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Posted Jun 30, '10 at 9:03pm

jeol

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The story, brought to you by Armorstories, is full of action, dialogue, and shifting chapters (Fun!). It begins with the third to last chapter (chp 21). Hope you like :).

Of Mice and Mouse
Chapter 21

“David, you really think this is the end? You think you’ve won?” George, lying in a bed, turned his head and coughed up blood.
“I don’t think this is the end,” David replied. “This is only the end of the beginning.”
“Wait, I thought you said -“
That’s irrelevant. But what I’m here for is love and trust. I’m no googly-eyed enemy looking for revenge, and revenge alone; nor am I trying to light you on fire for something you did.”
“You you put me here by shooting me in the back and throwing me off a cliff,”
“A seven foot cliff. Besides, you were running, so I was chasing, then Emily shot you” David looked over at Emily, a close friend standing beside him, “and you tripped and fell off the cliff.”
“Have you ever fallen seven feet?”
“I once jumped and parachuted from a helicopter ten feet in the air,”
“…Yeah, well, parachutes don’t count.” “Darn.” George turned and hacked up blood all over the floor. George sighed and softened somewhat. “So what is going to happen now?”
“Who really knows… Emily might go to prison for shooting the king of the world in the back.”
“Hey, you got me into this,” Emily interjected.
“King? King of the world? I was king for like, two days.”
“Hey, that’s a big accomplishment. The biggest thing I ever had control over was a house, until a big mouse named George chased me out with fire.” George smiled at the reference.
“Kinda ironic, don’t you think?”
“About what?”
“How you ended up in my house with a smashed paw. I had to get a doctor,” David added, “And four months later, you still ended up in a bed.”
Suddenly, a young mouse opened the door. “Mister George?”
“Yes?”
“The jury reached a decision.”

 

Posted Jun 30, '10 at 10:06pm

cowmaster1

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This really well written!  I want to read all the chapters leading up this one!  I like it :)

 

Posted Jun 30, '10 at 10:20pm

OperationNilo

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This is a great story! A great addition to ArmorStories!

Can't wait for the next chapter!

 

Posted Jun 30, '10 at 10:38pm

jeol

jeol

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Chapter one now here: Four months ago...

“Irony? You want to talk to me about irony? George spat. David rolled his eyes.
“Look, I’m sorry I broke your paw.”
“Yeah, but… What’s ironic about that?”
“How a month ago I was sitting in that same bed as you with a broken paw?”
“Eh… A for effort kid, I’ll give it to you. But this isn’t a comfortable situation here. Say… I could charge you with assault. You would get a peck of trouble for that.”
Peck. David shivered. The last thing he wanted was some K-9 bug pecking at his flesh. He put that behind him though. “You haven’t yet, though, so I’m scratching my head over why we haven’t dealt with this.”
“Oh you want a bug to come sniffing around? Would that make you feel better?”
“It might,” David retorted sarcastically.
George stood up from the bed. He was a big mouse, with black fur and brown smudges all over. “You owe me a perfectly good paw.” He stepped so close their beady eyes almost touched. “I will be back.”
“Well, that’s nice to know.”
A few moments later, David watched as a Whistler drove off into the night. Suddenly, everything was silent except the fly, darting around its cage. It was more active than usual, but then David realized that it didn’t have any food. David grabbed an old banana peel and threw it in the cage. The fly enjoyed a small feast.
David sat down at the table and thought. He needed to find someone, a friend. And, preferably, a 9-mm, or any weapon. He knew George was going to do something crazy.
*****
David stepped to the curb. It was hard to tell who to trust these days. In his hand he held 350 credits. That would be enough to buy a high-end car, but you never could tell what you can get. A car would probably work just as well as a gun. He stepped up to a house and rang the doorbell.
He had made several mistakes in the past. This might have been the biggest one yet. He realized that he might as well step in front of a car then rang a gang’s doorbell looking for a weapon. At least he had a name for handy reference.
The door cracked open. “Whaddaya want?”
“I’m here for a deal.”
The big mouse looked behind him. “No appointment. You got a reference?”
“Louis.”
The mouse nodded his head. “I know him,”
The big mouse stepped aside to let him in. “This way,” he said.
He was sat down in front of a mouse that looked like he could kill you with the littlest nail on his paw. Not that he would care a thing about you.
“What you here for?”
“I’m looking for a... weapon.”
“What kind? I mean, we have a couple cars, if you like.”
“Anything from a 9-mm to a shotgun. I got 350.”
The mouse " Louis said his name was Shane " ‘s eyebrows went up. “Throw in twenty-five and I could see it you have both.”
David paused. A year ago he could have probably gotten them for have the price, but since ULC had restricted the public from owning guns, it was that much harder to get your hands on some hardware. That got him thinking " why aren’t clothing stores called Softwear stores? “Tough times?”
“You know how the United Lands passed that law banning firearms from the public? Plus, the name gives a discount…” Shane shivered. David decided to stay out of that.
“So what gives?”
“400, with the discount, maybe 375.”
David sighed and pulled out an extra 25 credits. Shane raised his eyebrows. “That’s alota yeast in the dough, there,”
“Just trying to go my own way,”
*****
David stepped outside. He was amazed at the amount of huff in the puff, but who would know. He slipped down an alley to avoid a police cruiser. You put a boost in your step, then you have to work twice as hard to bring it back again. Bother.
The walk back was long and troublesome, there being an accident a block from his house. That meant police. Finally taking the last turn, he ended up in front of his house that suddenly burst into flames.

