Thursday, December 1, 2005

Part 5 is late cuz I was too busy last weekend spending time with family and having one of the best Thanksgivings in years! ^_^

Anyway, enjoy!

The Rage Cage part 5 Kida: (sitting on her bed reading) Justin: (peeking in) Musume-chan? Kida: (looks up) Otosan. Justin: I’m sorry I yelled at you yesterday. I’ve just been a little stressed lately. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m sorry. Kida: (nods) What’s wrong? Justin: .... *sigh* I don’t know. I guess I’m just... really confused. Kida: Anything I can do to help? Justin: (shakes his head) Ie, Kida-chan. Thank you, but no. This is something daddy has to do by himself. Kida: (gets up) You never have to do anything by yourself, daddy. (hugs him) I’ll pray for you. Justin: (slightly shocked, smiles) I’d like that Kida-chan. Thank you. Kida: (takes his hands) Justin: Now? Kida: (nods) Justin: (closes his eyes) Kida: (closes her eyes) Dear Jesus, please help my daddy... a few days later... Justin: (watching TV) TV: Nearly three weeks into the investigation, authorities are still unable to identify the creature that destroyed 6th street. But Cheif of Police Walter Edwards issued this statement. Cheif Edwards: We are doing all we can to solve this mystery. And if anyone has any information regarding the monster, we ask that you contact the Metrolex Police Dept. So now, it is not only our duties as officers of the law, it is also your duty as citizens of this great city to bring down this menace! Justin: So... now I’m a menace. TV: Also, Mayor Beardsley has put the city on full alert offering cash rewards for anyone with information on the creature. “click” Justin: Huh? Aisha: (holding the remote) Don’t listen to them. Justin: Aisha. You wouldn’t.... tell anyone. Would you? Aisha: Dummy. Not if they offered all the dragonite in the universe. ???: But you should. Justin and Aisha: (look behind them) Aisha: Felix! What are you saying? Felix: I’m surprised you can live with yourself after what you did. Justin: Hey, I’m not too proud of myself either, Brett! Aisha: And don’t you say that! You know Justin had nothing to do with it. Felix: But still, something must be done. Justin: And what do you suggest? Felix: Turn yourself in. Justin: What?! Felix: Or do something to get rid of that thing! Justin: I... I can’t get rid of it, Felix. As much as I hate it, it’s a part of me. And there’s probably one inside you too. Felix: You’re probably right. But at least I can control it. Justin: Hey! Felix: You hypocrite. You think you’re so righteous. I’ve got a dark side too, but I don’t go crazy, destroy towns, and rape little girls. Justin: (shakes his fist) You keep talkin’ like that, Felix, and the police’ll have more evidence! Aisha: Hey, you two stop it!! You’re friends, remember? Justin: Heh! Sometimes I wonder. (walks to the foyer) Aisha: Hey, where are you going?! Justin: Out! (grabs his browncoat, opens the door) I shouldn’t have to be talked to this way in my own damn house! “SLAM!!” Felix: ...... *sigh* -_-\/ I’m sorry, Aisha. Aisha: Don’t apologize to me. (leaves) Felix: ...... (runs outside) Artukei! Justin: (on the sidewalk, looks back over his shoulder) Felix: I’m sorry, man. Justin: .... Sorry for what? For insulting me? Or looking like an ass in front of Aisha?! (flies off towards the city) Felix: That idiot. He doesn’t deserve this. --Harrison St.-- Justin: (walking down the sidewalk) 61.... 63.... 65.....What the hell? (looking at a produce shop with an old man sitting out front) ..... *sigh* Well... only one way to know. (reaches in his pocket and puts on a pair of wrap-around shades, walks up to the old man) Old Man: Can I help you, sir? Justin: .... I’m looking for Derrick Dukes. Old Man: .... Sorry son. Never heard of him. Justin: I see. (looks at some of the fruits and veggies) Wait a minute. In that case, I want to buy some durian. Old Man: Durian? Justin: Yeah, you know. King of all fruits? Old Man: (stares at Justin for a moment) ...... Yeah, sure. (gets up) C’mon. I think I’ve got some around back. The old man leads Justin down the alley to two double doors on the side of the shop. Inside is a storage room filled to the ceiling with crates and barrels of produce. They weave through the labyrinth of inventory until they come to a dead end. The old man starts to move a large crate out of the way. The one on top of it and the two stacked next to it move as well. It’s a giant camouflaged door. Behind it is a long hallway. Old Man: (looks up at Justin) Justin: Thanks. (steps inside, starts to walk down the hall) Old Man: (closes the door) As Justin walks down the dingy hallway, he hears a low sound that sounds like the hum of a generator. He turns a corner and finds a dark stairway. As he cautiously walks down the stairs, the sound becomes louder. By the time he gets to the bottom, the low hum has escaladed into a thunderous roar. After walking down one more hallway, turning a corner, and stepping into the light, he finds himself at the top level of a large arena filled with spectators cheering and screaming. On the floor of the arena, in the very center, are two men fighting inside a giant cage. “C’mon!” “Kick his ass!” “Kill him!” Justin: (spies a familiar face sitting ringside) Dukes. “Ding Ding Ding!!” Justin: Huh? Announcer: End round 2! The winner, Mike “The Mutilator” MacKenzie! (the audiance erupts) Justin: (keeps an eye on Derrick as he vanishes into a corridor at the side of the arena) elsewhere... in a box above the arena... Boss: (a big man sitting behind a desk) You continue to disapoint me, Derrick. He got lucky in the first round, but if Leon doesn’t pull it together and win this next one, we’re out of the tournament. For five years now, the winners of this tournament have all come from here: The Cage. I have a reputation to uphold here. And I’ll be damned if we can’t even make it to the finals! Derrick: Don’t worry, Boss. I have faith in my boy. He’ll pull through. Boss: Whatever happened to that great fighter you were supposed bring me? Derrick: ... There was a complication. Boss: I’m tired of puttin’ up with your bullshit, Derrick. Either he knocks MacKenzie out or I knock you out! You understand?! Derrick: ... (nods) Boss: Get the hell outta here! Derrick: (leaves, walks out into the hall, starts to go back down to the floor) ???: Sounds like you could use some help. Derrick: (turns around and looks into the shadows) Who’s there? Ravage: (steps out of the dark) Derrick: Ah! (startled at first, but then recognizes him, smiles cooly and calmly) Told’ya you’d be here. C’mon. You’re just in time to save my ass.

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