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stormdracona@-@ Wheeee. I really need to get the ADD in control here =P All I wanna write is the action an the rest is borin to me(though reading it in other fics isn't but BLAH time consumin to write x.c)then I go do other stuff like other action scenes ~laughs~
This is KR/TKR fragment from my AU whenever I get to put it somewhere.^^;; it jus popped into my head so I wrote it an thought I'd share.
Michael stared down his nose at the barrel of the weapon aimed at his face. While keeping a firm grip on his own gun aimed at his opponents face. He kept his other hand pressed against his still bleeding side, the crimson flowed between his fingers to be washed off by the rain. If he didn't get out of here soon he'd bleed to death.
And Kitt wasn't around to help him. He was in trouble as well. The rain continued to pelt around the two men, locked in thier deadly stalemate, the steady pitter patter the only other sound then the men's breathing. A puff of frosty air billowed from Michael's mouth as he spoke. His voice tired from the stress he's been put under.
"Seems we're in a bit of a stalemate."
"You'd like me to think that wouldn't you Knight? I know for a fact that your helpless." Michael blinked a bit startled at the cocky tone, was he being toyed with?
"What makes you so sure?" Michael raised an eyebrow at the Jameson, inwardly starting to lose confidence.
"...Because, Knight, that gun isn't loaded. That's a .38 special 6 shots total. You already used them up." The smart ass tone to Jameson's voice said it all. He'd won.
Michael Knight was going to die. Cocking the gun, the tip barely an inch from Michael's nose he smirked.
"You proved a challenge, especially that partner of yours. To bad he can't save you no-" He was cut off as a roar of an engine shattered the air. A black blur appeared, slamming through the back wall of the parking lot. Jameson froze as pieces of debris flew everywhere, also bouncing off the black hood harmlessly. Before Jameson caught his wits to fire, he was hit by the enraged AI. He landed several feet away boneless to the ground, barely breathing. Michael stood stock still and stared at the black car, not recognizing it.
It wasn't Kitt that much he knew. An all he could do was stand there as it rolled towards him an stopped a couple of inches from his shins.
__________
Well looks like you get to meet one of my homemade characters ~pets the black car~XD
If any of ya read this what ya think? ^^
~goes off to write more, probably normal KR now~ =3
This is KR/TKR fragment from my AU whenever I get to put it somewhere.^^;; it jus popped into my head so I wrote it an thought I'd share.
Michael stared down his nose at the barrel of the weapon aimed at his face. While keeping a firm grip on his own gun aimed at his opponents face. He kept his other hand pressed against his still bleeding side, the crimson flowed between his fingers to be washed off by the rain. If he didn't get out of here soon he'd bleed to death.
And Kitt wasn't around to help him. He was in trouble as well. The rain continued to pelt around the two men, locked in thier deadly stalemate, the steady pitter patter the only other sound then the men's breathing. A puff of frosty air billowed from Michael's mouth as he spoke. His voice tired from the stress he's been put under.
"Seems we're in a bit of a stalemate."
"You'd like me to think that wouldn't you Knight? I know for a fact that your helpless." Michael blinked a bit startled at the cocky tone, was he being toyed with?
"What makes you so sure?" Michael raised an eyebrow at the Jameson, inwardly starting to lose confidence.
"...Because, Knight, that gun isn't loaded. That's a .38 special 6 shots total. You already used them up." The smart ass tone to Jameson's voice said it all. He'd won.
Michael Knight was going to die. Cocking the gun, the tip barely an inch from Michael's nose he smirked.
"You proved a challenge, especially that partner of yours. To bad he can't save you no-" He was cut off as a roar of an engine shattered the air. A black blur appeared, slamming through the back wall of the parking lot. Jameson froze as pieces of debris flew everywhere, also bouncing off the black hood harmlessly. Before Jameson caught his wits to fire, he was hit by the enraged AI. He landed several feet away boneless to the ground, barely breathing. Michael stood stock still and stared at the black car, not recognizing it.
It wasn't Kitt that much he knew. An all he could do was stand there as it rolled towards him an stopped a couple of inches from his shins.
__________
Well looks like you get to meet one of my homemade characters ~pets the black car~XD
If any of ya read this what ya think? ^^
~goes off to write more, probably normal KR now~ =3
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