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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 3:39 pm    Post subject: Heavy Metal - Chapter 11: Indestructible  

Heavy Metal
Chapter 11
Indestructible


Emergency sirens shrieked across the long desert highway, racing towards the Las Vegas lights that cast a golden glow across the early morning sky in the distance. Among a cadre of flashing red and blue police cruisers, an ambulance rushed forward as fast as the winding road would allow. Occasionally, it struck a rut or a hard turn that violently tossed around medical equipment and staff in its holding bay.

Though the rocking threatened violent sea sickness upon the gathered police and paramedics, the beast within seemed completely oblivious to the tilts and shifts in the ambulance cabin.

There, splayed out across a gurney that was stressed to its maximum weight limit and beyond, a giant of a man twitched and convulsed, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His lips gibbered unintelligible whispers through chattering teeth, and his arms randomly flailed out, crashing destructively through whatever they encountered. His legs occasionally jerked, effortlessly freeing themselves of his velcro restraints.

Four policemen, the strongest among those whom had responded to the call to pursue the airport thieves, were gathered there, struggling to hold the behemoth down. But with each involuntary twitch of the giant’s muscles, one would fly into the side of the ambulance, crushing and smashing through valuable medical supplies in the process.

“We’re lucky he’s not fully awake for this,” a burly officer howled as he picked himself up from an impact with the rear door hatch. He was quite certain he’d heard the latch crack upon impact, though he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t just his spine.

“He’s still a little too awake for my tastes,” said another thick officer with a nasally quality in his voice as he nursed his broken nose.

“I’ve got it!” shouted a youthful female paramedic with long wavy hair casting about in the shifting compartment. They all looked up to see an oversized hypodermic needle she held overhead triumphantly. For minutes now she’d been rummaging through a busted metal case with the term ‘Veterinary Supplies’ etched across its now dented facing.

“What are you waiting fo… ulp,” shouted an officer just before his head disappeared above, with but a twitch of the wrist, thrust through the sheet metal ceiling like a pick through stone.

Lunging forward, the paramedic stabbed the thick needle at the giant’s nearest jugular vein as it pulsed and throbbed visibly up his neck.

“Horse tranquilizer oughta do the… wha?” Her words were cut off in confusion as she held the needle up for all to see. The strongest, most solid steel hypodermic onboard had bent back from the skin like a straw pushed against the side of a tank.

All gazed in awe and horror. The beast twitched once more, tossing the paramedic into the medical racks behind her. She crumpled to the floor, blood oozing through now matted hair.

~

Deep inside the mind of the giant, the man now known as the Bouncer continued to observe his every moment until this day.

He stood there, like a ghostly shadow, watching from the corner of a medical lab as his younger self, just released from prison under military contract, lay strapped to an operating table in the center of the chamber.

Look at me lyin’ there, all weak and pathetic, broken and torn, the ghostly goliath mused, I suppose that was the last time the world would ever see me that way. A pleasant thought, really. How could I have ever chosen any other path here? Why would I have ever wanted to?

As a man who knew what blessing the device would bring, he didn’t even flinch as the contraption overhead was lowered by the medical staff.

The same could not be said for the younger Tyrone, who squirmed against his restraints, his eyes bulging in terror as he looked up at the device. Perhaps a thousand or more razor sharp needles gleamed in the lab lights, each one threatening to soon plunge deep into his flesh, at every measurable interval across his body.

“Keep in mind ya signed on for this,” noted a gruff old wolf of a man in military uniform next to Tyrone’s bed. “I realize you’re probably regrettin’ that decision right about now but if this works, you’re gonna be as close to ‘free’ as you can possibly be considerin’ your current legal complications.”

The boy whimpered as the needles edged in closer, held up only by a few last minute calibration checks. Military medical scientists hovered around taking measurements and readings on all manner of panels and devices lining the walls of the surgery room.

“Don’t worry,” the General placed a thick palm on the boy’s shoulder. “We’ve only had three fatalities so far. The rest of our attempts have just simply failed in one way or another. But I really think they’re startin’ ta’ get the hang of it now. An’ besides,” he paused for a toothy grin, “If it fails an’ ya’ survive, the contract says ya’ get to be released on a medical discharge. After some further tests of course… but hell, yer freedom’s worth it ain’t it? Y’know… men’ve died for your freedom.”

