Post by Estacado on Aug 13, 2012 15:19:23 GMT -5
Y'know, when I was a kid growing up, my dear old Aunt Sarah taught me that a man doesn't need to use foul language to make his point. Jackie, she'd say, A cool head and decisive actions are what solve problems, not dirthy mouths. Sorry, Aunt Sarah, but God fucking damn it, this is some bullshit. I'm going to tear these rat fucking sons of bitches new assholes when I get the fuck out of here!
Jackie opened his eyes, squinting beneath the bright lights. His cell was full of bright lightes. The kind you use in gyms and at late night football games. And not just on the ceiling either. They were on the walls, too, and just outside his specially made cell were two highbeams shining constantly on the door. There was no way to use Darkness here. He was completely alone.
JaCkIIIEEEEEEE. Well, not completely alone. We aRE GEtTiNG tIReD, jACkIE! We gRoW HUnGrY! GeT US oUt of hEEEEEEre!
"Shut your trap, you old windbag." Jackie retorted aloud. "I'm working on it, allright? Not like you've exactly been any help." The mafioso closed his eyes again.
YoU'Re fAIling uSSS, jAckIEEEEE. JuSt lIKe yOU fAilEd hERRRRRR.
"I said keep your mouth shut, damn it!" Jackie yelled, jumping to his feet. "It's bad enough that I'm locked in this God forsaken lightbright rat cage, I don't need to listen to your fucking mouth all day!" The door opened, and Jackie turned around. "Doc. Pulling overtime now? What, problems with the wife?" he asked.
"Very amusing, Mr. Estacado. I never grow tired of your attempts to hide your insecurities with sarcasm." The doctor hummed, tapping his clipboard. "Having more talks with your 'friend', I see?" he asked, scribbling something down. "Still think you're possessed by a supernatural entity?"
"Well, for starters, I wouldn't call him my friend, and yeah. Not much else to talk to except your ugly mug." Jackie retorted. He glanced over the doctor's shoulders and grinned. "Well, if it isn't Officer Santos. How you doin', Toots? How's the husband and the kid? Come to give me a little of that latina loving?" he asked.
"Shut the fuck up, Estacado, before I knock your tee-"
"That's enough, Officer Santos. Mr. Estacado, I would be very grateful if you didn't antagonize your guests." The doctor admonished, scribbling more down on his clipboard.
"Not my fault she's the only hot piece of ass I've seen since I got here."
"I swear to Christ, Estacado, I'm going to-"
"Officer Santos, you're only encouraging him. If you can't keep your cool, you're going to have to wait outside." The doctor reprimanded. "And Mr. Estacado, that is no way to speak to a woman. You are an adult, sir, kindly act like one." Jackie rolled his eyes. "Good. Now then, about this 'friend' of yours, The Darkness. What have you been talking about lately?"
"Y'know, the usual things fellas talk about. The food, the weather, Officer Santos' sweet ass." Said officer gritted her teeth, and Jackie smiled back.
"Amusing, Mr. Estacado. Very amusic. As always, you use sarcasm and crude humor to avoid any real conversation." The doctor commented. Sighing, the aging man removed his spectacles. "Jackie, what's really bothering you here?" he asked. "I know you're having a problem, but I can't help you unless you tell me what it is."
"What do you care, Doc? You think I'm crazy anyways. Just another schizo." Jackie replied with a wave of his hand. "I mean, come on, Doc, what are you trying to prove here? I'm a hired gun who just happens to have some pretty crazy powers. I don't get why you're wasting your time."
"I'm doing this because I care, Jackie. It's true, you have some astounding powers, the likes of which I never imagined, and yes, you've used them for the wrong purposes. But I know you're a good man deep down. I want to help you, but you have to help me. This 'Darkness' character is just a figment of your imagination, an effect of your condition, and the only way you're going to get passed this is if you confront the problem."
