01
Sep/2008

by maded

"Do it, Robb Kendall, and you're a F-BOMBING DEAD MAN!" Liam shouted, sweat running down his face and spittle flying from his lips.

I was pressing the barrel of a .45 automatic into the underside of his chin while his goons pointed their own guns at me when he said it.  I smiled at them over his shoulder.

"Fucking crazy-man!" Dashing Matt was saying under his breath, the gun trembling in his hand as he glanced down at the corpse of the man whom I had just killed with a quick u... Read More

01
Aug/2008

by maded

I wasn't sure what exactly I was planning to do once I found Liam Gallagher and his gang.  All I was thinking about, really, was getting Eileen away from them.  Alright, and maybe a little bit of hard love for Vern's face from my fist.  The metal one.

That's the thing about Ranger training.  It taught me flexibility, adaptability.  It taught me to act independently and outside of any plan, much more so than any other military training woul... Read More

16
Jul/2008

by maded

Polly had been kind enough to hire a cab to have dropped me off wherever I would like.  She'd provided me with fresh clothing, of a cut which I was completely unfamiliar but was certain was well beyond my budget..  I would have felt rather out of place walking from the cab and into the neighborhood surrounding my apartment building in Huyton so I'd had the cab drop me in Halewood, which is a bit more upscale.  From the looks I was getting even in Halewood, though, m... Read More

15
Jul/2008

by maded

I awoke, unsure of exactly how I had made it home.  My head was still groggy from the beating.  Rays of sunlight filtered into the room through the yellow drapes.  I raised my cybernaughtic arm up over my eyes, the cool metal shielding me from the piercing sunlight.  But almost as soon as I raised it, I dropped my arm.

I wasn't home. My apartment had no yellow drapes.  My bed didn't have silken sheets in warm, sunny pastels.  As... Read More

14
Jul/2008

by maded

After my time in O'Toole's Pawn, and settling in my newfound companions beneath my bed in the apartment, I set out for Saint Helens to find my sister.  I held a crumpled letter in my hand, peering at the address Eileen had written.  It was worn and faded with the passing of years; I could barely read it.

I came to the place which I had thought the letter was addressed from, and spoke with several of the Rainhill area's residents.  None I spoke with knew of my... Read More