The boy seemed to absorb the General’s words, but whether they inspired confidence or stripped it, only the elder Tyrone standing nearby like an invisible wraith would really know. He recalled that the idea of this release was enough to keep him still as the needles continued their gradual descent.

Leaning in to look more closely at the contraption, the Bouncer considered how he never really fully understood what it was they were doing to him. Some sort of gene/chemical therapy program designed to heal and bolster his body was really the only point he’d understood about it all. But as he pondered this turning point in his life, he realized there was much more to the story that he’d never explored.

Could the process that made him this way be duplicated, he wondered? Has the Army been developing whole units of ‘Bouncers’ since? He’d always figured it was the Dark Man’s deal that had made things work out like this, but surely there had to be more to the story by now. Surely the Army hadn’t given up on this line of research just because he hadn’t quite… worked out as planned.

Above each needle on the device was affixed a glass tube filled with a bubbling, clear liquid. From some of the hypodermic ends, droplets fell to his younger self’s skin. He recalled it felt no different than drizzling raindrops at the time.

“N-now b-b-be still,” instructed the lead bioengineer as he peered down at Tyrone through such thick spectacles that his eyes appeared larger than his face.

“W-Once the n-needles drop d-d-down, any m-movements m-might c-cut you severely. And we w-wouldn’t want th-them t-to m-m-miss their t-targets w-would we? They m-must hit spe-spe-spec-ific sp-spots on your b-body or this might n-not work t-too well.”

“GodDAMMIT, Sam, quit freakin’ the kid out!” hollered the General. Turning back to Tyrone he gently squeezed the boy’s shoulder, “Ignore Doctor Link, kid. Just because he can’t talk straight don’t mean he’s not brilliant all the same. Just lay there still and show the discipline the goddammed army expects of its soldiers. You can do that for me, can’tcha?” General Sternheim watched for the boy’s reply as he took a step back to avoid the descending needles.

Tyrone nodded with a couple brief jerks through clenched jaw, shutting his eyes and wincing as the needles graced his skin ever so gently. He went stiff as a stone as a particularly vicious pair of needles softly pressed down against his eyelids.

Sam waddled over to adjust a few needle positions on the device, completely unaware of the enormous ghost watching over his shoulder. “The-There we go,” he declared after a few agonizing moments that seemed like the passing of days to the young man on the table. Stepping back, Sam waved to those controlling the apparatus remotely from computer panels on the wall, giving them the go ahead.

As the needles shot down, the room filled with a hair-whitening soulful wail, screams of agony that gradually deepened to a thunderous roar.

~

As the sirens arrived at Valley Medical Center, the ambulance screeched to a halt in the emergency ward. Soon after, squads of SWAT teams surrounded the vehicle, all manner of crowd control weaponry from blinding laser weapons to teargas canisters to heat rays and high-powered rifles were aimed at the rear hatch, while heavily armored agents tore open the twisted doors with Jaws of Life.

One burley officer limped out of the cabin, bloodied and battered, his arm twisted behind him limply hanging from his torn shoulder. “I think most of them are still alive, but may not be for long if we let them bleed to death,” he said, the words painfully thrust from his lips.

Any response was suddenly drowned out by a bellowing shout of pain from the giant within, blasting a nearly visible wave of sound to ripple through the gathered assembly of SWAT officers and EMTs. Many would later report that they could feel the explosive rumble rattle the lungs in their chests. The glass doors of the Emergency Room entrance just yards away shattered across the linoleum floor of the entryway, cascading out across the concrete approach.

“Get him inside and shackle him down with steel restraints, hell, chain him down and make sure it’s on the most solid surface you can find” shouted the SWAT commander! “Security first, then we’ll figure out what’s wrong with him!”

“Sir,” interrupted a communications sergeant offering out a sturdy, yet perhaps outdated, field phone. “We’ve got the FBI on the line. They’ve assured me it’s urgent.”

