Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Mercury ❯ Confrontations ( Chapter 1 )

Some history and copyright info at bottom.

Chapter 1.

12:23 am - NewLegacy City, capital of the United Nations of Colonies (former U.S.A.) Year 2061

Jalan was wearing a black muscle shirt, loose jeans, covered by a black trench coat and was leaning on wall on the street where drugs rings (and busts) were commonly held. Age of 23, Jalan was very muscled, broad shouldered, and about 6"3'. His shoulder-length hair was black with natural streaks of midnight blue. He was waiting for a contact to meet him, but he got bored of waiting and started looking around for no reason. On his second pass at the poorly lit street to his right, he spotted a woman whose face was tainted with dried tears. By the way she was clenching to herself she was most likely trying to protect or hide something. That caught his attention. She moved silently shadow to shadow, trying to stay out of sight. Her eyes searched around hastily, which wasn't surprising.

So many crimes are committed here that the police don't even consider entering this place with out some help from the M.O.S. (Mech Officers of Security). It wasn't but soon after Jalan caught a small gang of three, all dressed in a dull blue jacket and matching slacks, and the same fully brimmed, white hats preying on her. And none too professionally, he was actually surprised she hadn't noticed, or maybe she had, and just didn't want to them to know that she knew, whatever. He didn't feel like getting into a fight without reason tonight, but something about that woman… told him she was important for one reason or another. And that usually meant money. Or a pervert that beats his women, but Jalan was hoping for the first.

He pulled his Desert Eagle pistol and clicked a suppressor to the gun and let it hang at his side in his right hand. He planned on going as smooth and silent as possible. The last thing he needed was to start a havoc, even worse, start a havoc here. Jalan slid out of alley in silence after confirming he let the all the given men pass him. He walked sideways in a hushed hurry closing distance to the closest person. He got up close enough that his face was three inches from the guy's neck.

"Hey."

The guy froze, and the hairs on his neck whipped up. He attempted to turn around quickly while reaching inside his jacket, obviously for a gun or some sort of another. Jalan opened his left palm and stabbed the guy in the neck with his fingers, and the guy did exactly what Jalan wanted. He grabbed his neck with both hands trying to recover forgetting about his weapon for a second. Jalan was swiftly after him. He walked up to the man, raised his gun, at the same time he slid his left foot behind man's leg, and pushed his handgun into the man's temple, forcing him to trip to the ground with the suppresser harshly pushed up against his forehead.

"Now that we know who's more professional, I'm going to ask you comply. Who's that woman?" Jalan glanced up to make sure the other guys weren't planning to make their move yet. They were still following her from a distance. He looked back down at his capture. He was young, very young; he didn't think he'd be older than twenty. Clearly a new recruit, he was trying hard not to look scared, a little too hard.

"Damn, how old are you kid?"

No answer. Jalan brung his gun away for a second, and a split second later the butt of the gun thwipped against the side of the man's head. He clenched his teeth and let out only a whimper. How loyal.

"Fine, don't answer it, but tell me who she is," he turned the gun back to the man's face, "or I won't be as fun anymore." Jalan finished with a mischievous grin.

He took two attempts to find his voice. Then, "O-okay, she's bringing the cash in an underground drug swap. We just wanted some of the money!" He spoke in a hushed squeak, and spoke only of the facts. Mm, amateurs, but he was a bad liar. He voice got thicker with every word.

"Heh, quick and efficient with an answer. I like that. I like you, and you know what? You look like a Tommy, so I'm going to call you Tommy, is that alright with you, Tommy?"

Jalan lowered his gun to the Tommy's thigh area. Before he could react, Jalan shot him in the leg, careful not hit anything critical.

"AAA, SHI-"

Jalan shoved the gun into his mouth and brung his index finger to mouth silently shushing him. He glanced up again, the woman was making a corner, and the other two were still just following her. He turned his attention back to the kid.

"Quiet, Tommy, and now; let's try telling the truth. Hm?"

