Sam & Max
Max began to stare grimly at the fox. He picked up his gun from his invisible pockets and pointed it at McCloud. "Listen here buster, we don't have time for twenty questions ..." "Ease down Max." The hyperkinetic bunny looked to Sam, gave a sorrowful sigh, and put the large Luger back to where it was before.
"Please excuse my erratic and sanguine partner. We're Sam and Max, Freelance Police©." "We in no way, shape, or form, are responsible for any loss in pertinence, comprehension, or sanity. Symptoms include sore throat, diarrhea, sweating, breathing, living, or hyperaldosteronism. All rights reserved. In acordance with the ..." "Are you sure you don't remember anything?" Fox looks towards the duo and shakes his head no. The dog looked down at the floor and sighed.
"He ain't talkin' Sam. Should we put him in the trunk too!?" "Unfortunately I have a bad feeling that only by fulfilling our own selfish extemporaneous wishes, we'd be spoiling the habitual routine of some group's self-narrated allegory that's partaken to achieve satisfaction in their already platitudinous young lives." "You know how much I hate stories Sam." "Don't worry little buddy, there'll be plenty of mongrels to torture later." "Ooh boy!"
The rabbit jumped off of the table, eager to leave. Sam got up from his seat and headed towards the door. "Uh, thanks for your time ... I guess." And with that, he and his pal closed the door behind them, leaving the poor starship pilot all alone.
I look up and watch as the door closes behind the duo.
"Who the hell were they?" I ask in confusion. I smile, and stand to my feet.
"Whoever they were, they provided me with the distraction I needed. Blocked the camera's view on me completely, giving me enough time to break free from my restraints."
I lift my arms from under the table, the chains gone from my wrists. I hear the chains fall to the ground as they make a large "chink" noise. I look over to the camera, and frown.
"Not like they can stop me now, anyway." I step back, preparing to run. I look up at the "mirror" in the room, and smile.
"Could be a mirror, could be a two way window. It's a crap shoot either way, so I mindaswell try it. But I doubt a police station interragation room has a real mirror."
In the blink of an eye, I run as fast as I can towards the two way window. At the last second, I leaps into the air, holding my arms in front of my head. My body makes cotact with the glass, and it shatters into millions of tiny pieces as I falls through into the hallway on the other side. I drop to the ground, still covering my face from the falling shards. I brush the glass from my fur, and gets to my feet.
"Ha. Got it." I look down the hallway, and see a Policeman.
"Ugh, I hate to do this, but I have no choice." I begin making my way down the hallway toward the Policeman in a stealthly manner. The Policeman stands obliviously, drinking a cup of some beverage with headphones secruely locked in his ear. I can only hope that it isn't a communicator with the other Policeman.
Soon, I am standing right behind him, holding my breath so I don't alert him to my presence. I see a firearm attached to his belt, and carefully reach down to grab it. My hands hovers barely an inch from the weapon as sweat begins to soak my fur. I quickly grab the gun, and pull it violently from its holster. The Policeman turns around in suprise, and drops his drink on the ground.
"What the hell!" He says in panic.
"Oh, ****...you're loose."
"Yes," I say with a smile as I point the firearm to his head.
"I am. Now show me to the room where all of my equipment is, or I unload a round into your skull." I listen to my voice in shock. I can't believe how evil I sound right now. I never hurt innocent people. Not on purpose anyway. But desperate times call for desperate measures. My God, I sound just like Star Wolf! What the hell is wrong with me? Suddenly, the Policeman begins laughing.
"You don't know how to use that!"
"What makes you think that?" I ask in an angered tone.
"Because. You don't even have the safety off." I look at the gun, and see the safety mechanism. Luckily, our Cornerian weapons have the same type of feature. I slip it off, and hold the gun to his head again.
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How 'bout now? Still think I can't work it?" He stares at me in fear and shock.
"Okay...okay...I'll show you." He walks slowly in front of me, as I lower the gun, and hold it discretely to his spine.
Soon, we make it down the hallway to a room marked, "Evidence." He turns around, and looks at me.
"Here you go." He says with relief.
"Well...open it."
"Don't have the key." He says with a smirk.
"Ok, then. You're of no use to me." I push him aside, and kick the door down. My foot stings a little. Must've been a heavily bolted door. I walk inside as I step over the fallen door. Suddenly, I hear the pounding of footsteps down the hall. I turn around to see the Policeman is gone. "Damn." I say softly.
"I can't believe I took my eyes off him. Nevermind. I must work quickly."
I begin to rummage through the room, looking for my equipment. I open a drawer, and find my communicator. Next to it lies my ear piece and goggles. Excellent. I quickly attach it the communicator to my wrist, and put the other items in my pockets. As I continue looking, I see my scanner and medical supply kit on top of the desk. Even better. I shove them into my pockets and open the top drawer on the desk. I open it, and find one of my detonators in a plastic bag labeled, "Explosives?". I pull it out of the bag, and place it on my belt as I make my way to the large cabinet.
"Locked." I mutter under my breath as I stare at the lock on the door. I take the gun, and aim it at the lock. I pull the trigger, and the bullet blows the door open. I pull out different marked bags, throwing them to the floor as I search hastily.
"Where is it!" I shout in frustration.
"Where did they put my blaster!"
I finish looking through everything in the cabinet. Nothing. My blaster is gone. Suddenly, I hear a voice over the loud speaker in the building.