Casting a glance back at the gurney being pulled out by a chain, its monstrous resident along with it, the commander nodded, muttering, “I’ll bet it is,” as he reached for the phone.

~

A calm descended upon the operating room as the needles retracted from the boy’s flesh and slowly rose back to their perch near the ceiling. The liquid canisters had emptied themselves into the blood, the muscles, the bone, every organ in the boy now churning, twisting, growing, reshaping anew.

The screams had died down now and left in their place was a huge, imposing figure which had already begun to overgrow the length and width of the hospital bed it lay upon. Muscles bulged as the hospital gown shredded away from the expanding girth of the young man’s body.

“I… I Th-think it’s working!” Sam hissed in excitement.

All everyone gathered there could do was watch, in fascination, as the broken boy silently expanded into a monstrous mass of might and power, the only sound made being the stretching of his skin, like leather being pulled to the brink.

Even the General took a step back, wide eyed in anticipation.

~

“He seems to have calmed down significantly,” a white gowned doctor stated as he took a step forwards towards the beast on the slab. While medical supplies weren’t as advanced in the morgue, the tables were made of stone slabs, which made them ideal for use in holding up this giant.

The Doctor approached with a rag in hand and held it to the dark man’s nose. After a few moments, the Doctor shrugged. “The ether doesn’t seem to have any effect either. And as we’ve seen, we don’t have any needles that can work against him. I shall try administering some drugs to him orally,” he stated as he walked back to a shelf.

It was rare to have so many SWAT agents filling the morgue hall, weapons trained on the beast, each man among them casting shifty glances at each other through their dark visors.

As the Doctor returned with a bottle of pills in hand, the giant shifted.

~

In a sudden, explosive burst of violent fury, the massive young boy on the table suddenly regained consciousness and lunged into action! Leaping to his feat he looked the image of a carnivorous ape, savagery gleaming in his eyes as they flashed a brief crimson glow across the gathered military scientists and officers.

Bellowing an angry roar that echoed throughout the operating room, the behemoth reached up and grabbed the device overhead, and, like some sort of wild animal, tore the apparatus from the ceiling, hurling it across the room to smash into a computer panel against the wall in a shower of sparks.

“Take him down!” yelled the General as the camouflaged guards at the door hefted their weapons, firing thick darts at the enraged giant. They harmlessly deflected off the man’s flesh, falling back to the ground at the feet of the soldiers who shot them. The soldiers cast each other a quick glance and a shrug.

Meanwhile the beast leapt down to tower menacingly over the General. Snarling, he struck downward with a meaty fist, the full weight of the monster’s shoulder behind the blow.

Sternheim narrowly avoided the strike, rolling to the side as the fist smashed through the technological panel behind him, wires flailing, sparks flying.

Turning, the newly enhanced Tyrone reached out and tore the table from the bolts affixing it to the concrete floor beneath. He began swinging it around like an oversized baseball bat, smashing the lab to bits as scientists scattered in a mad panic.

“Use lethal weapons! Bring this bad-boy DOWN NOW!” the General hollered at the guards. In response, they switched their weapons to bullet-fire and let loose a hailstorm of lead at the beast.

Stupid son’s of bitches, the ghostly elder Tyrone mused as he watched with a wry smile on his lips. He hadn’t remembered much of this scene. It had all been a red haze until now.

The bullets struck the enraged beast, deflecting all about the room, gouging deep etches into concrete walls and destroying what was left of the medical equipment, screens bursting into shards of glass.

General Sternheim felt a sting in his shoulder as one of the errant bullets ripped a path through his flesh. The room had filled with noxious gas and deadly sparking wires so he’d dropped to his hands and knees to crawl out towards the door. After witnessing the futility of the gunfire, he holstered the pistol he’d drawn.

Nearing the exit, he crawled over the guards bleeding across the floor from return fire. No need to feel for a pulse. A hole in the forehead and the slime of escaped brain made it clear there was no life left in either of them.

As soon as the General reached the door, however, the whole wall the door was mounted in crumbled to pieces as the giant man leapt through the structure itself, bounding out into the hallway in a frenzied rage.