"Yeah, sure Doc. Save it for the guy who beats his wife to death, will ya? Look, Doc, no offence, but this whole thing is bullshit, and if you don't like it, you can get down on your hands and knees and suck my-"
"Ladies and Gentlemen, prisoners of Arkham Prison for the Mentally Rogue. This is Mr. Blank speaking. I have recently bought Arkham Asylum and Blackgate prison and combined them. This was for your benefit as well as mine. You see, there has been a plague on Gotham for far too long. This plague is not you, dear Arkhamites. The plague is the guards that take care of you. The plagues is the pety criminals held at Blackgate prison. The plague is one to which you, my dear friends, are the cure. And I intend to reward you for your service. For each Blackgate prisoner and guard you kill, you will receive “points.” You can use the points to buy back your weapons, your powers and your technology. You can also use these points to get your freedom. Get one million points and you will receive your freedom. This is not a joke. I am prepared to offer you this deal. Happy killings."
The room was silent, save for the clatter when the doctor dropped his clipboard. Jackie stared at the doctor and the prison officer, and they stared back, all three utterly shocked. Jackie was the first one to make a move. He started to approach the two. "Holy shit, we gotta-"
"Get back, Estacado!" Officer Santos warned, drawing her nightstick. "I don't know what sick game is going on here, but you're not taking another step! Turn arouned and put your hands behind your back!" She ordered, removing the cuffs around her waist.
"You gotta be kidding me." Jackie sighed, raising his hands. "Alright, Doll Face, alright. No need to start breaking out the tazers and pepper spray. Christ." Slowly, he turned around, and placed his hands behind his back. Santos pushed him against the wall, and cuffed his wrists. "Kinky. At least buy me dinner first."
"Shut it, Estacado. One more word, and I'm going to beat you-" And, for what seemed to be the millionth time since these two stepped into his cell, there was an interuption. The door flew open. On the other side was a man in a loosened straight jacket, blood stains all over his clothes and face, a bloodied scalpel in his hand. "Get back!" Santos ordered, spinning around, but before she could even use her nightstick, the insane man screamed in a blood curdling pitch, leaping upon the doctor, the scalpel plunging into his neck.
Santos stood, totally stunned as the blood spurted from the doctors neck, all life vanishing from his eyes. "Stay back..." she warned, pointing her nightstick at the crazed inmate. "I mean it. I'll use deadly force if I have too." The inmate stared at her through unfocused blue eyes, a wide slasher smile on his face. "Stop!" she shrieked as he pounced for her.
CRACK! WHUMP!
"Hey now, the lady said back off." Jackie admonished, looking down at the face of the inmate as he held his stomache in pain. "You don't listen so well, do ya, pal?" he asked, kicking the man in the gut again. "What's the matter with you? Coming in here, killing my guests. What kinda host woud I be if I just let ya get away with that?" he asked as he repeatedly kicked the man as he tried to shield his stomache. "Ya know, I don't think you understand the consequences. I take my hospitality very seriously." Jackie continued, throwing a kick at the poor mans balls. "And when people come in and start shanking my guests, I get really pissed off!" The foot came down again, pounding down on the man's throat. He gasped and spluttered, clawing at his neck. "Oops. Did I crush your wind pipe, pal? Sorry about that." The inmate sputtered and gasped and wheezed, but was unable to get air. Jackie merely staired down at him, and after a moment, hocked a loogey on the suffocating man. "Stupid fuck."
Officer Santos stared at the two inmates, still in a state of shock. "Y-you..." she stammered, looking at Jackie. "Y-you saved my life..." she stated, as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Yeah. I'm a nice guy." Jackie replied, before ramming his knee up into her stomache. "Sorry, Toots." he whispered as she fell down to her knees. "But I'm afraid it's time for me to blow this joint, capiche`?" He asked as he knelt down to grab her keys while she clutched at her gut. It didn't take long to undo his cuffs, this wasn't exactly the first time he'd done this. "Listen, Santos." Jackie stated, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Take a moment to breath. Then, I want you to get outta here. Run as fast as you can. Get far away. Go home, kiss your husband, hug your kid, and don't come back. Because if you do, one of us is going to have to die. Good luck, doll face." Standing up, Jackie took one more good kick at the man, and casually strolled out of his cell. "Now where did they put my suit?" he wondered as he strolled down the halls. "Gotta look sharp, big things are about to happen."