"Suspect "Fox" is escaped! All units, lock down!"
"Oh, come on!" I realize my blaster isn't here. They must've taken it. I look at the gun I put in my holster.
"This will have to do...for now." I look at the desk one more time, and open up the bottom drawer. Inside, I find a box labeled, "Ammunition." On the bottom, it reads, "For Standard Pistol." I take the box and open it, I turn it upside down, and drop all the bullets into my top pocket on my vest. I can only hope that these bullets go with the gun I now possess.
I run out of the room, and down the hallway. I move blindly through the facility. I remember my old skills I was taught back at the academy. "All paths lead to an exit."
As I run, I think to myself how odd it is that since my escape, I've only run into one Policeman. Where could they be? I shouldn't dwell on it. Never count your luck.
Soon, I reach what seems to be the end of the building. I stop infront of a large window, and look down the hall to see a group of Policeman guarding the entrance.
"Guess its the scenic route." I mutter under my breath. I raise my leg and kick the window as hard as I can. To my suprise, it doesn't break.
"Ow!" I say in pain as my foot throbs.
"Why didn't that break?" I think for a moment, and the answer becomes clear.
"Police station...security...guns...protection. It's weapon proof." I put the gun into the holster on my belt. It fits, but barely. I pull my jacket back to reveal the detonator I found inside the room.
"I hate to use this so early..." I say with a sigh.
"But I have no choice." I place the detonator on the glass, and turn the device, arming it. I set it to five seconds as it makes a loud beeping noise. The Policeman at the entrance turn and see me.
"Hey! There he is!" The run toward me as I run back from the detonator. I count in my head as I hear the men running faster and faster. Five...Four...Three...Two...One...
In a large explosion, the glass shatters, and the wall breaks to pieces. Smoke fills the air, and I get to my feet. I walk over to the Policeman, now lying unconcious on the floor.
"Oh please don't be dead...that's the last thing I need." I put my hand on one of the man's chest and feel for a heartbeat. Luckily, I feel a pulse.
"Phew." I say in relief.
"Well, it's been fun guys. But I don't think I'll be coming back."
I jump out the window, and run into the street. A boy dressed in red garb sitting on a bench catches my eye. Next to him sit two smaller earthlings. They sit with small devices in their hands, completely enveloped in the devices.
"So earth people let their kids use scanners?" I ask myself.
"What purpose could that serve?"
Things were getting out of hand. Red to turned to his Pokemon; Charizard, Ivysaur, and Squirtle. "Alright, guys. People around here don't seem to like Pokemon for some reason. We're going to need to lay low for a while, so I'm going to need you to just trust me. Alright?"
Each of the three Pokemon nodded solemnly. Even though Red had just found an Umbreon, that didn't explain where he was. Infact, it seemed like the Pokemon had been out of place, like it didn't belong.
He held out his Pokeballs, calling all three of his friends into hiding. Before he could bring out his Pokemon again, he was going to need some answers.
Red walked down the street half a block, still in sight of the Poice Headquarters, and sat on a bench. Next to him, two small boys had small devices in which they were intently fixed. "Your Charmander is no match for my Pikachu!"
Red stopped. Was he hearing was he thought he was hearing?
"Not a chance! Your Pikachu is only a level 3! My Pikachu is level 7!"
Red peered over the boys' shoulders and stared at the screen in awe.
"Oh my..." Red was confused. "Excuse me, fellas. Can I ask you a question?"
The boys looked up at him in confusion. "What? You wanna play? You'll have to wait until we're done this battle, pal!"
Red pressed, insistently. "Where did you get those? Are they just training simulators?"
They boys laughed. "Where have you been, buddy? Pokemon is the coolest game that Nintendo has ever released! Where have you been, the moon?"
Red looked at them. "Game? Pokemon are not a game! They are real!"
"Sure they are..."
Suddenly, a large car lifted from the street ahead of them and hurled towards the three of them on the bench. Acting quickly, Red hurled Squirtle's Pokeball. "Squirtle, use Protect!" In a flash of light, the emerging Squirtle created a large bubble around them just as the car reached them, causing a large explosion, but protecting Red and the young boys.
"Whoa!"
"A real Squirtle!" The boys turned to Red. "Are you Ash Ketchum?!"
Red looked at them. "What the hell kind of a name is that? The name's Red. Are you guys alright?"
The two boys nodded.
"Listen, I need you to-"
Suddenly, the park bench lifted off the ground, carrying the three of them into the air. Squirtle looked around for the culprit, and its heart fell when it found out what was causing it.
"Well, if it isn't Red. The Pokemon Master himself. I never thought I'd have the pleasure."
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I watch as they hover in the air, helplessly. A white creature with a purple oval on its chest running back into a purple tail holds its arms firmly as its hands glow.
"What in the name of..." Telekenisis? Could that be what the monster is using? Only time I saw that was with Andross. Could it be one of his minions? Or perhaps, even him, reincarnated! Yes, it must be! It must be him again...that's why I'm here, that's why I can't remember anything!
"I remember what happened last time I helped someone on this planet." I say with a sacastic tone." But, I guess I'm a glutton for punishment. Especially with Andross!" I pull out the firearm from my holster, and run towards the strange creature. I stop in the middle of the street, and hold the gun steadily, pointing the barrel towards its chest.
"Hey!" I yell towards the beast.
"Put them down now! I won't hesitate to shoot you, Andross!"