Sternheim could do little but watch as the giant tore down the hallway, literally, smashing it to bits on each side, punching the walls with each step, shattering the stone in sprays of gravel and shrapnel.

With trembling hand, he reached down, grabbed a walkie-talkie from his belt and brought it to his lips, “Houston,” he radioed, “We have a problem.”

~

The Doctor’s head lay limply from his shoulders, hanging down behind his back at an awkwardly impossible angle as his body propped up against a nearby shelf rack.

Bullet holes littered the walls of the morgue, some having struck other corpses and sending their dead bodies to sprawl across the floors next to the slabs they previously lay upon.

The SWAT team nursed some of their injured as they regrouped in the hall outside the morgue.

“What the hell happened in there?!” Cried the SWAT commander as he strode rapidly down the hall to where he’d heard the gunfire echoing down the corridor.

“The guy seemed to wake up for a moment,” one of the SWAT officers reported quickly and professionally, “He broke the Doctor’s neck and smashed the slab we had him on. The chains tore away from him like paper, Sir. We fired on him but the bullets just bounced back, injuring more than a few of us. I,” he rubbed at his chest, “was saved by my flak vest.”

“Where is he now?” the SWAT commander asked hastily, as if that should have been the first thing to mention.

“Inside, Sir. He must not have really awoken because he now lies in the middle of the room convulsing again.”

A rumble in the hall indicated the giant’s most recent twitch.

“You have the door sealed then?” the Commander stated more than asked as he looked through a narrow window into the morgue to survey the damage that had been done.

“Of course Sir. But, if I may speak frankly sir,” the Sergeant awaited reply. Upon receiving a nod, he continued, “I doubt this door would mean much to that… man in there.” He spat the word.

Nodding, with a hand to his chin, the Commander seemed to be pondering. Eventually, after another few vibrations rumbled through the floor and the narrow window developed a crack, the Commander stated, “The military will be here soon. This is their ‘creation’ apparently. I can only hope they will have an idea of how to deal with this thing better than we can. In the meantime, be ready with the teargas and heat rays. I can’t think anything else may prove at all effective.”

~

Apache helicopters launched from the Groom Lake facility airport, in pursuit of the creature that had just laid waste to much of the facility in its murderous escape. The goliath had torn through stone and steel, leaping up through ceilings to climb the levels to the exterior of the research bunker. No manner of gunfire had slowed the giant; no grenades phased it, causing more damage to the environs around the blasts than they had to the behemoth.

One soldier would later report that he was quite certain he had struck the rampaging man in the eye, only to witness, in dismay, as the bullet ricocheted off into his nearby battle partner.

Once the beast had reached the scorching light of day under the desert sun, he had turned and leapt, bouncing across the desert sands in increased arcs until his speed had reached an enormous velocity, the arcs clearing hundreds of yards into the air.

But the Apaches were fast, faster than one might expect of such a machine, being the product of a new propulsion system under an advanced stage of development. Within moments they caught up to the creature as the monster neared civilization beyond the hills.

In the distance, back at the base, stealth bombers prepared for takeoff.

Missiles were launched and the desert blazed into a fiery conflagration, visible from miles away. The fireballs leapt into the sky, concealing the desert floor where the bouncing man had last been seen, only to part just in time to reveal the monster flying straight at the cockpit of the central Apache.

Steel rent under the grip of the beast as it landed on and tore the craft in half, throwing each half at the other Apache, the terrible impacts sending each to an explosive end across the desert below.

Once the behemoth fell to the ground, it resumed its lunging passage towards society beyond.

Roars of jet engines streaked across the sky overhead and the ground beneath the beast’s feet lit up once more, this time exponentially more incineratingly violent than before.

Nevertheless, the flames did not impede the man, nor did the direct missile hit that slammed into his backside, only to be flung back at the craft that fired it, the pilot narrowly dodging the returning projectile before it exploded into flames behind the Stealth.

The refugee wondered if they would bring nukes soon, wondered if such a blast would yet harm him, which was an indication that some rational thought was beginning to descend upon his consciousness again. He picked up the pace and within little time, he’d crossed to the edge of the city before him, Las Vegas, city of lights.