 

Posted Jun 30, '10 at 10:46pm

CommanderDude7

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I like how you began near the end and then showed us the first chapter. I have a feeling this is going to be a good one. Congrats!

 

Posted Jun 30, '10 at 11:31pm

Cinna

Cinna

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Mm well written

 

Posted Jul 1, '10 at 1:55pm

jeol

jeol

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Chapter two entitled: Arson!
George was in a good mood. He knew it wouldn't last for long, as revenge goes. It would go until one of them died, either
killing each other or no. He thought. Maybe it would be to his advantage to become king of the world. Hey, that was an
idea. Then he wondered: Where did this all start?
David and George grew up as childhood friends. Then two years later (childhood lasts for two years, then fewagers one year,
young adult two years, then adult mouse three years, though usually not making it that long, and then senior and death),
David stole his pen. From there, it went on to George making him pay it back plus interest (one credit, which was a
ripoff), then George ransomed David's bike and broke his paw in the process. He thought David was playing as if it were all
over from then. After that, David broke George's paw, and in return, George burned down David's house. His conscience got
to him: he asked himself, "Isn't this going to the extremes, here?" He paused. "nah."
Hah. David went out looking for a weapon or two, so George heard, and now he had practically called the police on him. Take
that, loser.
After burning down David's house, George went through the forest leading up to David's house. He had parked his car in the
middle of the woods. Yup. Proud owner of a 4x4, dubbed the Whistler. George sudden'y tripped on a root. Gah. He fell right
onto his broken yet bandaged paw. Ouch. He should probably watch where he stepped.
Finally George came into sight of the 4x4. He tried to get up to the driver's seat on his first try, but fell back down due
to his stubby legs. Arr. Why are mice born with short legs? And then there's the tail.He had to make sure that his tail was
completely in the car before he drove off, back to civilization.
* * * * *
David grabbed onto the branch of a nearby tree. No. Not now. Please not now. He watched as a neighbor stepped outside, saw
the flames and then ran up the street towards where the accident occurred. Like a good neighbor, Landis is there.
David thought of his fly, a gift from his parents a few months back. It was a beautiful fly, full of color; if you tried
hard enough, you could get it to buzz at you. A rare specimen.
All of the sudden, a word sneaked into his brain: hardware. Not like hard clothes (metal maybe? What's hard...), but that
he had a 9-mm and a shotgun right up his sleeve. Garr. Who could've done this? George was the one and only name that
entered his mind, but no. That couldn't have been. A broken paw with a big jump to arson? That was fast. He wondered what
would've happened if he had burned George's house down first, after, how long was it, three years? He shoke his head. C'mon
David. Why are you thinking this? Get that out of your head boy, or I'll... Burn down your house.
One of the worst things you can do to a mouse is burn down their house. A house is a mouse's life. It has a fly in it, from
the mouse's parents. It is the mouse's shelter, their castle. A place to rest their head. And a way to get him caught for
owning guns.
For some reason, the crime of arson is the third most punishable crime. The first two are, number two, mass murder, and,
number one, robbing a casino or bank vault, or anything that holds value over 1,000 credits. Who knows why.  His idea was
that the United Lands government was getting more corrupt every election.
He had heard a rumor that there were 5,786,000 some government jobs, while there were 47,690,000 some privately-owned-
company jobs out there (mostly of big companies) with 18% unemployment - of those who reported it. That was still about
67,000,000 mice, and he heard that a third of the population did not report their unemployment or not. The last census
taken said that there were 102,984,235 mice in the UL. George thought. That sounded about right.
"Now, the greater issue," he said to himself. The police were on their way, and he had a couple of guns stashed up his
sleeve. He had to run. And, preferably, find another mouse to help him on his journey. He was told about someone who was
witty, strong, and what other word did they use? Beautiful? "A deadly mouse," they said, not specifying male or female. He
prayed that it would not be a male - that would be a little weird. Now. To find the mouse. Their instructions were to go
down to the Senator's office, to the lab downstairs (he couldn't help but wonder why there was a labratory in a senator's
office?) and also noted that the mouse would be waiting.
David walked down the street toward downtown. Past the siren, just keep your head down. He passed a great number of stores,
finally ending up before a big building with a sign out front that read, "Senator George's office". It was a wonder he was
still senator.

