Zeke

Today was great: i went on my longboard (long skateboard) from Maple Ridge to Langley City. its an hour away by bus. Took me 3 hours now my right foot hurts like hell. Then on the way back home I had to tell the bus driver where to go. LOL i knew the 595 bus route better than he did! 😀
When I was on the Golden Ears Bridge, the air smelled like ass because it goes over a sewage treatment place and there's 5 square lakes of septic sludge and shit water. There were even fountains spewing out shit saturated water, and there was a flock of ducks sitting on the shit water just chilling. WTF. stupid ducks. I thought only humans could be that stupid but i was wrong apparently rofl. (no really some ppl do have shit fetishes its nasty).

I just thought this one up like literally a few mins ago when i was taking a crap-

Allright, fine….douche bag. And no I dont eat Stagg Chili-

Wow, seriously, wtf, dude, like ugh I can't even describe just how dumb and lame you really are are by spamming that. 80% of Maple Story players are higher than you on the IQ scale-

*Wolfboy183 shoots stoopidnoob over 9000 times
That's for getting in my imagination.

Here it is

Zeke

8031 200 St, Langley, 45 miles southwest of Kerning City
1:45 PM

An old junky-looking 1980's Honda car pulled into the parking lot of the old decrepit warehouse. The place was owned by a huge brickmaker company, and the building where the bricks and concrete were made was just next door. A thin layer of cloud gave the impression the sky was naturally gray.
The cop car pulled up in front of the warehouse. The engine cut out and the plain-clothed police officer got out.
Officer Zeke Perry, just a low-ranking overtime cop, got out. He surveyed the buildings, lots and mountains of bricks, and slabs of concrete. Today was Saturday and the place was desolate. Perry was sent out here from the Langley City detachment to investigate 'suspicious activity' out here. He sighed as he shivered in the cold breeze. His plaid shirt and T-shirt underneath did nothing to keep the cold air off him. His worn baggy jeans were easily penetrated by the cold.
But, aside from his hidden badge, he looked like a normal guy. It wasn't exactly safe for cops to be going around in uniform no more.

Not knowing what the hell was going on inside, Zeke braced himself as he knocked on the steel door. He had no idea if he was just going in to question the boss of this company or to infiltrate a massive drug ring. It was easy to conceal anything in a concrete block. If it was just to question an owner of a legit company and get the answer that nothing was going on, Zeke could go home to his girlfriend. If not, then he was sent by the KCP as an infiltrator- another tool for the drug ring to use and he would be working for the mob for God knew how friggin' long.

But, Zeke thought as he knocked again, at least they didn't send him to Annville. Annville, he shuddered at the thought, the Restricted Municpality- Kerning City's repository for all the scum in the entire country, ruled by the ruthless, powerful, god-like Danko Sisters; the Witches of the South.
Zeke shuddered again in the cold breeze. It was nearly impossible to imagine the grave crimes and mass murder committed by the Danko Sisters, and even more impossible for one who had beared witness to their crimes. Their dark shadow had once blanketed all of Kerning City- an urban area home to 7.5 million people.

Zeke remembered those days. The cash-strapped, publicly-scorned Kerning City Police was the only thing that held back the tide of evil and crime that threatened to consume the whole city, and the KCP was the only force that not only stood up against the Danko Sisters, but fought them. And won.
Zeke thought back to that day seven years ago. He was in a SWAT team, a low ranking team that was always sent in to do the dirtiest, bloodiest work while higher ranking teams took the credit for what he and his teams did. Zeke and his SWATmates were the first to storm drug labs, the first to fight their way through gauntlets enemies- mobs, drug lords, even corrupt cops. He and his men were the last ones bestowed the warnings to get clear of harms way when a fuel tank exploded, or buildings collapsed.
Zeke and the SWAT team he was in were part of the huge army that then police chief William John Burke mustered and sent to take out the Danko Sisters. He remembered wearing more armor and gear than an imperial storm trooper from Star Wars. Gas masks, portable oxygen tanks and water suction packs. It was like wearing a damn space suit when they went into Annville. It was vicious battle against the Dankos' psychotic fanatic supporters. So many SWATmen lost their lives, but he lived, by sheer coward's luck, and joined the luckier SWAT teams as they stormed the compound residence of the Danko Sisters, shooting up everything around them. The Danko Sisters, all 17 of them, didn't even see it coming, it was the fluke opportunity Chief Burke had to catch the Witches off-guard. He literally threw the entire KCP at them. Thousands of cops stormed that part of Annville. The Danko Sisters fought back and killed a good few hundred cop and SWATmen, but eventually the snipers crippled them, and Zeke was part of the SWAT gang who siezed the golden opportunity to tackle the Sisters to the ground, slap them in cuffs, and blindfold them.