The military had decided, apparently, to end pursuit… for now.

~

“We’re going to have to do something to try to hold this guy,” the SWAT Sergeant declared after some thought. “The military won’t be here for some time yet, will they? And in the meantime, we need a plan to keep him under wraps if he wakes up.”

“I agree,” the SWAT Captain stated. “But what?”

Clacks of boots down the hallways got their attention. Looking up, their eyes bulged out of their heads as they saw what approached.

A short, stout grizzled older gentleman in camo uniform, his boots shined like mirrors, strode confidently towards them, a silver star gleaming from each of his lapels. More shocking still, however, was the imposing companion that strode behind him.

The clacking across the linoleum in the hallway had not, apparently been entirely from boot-heels. Cloven feet bore a ten foot tall monstrosity, a freak of nature that strode forward on reversed knees, coarse gray fur covering what his camouflage shorts could not. His chest was bare and covered with the same gray fur which spread only as far as his broad muscular shoulders which extended down to very humanlike burly arms. The creature’s face was the most disturbing, however, shaped like that of a large goat, complete with stubby horns sprouting from its head.

“BAAAAAAH!” the creature bleated an echo throughout the hall, brandishing its enormous M-60 style firearm fiercely.

The whole of the SWAT team, including the injured, raised weapons immediately upon the approach of the military duo, to which, the General in the lead growled and held out his hand to wave down their weapons.

“Don’t worry yer civilian heads over ol’ Kape here,” he said, pointing a thumb in the goat-man’s direction. “He ain’t harmless, but he’s mine ta’ command. Ya got more than ‘nuff on yer hands already from what I understand.”

Clearing his throat and praying his bladder wouldn’t go out, the Swat Commander stepped forward, offering a hand to the General. “I’m Commander Lee of the Vegas SWAT brigade. Welcome to the city that never sleeps, General.”

Gripping his hand tightly and offering a warm, toothy smile, the officer returned, “General Sternheim, at your service. I understand you have a monster in the brig here.”

“Yes,” the Commander nodded. “He seems impervious to all forms of conventional weaponry, including any kind of medications that we’ve attempted to administer.”

“M-hmm,” the General nodded as he stepped over to the narrow window to the Morgue. “He in here?”

Commander Lee nodded solemnly. “Along with a couple of incidental casualties. Apparently bullets just bounce off him, causing as much injury to us as we’d have hoped to him.”

Peering through, the General nodded and murmured, “Hmph. Long time, no see, Private Tyrone Johnson.” Turning back, he asked, “How’d ya catch him?”

Keeping an eye on the silently imposing goat-man standing nearby, the Commander answered, “We’re not sure, to be honest. He had been part of a fuel robbery that took place yesterday afternoon at McCarran airport.

When our responding officers eventually caught up to him a few hundred miles out in the desert, we found him like this. That said, there were other strange reports that came in with him. Apparently he was found with some guy standing over him impersonating a police officer. That man was said to have glowing white eyes and was able to somehow escape out into the desert. He may have had something to do with all this.”

“Hmph,” Sternheim seemed to be thinking.

“Mr. General Sir, if I may?” piped in the SWAT Sergeant. “We need to figure out how to hold this guy. We have no idea why he’s only semi-conscious like this,” he was interrupted as another rumble spread through the walls as the giant inside the morgue shifted violently once more. “But if he wakes we have no idea what to do about him.”

“We’ve been planning a few ways to address this guy,” General Sternheim said sternly, “not that any of them can be sure to work. We really did a number with this one. He’s caused us all a damned lot of damage and what was done to him needs to be reversed. But that might prove impossible. I’m surprised it took so long for us to finally find him again, but now that we have him here, this is what we need to do…”

Feel free to offer some truly Sci-fi theories as to what can be done to restrain the Bouncer here. As some of you may already know, Sternheim has at his disposal the ultimate cutting edge of military technology.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 3:57 am    Post subject:  

Ooooh fun chapter, fun enough that I'll let you off getting my hopes up that we were off space exploring.

This bouncer is sounding very 'Hulk' like, right down to the bounding locomotion.