 

Posted Jul 1, '10 at 2:34pm

CommanderDude7

CommanderDude7

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The fight between George and David is heating up. lol

 

Posted Jul 1, '10 at 10:16pm

jeol

jeol

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Chapter three is entitled, Emily
Emily had been up all night working. Her instructions were to find a steroid that’s not addicting, but will boost the takers speed and strength. She wondered if George had trouble thinking of what his own employee should do. She felt ready to quit. The senator had hired three helpers and two testers. Rumor had it that George became afraid when he saw the job sector go south, so he quickly hired as many people as possible to cover it up. That is, he works for the government, creating jobs in the government. Someone tried to tell him that the money they get literally comes out of their own pockets, that the money received comes from the taxpayer’s wallet, but George shooed him off. Almost fired him, but of course he wouldn’t do that. Emily also had heard that currently the job sector was about 30,000 more government jobs per quarter and 20,000 more privately-owned-company jobs per third. Emily sighed. The economy of the United Lands was ready to crash.
Then, she almost complained that her helpers were receiving the same income as her, though they were only in for a few hours per week. And George wanted the project in by the end of the year. Haha, yeah right, that’ll happen. She always had to remind herself to be brave. That is, socially. She was big even for a female mouse. She could be strong. And then, a lot of people are afraid of her; not much talking goes around her head. But there were a few in high positions, the term is ‘antifeminist’, that would push her aside.
Suddenly a voice sounded behind her. He sounded... Slightly, say, scared? “Are you the mouse in the lab I would be looking for?”
“Mm, yes, I believe that would be me,” she replied. “seeing that I am the only one in the lab for most of the week,”
The tired looking mouse found firm ground. “Well, if you want to quit this, ... I have a job for you, though chances are you won’t get paid,”
“Just so long as it isn’t a government job, yes?”
“So, like, you’re ready now?”
* * * * *
Emily handed her keys to David and they drove off, only a couple of hours until dawn.
“So, what’s this job for?” Emily asked.
“Personal security,”
“Sounds like every job I ever had,”
“Well, Senator George has a knack for revenge. I steal his pen, he ransoms my bike, he breaks my paw, I break his paw, he burns my house down. I don’t know about you, but burning down someone’s house because he broke your paw? It doesn’t fit...”
“Knowing revenge, it will probably go until one of you dies. But, question, why would he still be in office if he burnt down your house?”
“Well, I suspect that it still is burning. At least, it had just started when I left,”
“So what is your next course of action?”
David jerked the wheel to avoid a collapsed tree. “I’m not quite sure myself,”
“Sleep might help... My house, next exit.”
* * * * *
George was excited. The cool thing about being a senator is that you can get access to things normally not allowed. One was a program that tracked cell phones, only open to the government and private security companies. It was all on a touchscreen phone that he would play with all day, if not for things like making jobs. But the best app he found was called revenge, which he had been using for basically his entire life. Ahh... Sweet, sweet revenge.
He pressed the ignition button on his Whistler and the tracker on his phone led toward a small town called ‘Copperfield’. How ironic. Seeking revenge on David, and then there was Emily, he recalled who was down in the lab. Good thing David didn’t know about her, otherwise he would be toast.
George stopped at an intersection, just outside of Copperfield. David had 18 hours left before the app ‘revenge’ left his phone ringing.

 

Posted Jul 2, '10 at 9:30pm

jeol

jeol

3,565 posts

I need another character. What's his or her name? ...

 
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