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"Felix," he said, leaning forward and clasping his hands together. "Today is the day that Armageddon is meant to take place here at the Academy. All the faculty and staff are working extra hard to make sure everything runs smoothly, and if I may say so, we really don't need your disrespect and insubordination."
"What is meant to take place at the Academy?" I asked, sitting up ever so slightly. (and feeling a bit disappointed that I had lost my "cool", I won't lie).
"Armageddon," he told me. "Didn't you hear at the assembly yesterday?"
I had, of course, skipped the assembly yesterday, learning rather quickly that no one notices. Evan Roderick would consider it to be a flaw in the beautiful system.
"Um, sorry," I told him, biting my tongue. "I think I must have zoned out during that part."
"Well," he told me, "I don't want to stray too much from the subject at hand, but it appears that the Academy has been chosen to play an instrumental role in the deliverance of Armageddon, and uh, it's no one's choice, but there isn't really anything anyone can do about it right now, but we just have to make sure everything is running smoothly when it happens. We can't have total anarchy. Even in this difficult time."
"Don't forget to pay for the cookie!"
Derek fixed her a stare that told her exactly what she could do with her cookie, a stare interrupted as a masked man in a heavy coat bowled into him. Derek hit the ground hard and slid a few feet before crashing into his and Nicola's table. The masked man pulled out a knife and pointed it at the young girl at the counter.
"Give me yer fucking money, ya cheap hoor!" he yelled gutturally.
The girl shrieked and got a smack across the face for her trouble. The masked man leapt over the counter and started repeatedly kicking the girl in the ribs. He raised the knife to stab her only for it to fly out of his hand with the sharp 'ping' of metal on metal and embed itself in the wall behind him. He turned his head slowly in disbelief, to find Derek standing just a few feet away with a semi-automatic pistol trained on where his knife was. Derek leveled a glare at the yob.
"Please step away from the young lady, sir."
Even through his mask, Derek could see that the man was furious and confused.
"I thought you lot didn't carry guns!?" he yelled indignantly, as if Derek were the criminal and he the victim.
Derek's expression didn't change even slightly.
"Please step away from the young lady, sir."
The masked man backed away slowly several feet then suddenly went to grab one of the nearby carving knives used to cut the sandwhiches. Derek pulled trigger and the man roared in pain as the bullet passed through his hand, shattering several bones on the way. Derek hopped over the counter and pushed the man bodily against the wall.
"I'm placing you under arrest for attempted robbery and assault causing harm."
The man struggled against him, despite the painful injury Derek had inflicted on him.
"What about my rights?"
Derek rolled his eyes as he reached for his handcuffs.
"This isn't Law and Order, you moron, your only rights are to be told what I'm arresting you for or to be arrested as Gaeilge."
He grabbed the man's wrists and clapped him in irons.
"You're gonna regret giving me the fucking paperwork."
Your excerpt is really good and it's making me feel extremely inferior. :( What am I then?Everyone's excerpts are really good and making me feel extremely inferior. :( damn you all.
HERE ARE THE CURRENT SCORES FOR THE WORD WAR just for fun:
Team A: 32197
Team B: 51905
Team C: 44144
not postin' this because my team's winning or anything
really
descriptions of hot man on rusty tank action you will not want to miss.
And I had taekwondo class, so I was feeling stressed out by having to get off earlier, and... I feel guilty right now. But hey guys, the afterlife is boring and looks like I looted it from Okami~
I keep spending more time working out their pokémon's nicknames than writing.
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My class did that a long time ago! Who're you playing?
I will come back and be interested again as soon as I get more writing done!
I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING YESTERDAY MY LIFE IS OVER