Zeke smiled as he played the bitter sweet memory in his brain. He had stood over one of the Danko Sisters, Coraline Danko, he recalled, 6'2" gothic freak. He had his M16 pointed right at her head, his foot on her back. The other SWATmen tied her up, arms, and legs. She was gagged and blindfolded, and 10 cops carried her out. She had been shot with a dose of tranquilizer and they hauled her to the armored trucks out front. Hundreds of SWATmen had their guns trained on him, his team, and the captive. he knew they were dangerous, no doubt. Most of the Danko Sisters had some form of kinesis- PK- pyro kinesis, TK telekinesis. All sorts of machines and detection equipment were aimed at them, scanning the Witches' bodies. Giant solar-panel like devices were also being used. TK blockers as they were called, they prevented the Danko Sisters from using their powers. If so much as a beep or a buzz from the array of detection instruments, the army of SWATmen would have unleashed a hellstorm of lead on the Danko Sisters. They were on strictest of orders NOT regard the lives of the SWATmen carrying the captives to the armored police trucks.

To Zeke at the time, the scene was surreal and frightening. Sweating inside the suit of armor and heavy riot helmet, Zeke feared for his life, but he dared not flinch. If he did, the thousands of guns pointed at the Danko Sister he and his mates hauled to the druck would have tweaked out and filled them all with bullets. The armoured trucks were giant bulky looking vehicles, nearly the size of tanks, designed and built specially for this occasion.

Zeke's life was secured once all Danko Sisters were chained up and locked away inside the trucks, being carried off to the Bogg- the maximum security prison deep in the mountains. For the months following the capture of the Danko Sisters, he had been in Annville, taking on the horrors and witnessing the atrocities committed by the Danko Sisters. He was in the SWAT force that stormed Annville Acceptance Hospital that the Danko Sisters converted to a hellish cruel research facility. He was in the SWAT army that stormed the refinery where the Danko supporters had been producing Irukanji acid, the single most destructive biochemical weapon known to man- the synthetic equivalent to box jellyfish venom, the most toxic of all animal-produced venoms.
The wrath that the Danko Sisters had planned to unleash on Kerning City.
Following the takedown of the Danko regime in walled-off Annville, the KCP had discovered hundreds of tanks full of Irukanji acid, and they even discovered boxes full of pressurized bombs containing the lethal substance. They had discovered the production and testing labs. Hundreds of cops died horrible gruesome, agonizing, deaths as they stormed the place. The hazmat teams had their hands full, and the SWAT force was permanently stationed here until a way to destroy everything was drummed up. To simply blow up the place would have blanketed the entire region with a cloud of this shit. The burning of the acid would have only produced other deadly substances that would have caused environmental disasters and widespread loss of life.

These were just a pinpoint of what the authorities discovered in the wake of the Danko Sisters' undoing. Zeke recalled having felt so relieved in his entire life when he was ordered out of Anville and resume normal cop duty. Having being affected by what he witnessed, he was expelled from the SWAT and worked as a lowly minimum wage under cover cop. Zeke defied orders to keep quiet and in exchange for good money he and so many others in the KCP came forward and recited their tales of horror to underground media outlets. And soon the nation knew about the disasters. Had the courts intended not to be fair in the Danko trial at all, pressure from everyone should have made the judges think twice as the prosecutors and disgruntled defence lawyers, and jurors crunched over mountains of evidence. A total of 8142 charges were stacked against the Danko Sisters, and since the evidence was so strong, the only real role of the conscripted defence lawyers was to ensure that the Danko Sisters were only convicted on their actual crimes, and cleared of the numerous bogus charges thrown at them- Their role was to prevent the use of foul legal play in the future.

