Post by Jeremiah Sykes on May 13, 2009 23:08:47 GMT -5
A slight shift in tact for the young Jeremiah Sykes.
He stood atop the main school building, looking out across the vast city and watching as the sun tucked inself neatly behind a knot of hills, the cityscape to the right. It was warm despite the hour, his white dress shirt fluttering in the wind. Jeremiah was having a strange change of moods lately, growing accustomed to his new home, perhaps. He wore white jeans, and was clean shaven, a stark contrast from his Leather and boots. He took a deep breath, his lungs filling with the clear californian air. Behind him stood a student, a large bandana on his head. Or at least, he played like he was a student. Jeremiah knew that he was the sun of the man whom he had gone away to speak to, and now he was recieving the answer he had sought. He even dressed for the occassion.
"Jeremiah Sykes, i bring word from my father."
'Yeah, no shit. Thats why im here dumb fuck.'
"And?"
Jeremy kept his voice calm and cool, though inside he was slightly nervous. If this man didnt accept his offer, he didnt know what he would do. The guy wouldnt quit bothering him- constantly sending pions to attack him, to kill him, to bring him back. It was always a new situation. If he could just finish this one thing, perhaps he could live a normal life. Without the depression, the constant state of awareness, without the-
"He accepts."
The knot came undone inside as his mental smile broke into a large chuckling laugh, though externally, he kept things collected.
"My father and his entire organization will turn themselves into the police and break out of prison six months from now. Theyre names will peak to the top of the most wanted list, making it nearly impossible for them to appear in the states. After that, they will depart over-seas and never set foot in this country, and will never send anyone after you or anybody you know or care for as long as you live."
Jeremiah nodded.
"In exchange, my father expects to see one hundred and eighty six billion, nine hundred and ninety five million American United States currency deposited into his account." The boy grinned. "You know my father has never broken a promise, even to you."
He nodded and stepped forward, holding his hand out to the young Sykes.
"If these terms are acceptable, shake my hand, and we will walk from your life forever."
Jeremiah look at it for a long moment, stepped forward, and smiled, shaking the hand. He gave over a suitcase that held the account number that the money would be withdrawn from. The man left, Jeremiah turned and looked back to the room, laughter coming to his lips. He thought it funny that this man thought he would make such a bargain. He would give over the money if it were only about him, but it wasn't. It was about her. And how he killed her. Inside that safe was NOT the account number as he said previously, but a mini scatter shrapnel bomb. Once opened, ten thousand tiny grenades would explode outward an entire block, then explode again, destroying everything.
If he knew anything at all, that man would open it right outside his house on the hood of his car- then he would truly be free.
He looked to the wind and the sunset, smiling like a kid, his shirt ruffling gently in the breeze.
He stood atop the main school building, looking out across the vast city and watching as the sun tucked inself neatly behind a knot of hills, the cityscape to the right. It was warm despite the hour, his white dress shirt fluttering in the wind. Jeremiah was having a strange change of moods lately, growing accustomed to his new home, perhaps. He wore white jeans, and was clean shaven, a stark contrast from his Leather and boots. He took a deep breath, his lungs filling with the clear californian air. Behind him stood a student, a large bandana on his head. Or at least, he played like he was a student. Jeremiah knew that he was the sun of the man whom he had gone away to speak to, and now he was recieving the answer he had sought. He even dressed for the occassion.
"Jeremiah Sykes, i bring word from my father."
'Yeah, no shit. Thats why im here dumb fuck.'
"And?"
Jeremy kept his voice calm and cool, though inside he was slightly nervous. If this man didnt accept his offer, he didnt know what he would do. The guy wouldnt quit bothering him- constantly sending pions to attack him, to kill him, to bring him back. It was always a new situation. If he could just finish this one thing, perhaps he could live a normal life. Without the depression, the constant state of awareness, without the-
"He accepts."
The knot came undone inside as his mental smile broke into a large chuckling laugh, though externally, he kept things collected.
"My father and his entire organization will turn themselves into the police and break out of prison six months from now. Theyre names will peak to the top of the most wanted list, making it nearly impossible for them to appear in the states. After that, they will depart over-seas and never set foot in this country, and will never send anyone after you or anybody you know or care for as long as you live."
Jeremiah nodded.
"In exchange, my father expects to see one hundred and eighty six billion, nine hundred and ninety five million American United States currency deposited into his account." The boy grinned. "You know my father has never broken a promise, even to you."
He nodded and stepped forward, holding his hand out to the young Sykes.
"If these terms are acceptable, shake my hand, and we will walk from your life forever."
Jeremiah look at it for a long moment, stepped forward, and smiled, shaking the hand. He gave over a suitcase that held the account number that the money would be withdrawn from. The man left, Jeremiah turned and looked back to the room, laughter coming to his lips. He thought it funny that this man thought he would make such a bargain. He would give over the money if it were only about him, but it wasn't. It was about her. And how he killed her. Inside that safe was NOT the account number as he said previously, but a mini scatter shrapnel bomb. Once opened, ten thousand tiny grenades would explode outward an entire block, then explode again, destroying everything.
If he knew anything at all, that man would open it right outside his house on the hood of his car- then he would truly be free.
He looked to the wind and the sunset, smiling like a kid, his shirt ruffling gently in the breeze.