Jackie opened his eyes, squinting beneath the bright lights. His cell was full of bright lightes. The kind you use in gyms and at late night football games. And not just on the ceiling either. They were on the walls, too, and just outside his specially made cell were two highbeams shining constantly on the door. There was no way to use Darkness here. He was completely alone.
JaCkIIIEEEEEEE. Well, not completely alone. We aRE GEtTiNG tIReD, jACkIE! We gRoW HUnGrY! GeT US oUt of hEEEEEEre!
"Shut your trap, you old windbag." Jackie retorted aloud. "I'm working on it, allright? Not like you've exactly been any help." The mafioso closed his eyes again.
YoU'Re fAIling uSSS, jAckIEEEEE. JuSt lIKe yOU fAilEd hERRRRRR.
"I said keep your mouth shut, damn it!" Jackie yelled, jumping to his feet. "It's bad enough that I'm locked in this God forsaken lightbright rat cage, I don't need to listen to your fucking mouth all day!" The door opened, and Jackie turned around. "Doc. Pulling overtime now? What, problems with the wife?" he asked.
"Very amusing, Mr. Estacado. I never grow tired of your attempts to hide your insecurities with sarcasm." The doctor hummed, tapping his clipboard. "Having more talks with your 'friend', I see?" he asked, scribbling something down. "Still think you're possessed by a supernatural entity?"
"Well, for starters, I wouldn't call him my friend, and yeah. Not much else to talk to except your ugly mug." Jackie retorted. He glanced over the doctor's shoulders and grinned. "Well, if it isn't Officer Santos. How you doin', Toots? How's the husband and the kid? Come to give me a little of that latina loving?" he asked.
"Shut the fuck up, Estacado, before I knock your tee-"
"That's enough, Officer Santos. Mr. Estacado, I would be very grateful if you didn't antagonize your guests." The doctor admonished, scribbling more down on his clipboard.
"Not my fault she's the only hot piece of ass I've seen since I got here."
"I swear to Christ, Estacado, I'm going to-"
"Officer Santos, you're only encouraging him. If you can't keep your cool, you're going to have to wait outside." The doctor reprimanded. "And Mr. Estacado, that is no way to speak to a woman. You are an adult, sir, kindly act like one." Jackie rolled his eyes. "Good. Now then, about this 'friend' of yours, The Darkness. What have you been talking about lately?"
"Y'know, the usual things fellas talk about. The food, the weather, Officer Santos' sweet ass." Said officer gritted her teeth, and Jackie smiled back.
"Amusing, Mr. Estacado. Very amusic. As always, you use sarcasm and crude humor to avoid any real conversation." The doctor commented. Sighing, the aging man removed his spectacles. "Jackie, what's really bothering you here?" he asked. "I know you're having a problem, but I can't help you unless you tell me what it is."
"What do you care, Doc? You think I'm crazy anyways. Just another schizo." Jackie replied with a wave of his hand. "I mean, come on, Doc, what are you trying to prove here? I'm a hired gun who just happens to have some pretty crazy powers. I don't get why you're wasting your time."
"I'm doing this because I care, Jackie. It's true, you have some astounding powers, the likes of which I never imagined, and yes, you've used them for the wrong purposes. But I know you're a good man deep down. I want to help you, but you have to help me. This 'Darkness' character is just a figment of your imagination, an effect of your condition, and the only way you're going to get passed this is if you confront the problem."