The tragic thing about the entire eight year Danko court saga was that the defence laywers, whose lives were ruined over having to represent Kerning City's most diabolical fiends; were the only men who stood up and did the right thing. They played by the rules and conducted their defense exactly by the book with no tricks. They knew the Dank Sisters were going to be executed for their crimes, and their role in this whole thing was to set an example and prevent future corrupt play in the courtroom. They were the only ones who did it right, and like everyone else, they could not even register the outcome of the trial.

On Saggitarii 4th=5th at the supreme court in Orbis, Judge Mattis B. Pankow was handed a 100% guilty verdict by the jury. Guilty on all 8000+ counts. During that time, the courtroom was silent as the head of the 60-man jury read the counts. The evidence overshadowed any would-be foul attempt by the jury to convict them.

All 15 Danko Sisters were in yellow prison jumpsuits, arms, legs, hands, and feet, bound tightly, blindfolded, faces covered by black sacks, oxygen tanks giving them separated air to breathe, all sat in the long bulletproof glass box. Prison guards and a uniformed SWAT team surrounded the box, facing the judge, in tae-kwon-do positions, G11 assault rifles slung over their backs. A level 200 certified arch mage from Ellinia had his staff at the ready, to weaken the glass box so the guards and SWAT could pump those witches full of lead before they could do anything. Psi block machines surrounded the glass box, beaming rays that stifled any psionic or psychic activity in the defendants. Six large hulking attack dogs stood, barely growling, staring menacingly at the defendants. Records of their dangerous abilities sanction the use of this excessive restraints, and even the constitution had to be tacked with amendments to allow for this.

On the 5th of Saggitarii, after the jury had finished reading out the verdict, the courtroom was silent. It was expected that the judge would do as legally bound and sentence them to immediate death, a fate everyone thought was too merciful but necessary to remove them from society permanently. At the prison, the execution site was already set up, executioners anxiously waiting to terminate this evil.

Judge Pankow called a recess for a week. A week later everybody was in court again, TV cameras were rolling, waiting to broadcast this epic moment. Nationwide, and especially in Kerning was everybody so tense when the news came on and went live to supreme court. It was a thousand times more tense than the overtime period moments before Crosby scored the winning goal for the Canadian hockey team in Vancouver.

Zeke remembered hearing it on the radio on the bus. The driver had turned it up so everyone could hear the fate of the Witches.
at 3:14 PM, Judge Pankow took his seat, and delivered the crushing blow.
"In the last seven years I have presided over the trial of this country's worst criminals. The cancer of Kerning City, the bane of humanity. Treason, mass murder, production of weapons of mass destruction; these terms are nothing but mere labels compared the atrocities committed and to what would have been done had it not been for the reckless takedown by the Kerning City Police; whom I'd dare to call this country's greatest heroes. The men and women who risked, and even sacrificed their lives to bring these horrid witches to justice, and yet had failed to prevent the tragedies that followed in the wake of their capture. It would be my greatest honor, to condemn these witches to the grave-
But, as bound by the law, and weary of the thousands of dirty tricks, actions and inaction by all you scumbag money grubbing lawyers, the law has forced me to do the unthinkable. If I sentenced the convicted to death, I would sealed the crimes of the crooked lawyers and the jury, who all acted in fanatical cynicism to convict. You all are cowards, hiding behind the evidence. The Kerning City Police is reputed with fabricating evidence, and they are as crooked as the criminals they chase after. They spit on their lowlies, whom they refer to as tools. I'll tall you all something, those tools who actually went in and arrested the defendants, followed orders, crooked orders, but they obeyd and peformed their sideward duty not knowing they were doing illegal work. The investigation was hastened, and Chief Burke, the man who ignored all proceedings ordered the capture without so much as a search warrant.