One technique from the most recent film was fairly effective, that being two 'Sonic' tanks pinned him for a few seconds until he split them in half with a convenient nearby jeep door he'd ripped off. That said, without the jeep door, he may well have been held considerably longer.

Another thought of my own would be using magnetic fields ... bands of super strengthed titanium around wrists and ankles, suspending him in a giant electromagnetic chamber, limbs spread apart.

A final, although perhaps more long term, solution would be to put him in a tank with an air pipe, and drop him down to about a mile's depth. If he escapes, the pressures should crush him, or if not, he should run out of breath long before he reaches the surface.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:11 am    Post subject:  

A good chapter. Not quite sure what to make of the goat though! I wonder if he is the link between this 'contract' he made, and what the military had done to him.

Also it's not clear whether his experience of his life rushing past him that is causing the twitches, or whether it is a residual effect of Thomas's power. We don't know when Thomas's power will wear off, but it sounds like it won't be long before Bouncer gets up to the present. So - time could be running out.

It seems that physical restraint is impossible - electromagnetic fields have the strength but any titanium cuff could still be broken out of, it seems, even by the flexing of muscles.

We need to incapacitate him completely, effectively switch him off. If his body is impervious to solid objects and he is strong enough to bust out of any kind of restraint, perhaps cryogenic freezing might be the thing. He may be invincible but he is alive, so it could work.

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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:39 am    Post subject:  

Nice idea with the freezing.

Crunchy is right, fighting his strength with strength is not going to work. However, how about fighting strength with flexibility - the old fable of the Oak and the reed.

Something that can flex, stretch and expand can contain any amount of strength - as demonstrated in the Fantastic Four movie - Mr Fantastic (Stretchy man) contains all the super strength of 'The Thing' by wrapping himself around and around him, in a complicated way such that the more The Thing pulled, the tighter he made his own restraints. The Thing was held.

Some hi-tech material, similar in principle could tie him in a knot such that any force he exerts simply pulls him into a tighter knot.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:43 am    Post subject:  

Yes! Like a vat of chewing gum. Or something of a similar sticky and stretchy consistency. As you say, the more he struggles to free himself, the more tightly held he'd become.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:49 am    Post subject:  

This DP is shaping up to be one of the better ones this tale has held in a while... I'm loving the ideas guys... you've given me a few more as well but I'll wait and see what else you all might come up with before putting them out there. What you have so far is some great thoughts.

Thanks for reading btw! Glad you enjoyed it. I was a bit concerned this chapter might feel a bit droll.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 6:28 pm    Post subject:  

Another excellent chapter TB! Sorry for the delay again, but was in the same situation as last time, having trouble with my own writing. ;)

I can't think of anything besides that which Crunchy and Smee have already come up with, aside from things that would be more 'final' and I don't think anyone wants the bouncer to disappear just yet. ;) I do like the freezing idea especially. Though I think I would like to see someone try to speak to him, to see it there is any reasoning with him, which freezing would prevent. Would be interesting to discover his reaction to someone trying to have a calm, sensible conversation with him, while he is unable to react with violence towards them.

Again, great chappie, and I look forward to the next one.:)
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:04 am    Post subject: I think.....  

THIS IS SO X-FILES!!!! I LUV IT!

Took me all morning, but I did it! All caught up!

This has that perfect mix of science meets supernatural. I agree with the idea that Lucky doesn't neccissaraly have to be 'Devil' I like the 'alternate god' theory. I am soooo loveing the charactering in this story! Dave makes me wanna tease the heck out of him, the little puppy!

And If Bouncer has all this about him, I wonder what Dave's old girl friend has about her? They both 'have the same boss' so, is she like him? What dark secrets does she have? Will she never been seen again? Or will she make a triumphant rescue attempt of our gargantuan rubber man? How many more people work for this Lucky? Man, do ask too many questions or what? Am I over thinking it?
But anywaaaaay......

As for the DP....Examine his wounds. He seems to be hurt, so, if they have the time, find out what did it! He's obviously not imperviouse to all damage if he's injured!
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 4:40 pm    Post subject:  

Thanks to both of you for reading! :D Glad you enjoyed.