"Yeah, sure Doc. Save it for the guy who beats his wife to death, will ya? Look, Doc, no offence, but this whole thing is bullshit, and if you don't like it, you can get down on your hands and knees and suck my-"
"Ladies and Gentlemen, prisoners of Arkham Prison for the Mentally Rogue. This is Mr. Blank speaking. I have recently bought Arkham Asylum and Blackgate prison and combined them. This was for your benefit as well as mine. You see, there has been a plague on Gotham for far too long. This plague is not you, dear Arkhamites. The plague is the guards that take care of you. The plagues is the pety criminals held at Blackgate prison. The plague is one to which you, my dear friends, are the cure. And I intend to reward you for your service. For each Blackgate prisoner and guard you kill, you will receive “points.” You can use the points to buy back your weapons, your powers and your technology. You can also use these points to get your freedom. Get one million points and you will receive your freedom. This is not a joke. I am prepared to offer you this deal. Happy killings."
The room was silent, save for the clatter when the doctor dropped his clipboard. Jackie stared at the doctor and the prison officer, and they stared back, all three utterly shocked. Jackie was the first one to make a move. He started to approach the two. "Holy shit, we gotta-"
"Get back, Estacado!" Officer Santos warned, drawing her nightstick. "I don't know what sick game is going on here, but you're not taking another step! Turn arouned and put your hands behind your back!" She ordered, removing the cuffs around her waist.
"You gotta be kidding me." Jackie sighed, raising his hands. "Alright, Doll Face, alright. No need to start breaking out the tazers and pepper spray. Christ." Slowly, he turned around, and placed his hands behind his back. Santos pushed him against the wall, and cuffed his wrists. "Kinky. At least buy me dinner first."
"Shut it, Estacado. One more word, and I'm going to beat you-" And, for what seemed to be the millionth time since these two stepped into his cell, there was an interuption. The door flew open. On the other side was a man in a loosened straight jacket, blood stains all over his clothes and face, a bloodied scalpel in his hand. "Get back!" Santos ordered, spinning around, but before she could even use her nightstick, the insane man screamed in a blood curdling pitch, leaping upon the doctor, the scalpel plunging into his neck.
Santos stood, totally stunned as the blood spurted from the doctors neck, all life vanishing from his eyes. "Stay back..." she warned, pointing her nightstick at the crazed inmate. "I mean it. I'll use deadly force if I have too." The inmate stared at her through unfocused blue eyes, a wide slasher smile on his face. "Stop!" she shrieked as he pounced for her.
CRACK! WHUMP!
"Hey now, the lady said back off." Jackie admonished, looking down at the face of the inmate as he held his stomache in pain. "You don't listen so well, do ya, pal?" he asked, kicking the man in the gut again. "What's the matter with you? Coming in here, killing my guests. What kinda host woud I be if I just let ya get away with that?" he asked as he repeatedly kicked the man as he tried to shield his stomache. "Ya know, I don't think you understand the consequences. I take my hospitality very seriously." Jackie continued, throwing a kick at the poor mans balls. "And when people come in and start shanking my guests, I get really pissed off!" The foot came down again, pounding down on the man's throat. He gasped and spluttered, clawing at his neck. "Oops. Did I crush your wind pipe, pal? Sorry about that." The inmate sputtered and gasped and wheezed, but was unable to get air. Jackie merely staired down at him, and after a moment, hocked a loogey on the suffocating man. "Stupid fuck."
Officer Santos stared at the two inmates, still in a state of shock. "Y-you..." she stammered, looking at Jackie. "Y-you saved my life..." she stated, as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Yeah. I'm a nice guy." Jackie replied, before ramming his knee up into her stomache. "Sorry, Toots." he whispered as she fell down to her knees. "But I'm afraid it's time for me to blow this joint, capiche`?" He asked as he knelt down to grab her keys while she clutched at her gut. It didn't take long to undo his cuffs, this wasn't exactly the first time he'd done this. "Listen, Santos." Jackie stated, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Take a moment to breath. Then, I want you to get outta here. Run as fast as you can. Get far away. Go home, kiss your husband, hug your kid, and don't come back. Because if you do, one of us is going to have to die. Good luck, doll face." Standing up, Jackie took one more good kick at the man, and casually strolled out of his cell. "Now where did they put my suit?" he wondered as he strolled down the halls. "Gotta look sharp, big things are about to happen."