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The door burst open with a pounding explosion

Last posted Jul 06, 2012 at 09:52PM EDT. Added Jun 28, 2012 at 02:03AM EDT
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Smoke filled the air around them.

It was almost too much to stand. A musky, old smell, like a burning attic. It irritated their throats and offended their nostrils.

The smoke cleared slowly, and as the delicate strings of tannish powder gave way to transparency, eyes met each other in a cold gaze.

Peering through the doorway, American Baseball Cap looked like a deer in headlights. For a few seconds, seeming like an eternity, both of them simply stared through the newly made clearing.

Of course, this was all assumption. RussianFedora couldn’t see his eyes under that hideously oversized baseball cap…

This is going to be an updating story so please don’t lock this mods

American Baseball Cap attacked first. Typical. With all those years of being shunned for having a fondness towards low fashion, he garnered a vicious attitude. Cold and vicious.

He ran towards RussianFedora with all his might, toting nothing but his own fists. This seemed strange to RF. Why would such an evil genius go on the offensive with nothing but his own hands? Maybe American Baseball Cap, in his old age mostly brought on by stress, was starting to lose it. In these few seconds of puzzlement, RF actually started to feel bad for his old brother.

That changed quickly.

American Baseball Cap swung with all his might, landing a hard hit on RF’s face. As flesh made contact with flesh, RF felt something was wrong. American Baseball Cap’s hands were cold… Like metal. Just then, a large burst of electricity fired through RF, ripping through his body and searing some of his hair. He fell to the ground with a dull thud.

American Baseball Cap approached him, his eye on the fedora…

I wonder if Mexican Sombrero will become a character.
Continue please. I am interested also I wonder if you will be introducing anymore characters into the story.

Last edited Jun 28, 2012 at 04:01PM EDT

RF writhed around relentlessly, attempting to regain control over his frayed nerves. It was no use. His body needed time to recover, and for now, he was powerless.

American Baseball Cap quickly removed RF’s fashionable headwear, and walked it over to a large vat of… something. RF couldn’t tell what it was, exactly, but he knew it was hot. Very hot.

American Baseball Cap strode with a mix of nonchalance and hesitancy. Just as he reached the container, RF spoke up.

“What do you think this is going to accomplish? Do you think you’ll have defeated me by burning up my hat?”

American Baseball Cap stopped. He did not look at RF, he simply stared into the vat of burning substance.

“What’s your goal in life? Where are you headed with these hairbrained schemes of taking over the world? You could’ve worked for the better of humanity, and yet you waste your life in a desperate grab for power”

American Baseball Cap’s face turned pink.

“Even if you stop me, you’ll never reach your goal. If you make it to the top, you’ll only destroy yourself. The air is thin that high up, but you’re so greedy you’ll hyperventilate for the pleasure of wasting oxygen.”

QUIET!” American Baseball Cap screamed at the top of his lungs.

Baseball Cap quickly threw the fedora into a waiting inferno. Then he turned to Russian.

“Face it. No matter how powerful you get, in the end you will suffocate under your own insolence”

Baseball Cap walked toward RF, his face a crimson red. He grabbed Russian by the collar, ripped him from his place on the ground, and carried him to the vat.

“You have spoken long enough” American Baseball Cap spat in an angry fluster.

But just as Baseball Cap began to lift RF up, a mighty explosion ripped through the wall in front of him, startling both and hurling a great rock of debris in his direction…

American Baseball Cap lunged to the side as quickly as he could, dropping Fedora like a sack of feed. The debris piece nearly missed both of them, slamming into the floor and skipping a few more feet before settling.

A cascade of rocks and rebar came raining down upon them, pelting their skin and causing them to take cover as best they could.

Fortunately, within a few seconds, the rain of concrete stopped, and all that could be heard was settling dust and the fup fup fup of a rotor chopping the air.

RF looked up cautiously, squinting hard to keep the dust out of his eyes. Out of the smoke and particles he could see a helicopter, hovering about twenty feet in the air.

The helicopter floated in suspension for a few moments before carefully choosing a landing spot and touching down. The rotor slowed down. Fup, fup, fup… fup… fup… The rotor stopped.

A tall, dark figure strode from out of the helicopter’s hold. He approached RF slowly, in a nonchalant mosey that was quite unfitting when contrasted with the events of a previous few seconds.

He walked up to RF, and stared back at his dust-covered eyes.

“The BSA has ordered you dead” the man said, with a slight adjustment of his tophat…


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