Pope: Its funny you mentioned characterization on Dave considering I've felt he might be the weakest characterized individual in the story... maybe I've done more with him, or what I've done there, has been more successful than I thought it might be.

I don't think you're overthinking this at all. I love that I've inspired these questions as many of them were very much intended. There are answers for everything you asked and I'd say those particular questions were a strong show of intuition on your behalf. Indeed, Brenda is not a minor character in the larger scheme of things by any stretch... In fact, quite central though she may not have shown herself to be yet... at least not here. You wondered if there were more who work for Lucky and my answer shall be revealed in the next installment that involves the Bouncer.

BTW, your suggestion was interesting. I had wondered if anyone had considered that the big guy is injured right now and showing it, thanks to his battle with Thomas. That said, whether he's injured or not won't solve the dillemma of how to deal with him, which is a plan that Sternheim has brought with him already, so while I will keep your suggestion in mind as I write the next segment on this, it won't be included in the poll because its not what Sternheim would have expected to see in the first place. Perhaps if checking his injuries could lead to a conclusion as to what could be done here, I might be able to incorporate that into the poll. In other words, what would he do differently when he finds the Bouncer has been injured? Any other ideas?

Next up will be Walt's space exploration. Make sure to vote in the previous chapter... that is a live vote ongoing now and will be closed soon. I'm hoping to put out another chappy this weekend.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 6:23 pm    Post subject:  

Thunderbird wrote: Perhaps if checking his injuries could lead to a conclusion as to what could be done here, I might be able to incorporate that into the poll. In other words, what would he do differently when he finds the Bouncer has been injured? Any other ideas?

Well, I'm not a CSI, so I can't say exactly what to do buuuut....

I'd start by examining the leg wound. It's obviously not made by a bullet. And the burns, I'd swab them and see if there was some kind of reproduceable acid that was used. If it comes op water, then they'd get to be all confuzzled over that. "How could, after all we've hit him with, water do all this damage?!"

And, if the goat guy is what I think he is, he could prolly hold the guy down for some of these tests, even if ti's just a little.

I'd also put out a report on the 'Fake Cop'. Every TV and readio station in the Las Vegas area. The cop that shot at him sould have a good enough description. If they can get ahold of the 'Holy Man' he can explain how he injured this apparently unstoppable man.

The only reason I brought up the whole examine thing, is everyone seems to be trying to come up with ways to hold him down. In my oppinion, the military would be more interested in KILLING him, rather than restraining him. Unless they've come up with some sort of mind control they think would work on him. But even then, they'd want a back-up plan.

So, as much an Bouncer amuses me, I think the army dude would be far more interested in taking him out, than holding him down.
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Lebrenth



Joined: 29 Dec 2005
Posts: 1483
Location: Utah

Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 4:21 pm    Post subject:  

How about rocketing the Bouncer into space? Space travel is now in the hands of private citizens, so I think the military could pull it off. Shoot him into space, preferably in the direction of the sun. Even if he misses the sun, how is he supposed to get back to Earth?

It may seem like an extreme option, but judging from the invulnerability the man is exhibiting, it may be what it takes. Otherwise, we might make more effort to find the police impersonator. We might be able to find fingerprints, for instance, not that I expect there will be a record for the Holy Man. We might also try making a big announcement to the news about Tyrone and where he currently is in hopes that the impersonator will come after him again. We might give a false address if we want to have "a chat" with him first.
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Thunderbird



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Posts: 2139
Location: Rising from the ashes

Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 3:31 pm    Post subject:  

Ok, I think we've caught the gist of how this goes now... a new chapter is up AND this one is now polling! Enjoy! A great poll here by the way... lots of neat options to work with. I added the last thought it had been somewhat thrown out there unofficially. All are interesting, some possibly lethal and others likely to lead to possible communication with the beast. This variety makes this a very critical vote for the story and one where I really have no idea where we're gonna go here. A nice contrast to how the most recent chapter ended... with few options really.
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Crunchyfrog



Joined: 12 Dec 2006
Posts: 3998

Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 1:30 pm    Post subject:  

I'd forgotten this was polling! :oops:

Voted!
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