Her motorcycle got plenty of odd looks from the occasional passerby, but for the most part she was left to cruise along the pier in peace. "Beach hasn't changed a bit.." She whispered as she parked her bike, killed the engine, and stared out at the ocean. She remembered the times when she and the other orphans would be taken on lengthy field trips to the beach, those trips stopped when she was enrolled in school. Seeing it again after so long... well, it was a sobering reminder of what she'd been missing out on for so long.
Still, she happy to see it again -- being on time for a beautiful sunset was a nice bonus.
For a while, Amity just stared at the ocean and let herself forget the inevitable problems of what to eat and where to sleep. After a while though, shortly after the sun set, the young girl saw something move out of the corner of her eye that instantly caught her attention. It was two men in dark colored hoodies that hid their faces well. They turned and unlocked a gate leading into a boat storage area, and it wasn't long before they were lost to the darkness. "Geez, guys. Could you be any more shady?" Muttered Amity as she quietly slid off of her bike. Curiosity was a strong incentive to tail the men, but a looming feeling that she'd be someone's only hope also contributed in her decision to enter the storage area. Thankfully, the men had left the fence unlocked.
Staying low, Amity crept through rows and rows of giant boats that looked expensive for mere boardwalk rentals. In the distance she could see a small shack with light shining through a window close by the door. As she drew closer, she could hear voices. Peering through the window, Amity saw the hooded men standing in front of a desk. The man behind it was young looking, with a terribly tacky Hawaiian shirt.
"You got a real nice business going on here, Mr. Bennett."
"Be a real shame if something happened to it." The voices came from the two men. They were low, gruff, and threatening in tone. The third voice, on the other hand, was high-pitched and terrified-sounding.
"P-P-Please guys! I only had this business for t-three years! You take a cut, and I'll be starvin'!" The owner of the rental shop only just choked out this plea before one of the men brandished a handgun and aimed it squarely at the man's head.
"I'm givin' you one chance to reconsider before you become a statistic, Bennett."
By that point Amity wasn't listening anymore. She was frantically searching the area for something she could use as a weapon. She found a suitable tool in the form of a crowbar, which, upon being picked it, felt very uncomfortable in her hands due to the weight. The voices were growing louder, however, so she didn't have time to reconsider.
Without another second's delay, Amity burst through the office door and swung wide and hard at the hooded gunner. Taken by surprise, he only had time to spin around and face her before the crowbar struck him in the stomach, making him keel over and drop his gun. The other man, however, was quick to react with a punch aimed squarely at her face. Amity was quick to duck under the punch, but as she raised the crowbar, she felt an arm press against her throat, pinning her to the wall. Two inches from her face was a pale-faced man that had regained his composure... but not his gun, thankfully. He did however, have an iron grip on her weapon arm...
"Who the-- gah... --hell is this!?" The man growled, filling Amity's nostrils with the stench of stale beer.
"Looks like some kind of... school girl. But... there ain't no field trips this late, ain't there?"
"I'm s-someone who's... s-stopping... c-criminal scum like y-you!" Amity shouted, trying to mask her terror with bravado. The man, however, just laughed, hitting her full on with that nauseating breath again.
"Give me your knife. I'll cut her throat and dump her under the boardwalk while you work over our business partner here." The man said with a sadistic smile.
The other man merely sighed, "Dude, really? Who's she gonna tell?"
"I'm not taking chances. Now give me the kniAAAAAAAAAGH!" The man couldn't finish his sentence before Amity had brought a knee straight up into his groin. The man fell over to writhe on the floor, giving Amity ample time to sprint out the door.
The other man let out a curse and grabbed the gun on the floor before sprinting outside. "Dammit girl, I don't wanna do this!" Amity paid him little mind.
That is, until he started shooting at her. The first loud bang startled her, but the feeling of something whizzing past her ear sent her into full on panic mode. She darted down the middle of a row of boats. Keeping low to the ground, she listened in silence for the creaking of wood under heavy boots.
"Come on girl... Don't make this harder for me. I ain't gettin' time because of you..."
Oh god... Oh god... Think Amity, think!