He lifted his gun and let Tommy catch some air.

"Alright damn it," he swallowed and resumed, "she's here to bring us blueprints of a new mecha weapon. She's actually the adopted daughter of the Russian political daughter, Yaemark. Her name is Rose 'Ashley' Limean."

"Bring you the blueprints? Why were you tailing her?"

"Were hired bodyguards, but she doesn't know it, it's so nothing actually happens to her!"

"Explain."

"It's just a mask, it's so no one else actually tries anything. If she's killed or captured, it's a natural war between EarthTerra's greatest forces!" He was almost to the point of tears. This, of course, now sparked Jalan's attention.

"Good, Tommy, that's good. I like you again. Let's-"

He was cut off when an explosion erupted and shook the ground. Jalan looked up to see a large chunk of rock or something fly over him. Jalan swung his self backwards til he landed on his back, barely dodging the projectile, and losing his gun.

"What the hell?!" Jalan looked up, and saw that the building exploded. The building Rose and her bodyguards cornered the last the time Jalan checked.

"Shit." He quickly pushed his self from the ground and ran towards the scene, jumping over Tommy, who still lay prone, in the process. Running the side of the building, he spotted another bodyguard lying on the ground. As Jalan got closer, he saw that he was hit with some flying rubble, hinting the hole with blood spurting out of it. He was still alive, breathing hard with chest harshly expanding and contracting. Jalan rushed over and kneeled down.

"Tell me, what happened!"

The bodyguard had a lost look in his eyes. That lost look you get right before you die. He seemed to come back to when he heard Jalan's voice. He blinked harshly and looked up at Jalan. He coughed up blood, and took some deep breaths before finding his voice.

"Protect Rose! She can't be harmed! The... cross of..." he coughed up more blood, "the cross of w-"

He tried hard to find the enough life in him to finish, but failed.

"Jesus Christ." Jalan looked up searching for any other survivors. He couldn't find the other bodyguard, but he caught sight of Rose Limean; she was buried under rubble close to the building. He ran toward her, hoping she was still alive. He strained to shove off the hot rubble off her, and the rocks hissed when his hands came in contact, scathing his hands black. Showing no sign of pain besides his clenched teeth, Jalan kneeled towards Rose and checked her pulse. She had a pulse, she was breathing. Just unconscious. He dragged her out; her clothes were almost completely burned off. So Jalan took off his coat and wrapped her in it- he wasn't about to let her get away from his sight now. Jalan started to lift her up, but the ground started to shake, and was followed with an unusual sound. The ground rumbled even more, squeaks of a fleet of three clearly marked Russian tanks accompanied by uniformed Russian soldiers filled the neighborhood. One soldier was on top of the leading tank with a megaphone.

"Attention! Attention! This area is now under Russian control. If you comply you will not be harmed." His voice was thick with an accent.

Jalan looked at the approaching fleet in utter confusement.

"What. The. Hell?"

Jalan stood there, watching two of the tanks disappear into separate streets, and another drove up to him, and then stopped. The soldier with the megaphone kept his eyes on Jalan who was standing above Rose.

"You! Identify yourself!" The soldier demanded holding the megaphone at his side, his other clutching to an automatic weapon resembling an AKS-47u strapped around his shoulder.

Jalan looked up confused more than ever.

"I'm John Doe," Jalan lied, resisting a grin.

"Mr. Doe, you are to be attained, if you wish to bring any personal items while we keep you in a safe outpost, you are free to do so. We will give you fifteen minutes then there will be a search. Anyone caught in hiding will be attained, but with punishment. We have collected list of all residents in this area, so fleeing would only be in futility."

"What the hell's going on here?" Jake blurted out before thinking.

The soldier paused a second, "Russia is taking power."

Jalan turned around, and kneeled down to pick up Rose.

"Stop right there! What are you doing?"

Jalan picked her up without a response.

"Hold it!"