"So, as per the law, I am legally required to deem all evidence as inadmissible and void. Because of the voidity the evidence, I will not permit any appeals or a re-trial. By the power invested in me by the Maple Supreme Court, I hereby ACQUIT THE DANKO SISTERS ON ALL COUNTS, and order their immediate release. SO BE IT!"

As soon as the mallet hit the wood, doors opened and another team of security guards barged in and surrounded the glass box, guns on the other guards.
"Sir, we demand your compliance at this time."
Stunned and shocked by the outcome, the guards stood back as the new team trained guns on them, and unlocked the door the the glass box. The glass panels that formed the box retracted. Keys went in locks, and the Danko Sisters' shackles released and fell to the floor in a series of clanks, followed by headphones and radio devices clipped to their uniforms. The head garbs, blindfolds and gas masks were removed. Guns were trained on the jurors, witnesses, and everyone else in the court.

The psi-block equipment was shut off, and the Danko Sisters stood tall and proud over their victory. They looked around the courtoom with smiles on their faces. They looked up at Judge Pankow and all of them bowed, and shooting the old man a glare of sinister thanks.
Judge Pankow nodded bitterly, hating himself already for having done this, but he knew deep down that the Sisters had commanded his decision. He quickly retreated to his chambers.

People from the jury, and witness stand began shouting obsceneties at them as more security guards came in and hauled them.
Some of the Danko Sisters glared at them with malicious intent.
"Please, ma'am, we must get going. There is a transport waiting in the underground parking lot." the head of the security squad said. Nikka Danko tore into his mind with a dazzling, but deadly psychic claw through eye contact and a distracting smile
"Thank you, Otis, you're most kind." She had instantly pierced into his brain and ever so subtlety had turned him into her mind slave.
"Otis, gather the judge. We want him to come back to Annville with us."
"Yes, milady,"

Judge Pankow's body lay strewn about the floor in the bathroom, a blood puddle expanding out from his head. He had taken a gun from a noob security guard and shot himself dead.

Riots occured, and an atmosphere of despair plagued Kerning City. people watched with dismay on TV as the limousines carrying the Danko Sisters were escorted by a motorcade of military vehicles. The disgruntled Kerning City Police motorbike cops lead and followed the convoy of vehicles were only ordered to as a show of grace.

Within weeks, the Danko Sisters restored their regime and control of Annville. Before the checkpoints along the wall surrounding Annville were close off again, the KCP chief ordered all police out of the city. Now they were rebuilding their empire of drug rings, weapons production, and everybody knew, and feared, that the Danko Sisters were going to strike back with a vengence. Their number one enemy was the Kerning City Police.

A blast of cold air snapped Zeke out of the daydream nightmare, and he quickly remembered where he was. He was at the brick warehouse, and nobody hand answered the steel door he had been knocking on. He looked west. Miles away and just barely visible was the outline of the Annville skyline, giant buildings and empty grandeur. lingering above was the outline of smog. He felt chills running through his body knowing just a bit of the evil rebuilding itself. Zeke looked back at the steel door again and decided to get the hell out of here before it was too late. A lot of under cover cops feared for their lives and usually duck out from infiltration assignments claiming that they couldn't get in, and now that the Danko Sisters were back, pretty much no one actually went through with their assignments.

Zeke had been hearing rumors of cops deserting and fleeing Kerning City. He remembered his chat with a SWAT captain last week at a bar after leading a SWAT team to a meth lab in Woods Bay.
"They are shoving it in our faces harder than ever, this shit about being a man, living up to your duty and serving your city in the name of justice. That's fucking bullshit. We took down the Danko Sisters, and we handed them to a corrupt court and now they're free, all those years of hard, honest work had been thrown back in our faces. All that working as an honest good cops is gonna do is lead you right into the hands of the Danko Sisters. They're out to kills us all. They're out to get revenge, and they will soon grasp all that is corrupted and tainted in this city and use it do destroy everything that we as a police force were once established to protect. We are nothing special to the bigwigs now, and anything we do is nothing. We're not heroes, we're just fodder. Do yourself a favor, son: Get back in your car, go grab your girlfriend or whoever you really care about, load up on supplies, pull all your money out of the bank, and get the hell out of Kerning City while you still can. Break all the speed limits, I don't care just get as far away from here as you possibly can. We've lost this battle, and to fight back will only mean slaughter. It's one thing to never give up but we're past the point that this is not something we can fight and still win. We've had it. I ordered my SWAT team to evacuate. You'd better do the same too. before the shit really spews all over here."

Zeke started the car. He thought of his girlfriend. She wouldn't go. her aunt was sick and she was taking care of her. Zeke didn't know when the Danko Sisters would strike back within the hour, the week or the year. They were just beginning to get close, but Zeke recalled the SWAT captain's advice: sacrifices like that were necessary to preserve one's own safety and life. He felt like a dick, he really did, but remembered dick moves like that had to be taken. He didn't want to be here when the Danko Sisters unleashed their wrath, if she could only understand but didnt. No one understood.

Was there food back at the house?
No. Room mates ate all his food again.
Money in the bank? He had about 25 cents to his name. $40 in his wallet.
Any useful supplies back at the house? like camping gear or anything useful since his car would be his home for God knows how long?
Nope. His cat? Zeke couldn't leave his cat behind. His cat, Herman, had been Zeke's only one good friend in these fucked up years. His only family not to be pumped with lead or be separated by a superior officer's orders. He had to get his cat.

The apartment building in Langley City was run-down, even home to drug dealers and fiends, and other nuts. it was one of those 'charity housing places' where Annville refugees came years ago, all screwed up from the neuro-chemicals they had been exposed to.
Zeke parked his car by the 7Elevin across the street.
On the sixth floor, Zeke's apartment was a shit hole. the guys had partied all night and the place was a mess. The coffee table has completely trashed, and there were dents in the wall. The damage indicated there had been a vicious fight here. The door lock was broken, suggesting cops barged in here and kicked a bunch of people's asses. Pepper-spray vapors lingered in the air.
Zeke went to his room and pulled the paper down from his door. it was a message from the local cops saying his room mates had all been arrested and charged and were in jail now.
Herman mewed as he came over. "Hey, wanna go for a road trip?" Zeke said.
The cat meowed again, brushing up against the corner of the bedside table.
Herman sat in the hood of Zeke's stainless gray sweatshirt as he carried out catfood and freshened litter box and loaded everything useful into the trunk. Cat litter in the back seat, Herman in the front seat; Zeke fired up the car and pulled onto the main road. He followed the long string of freeways and major roads, and in two hours, he was headed north on Victoria Road. He looked out and gazed at Mount Kankoku, knowing it was the last time he'd see the mountain again. Zung Hwang City was on the other side, but Zeke knew that city would be next to under the corruption and tyranny of the Danko Sisters. He stopped at a gas station at the county border, and waited nervously as his tank filled up. He also filled up two large red jugs and placed them in the trunk. Fuck paying for it, he'd need more than he had enough to pay for to drive the 700 mile journey to Ellinia. Zeke thought about what would happen when he was reported AWOL or missing. The authorities elsewhere would have him sent back to Kerning City. Unless he claimed refugee exemption, a move that would void all missing person's reports on him.

As late afternoon turned to dusk, and dusk turned to night, the heavy rain and snow on the road made for scary driving experience. Zeke stuck an old mix tape in the tape deck. He found the tape on the bus in Langley a few years back and found the music to be abstract and soothing. He knew he'd be safe once he claimed refugee exemption, and he'd be able to get a job in Ellinia and save up enough for the flight to Orbis, then to the SEA Lands, then for sure the Danko Sisters would not be able to reach him.

But for now, the treacherous escape journey was still at hand, wind, rain, dark, snow, and uncertainty