He heard the soldier maneuver his gun to the front of him. Jalan then turned around looking if there were any others nearby. None. The other soldiers were invading apartments, hotels, and homes.

"All clear."

Jalan walked past the tank. But he was stopped when the soldier shot in front of him. Jalan started to turn around, but then sprinted down the street. He could hear the guy in the tank shouting:

"Damn it. Take note to kill Mr. Doe!" That was followed with some German outbursts that Jalan couldn't decipher.

Then Jalan pulled out a device resembling a pen. Its tip was glowing.

"Bye, Bye, Baby," Jalan smirked and pushed the tip; the mine on the side of the tank created a giant explosion tipping the tank over and piercing through the metal. Some screams and yells echoed down the narrow alleys. A few seconds later the tank imploded, creating a massive explosion twice the size of the mine's. The screams ceased.

Jalan, with Rose Limean in he arms still, started to walk away.

"Hello, Jalan." The click of a gun was heard.

Jalan sighed and hung his head.

"Damn it."

"I'd like you to hand over the girl, now. And don't turn around, just lay down the body and back away."

Jalan smirked, "Careful aren't we, Reiuli?"

Reiuli's a rugged man of thirty-two who's addicted to anything that'll improve his physique. He's also a big time drug dealer who likes to do his own dirty work. Two years ago, Reiuli blackmailed Jalan into working for him, then once Jalan help overthrow his whole business, and Reiuli's been holding grudge ever since.

"Don't give me any crap. Remember, we have a past, and I'm not letting you-"

Jalan whirled around shoving his boot into Reiuli's stomach; he then lowered his arms and drove his head into Reiuli's temple causing him to stumble back into the ground.

"Not this time, not tonight."

Reiuli got up and charged after Jalan, but Jalan sidestepped and shoved Reiuli into a nearby steel pipe sticking out the ground. The pipe seared through Reiuli as if it was made to kill.

Jalan started to walk away, "Sorry, but I have plans."

Jalan then ran down the alley, but, alas, was stopped by a group Russians all pointing their ACR-98u's (modified AKS-74u) at him. When Jalan glanced behind himself he saw another group of soldiers taking positions.

Jalan kinda smiled, "C'mon guys, I'm only one man."

Pretending not to hear, one soldier spoke up, "Put the girl down, and lay your hands on the ground, now!"

"Damn it, Jalan… What. The. Hell."

Jalan started to wonder what he actually got himself into just by protecting this one girl. He then looked up at the soldiers and flashed a smile. "Bye, Bye, Baby."

Copyright info: All characters, places mentioned (except states), and everything else mentioned throughout this story is completely fictional and all belong to me.(Again, except the mentioned states/continents; but then again, the states were originally mine, me being Native American, but were stolen BY THE WHITE MAN, VISCIOUSLY!!! …. Damn it, I got off track. ANYWHO, actually the character Jalan is not originally mine, it was actually a friend of mine's who also written a story. (It's a masterpiece, truly... but it's not on Fanfic.) But in his story, Jalan was a girl, or a sorceress to be specific, but that's another story you'll never see. Anywho, I had Jalan stuck in my the first time I heard the name when he gave me a small glimpse of the final battle in his story. And jalan was in it, but he didn't specify whether Jalan was a girl or not, even though it sounded like a girl's name when first introduced to others, but stupidly enough, I though it was a guy. ((mm, run on sentences.)) Skipping ahead a few weeks, I played WWF SmackDown! 2(loved it, btw; also, this shows how far back this story was conjured up), and messing in the CAW mode, I thought of Jalan- cuz I didn't have a clue of what he looked like, but I used my own imagination on that. Basically, in my mind, I thought of Sephiroth (ultimate badass/favorite villain), beefed him up a bit, shortened his hair, and.. well, the rest in the story- and Ta-da! Jalan was born, from then on I was hooked, and created at least 6 different short stories involving him (all uncompleted, VERY rough, and some were VERY cheesy) Wow… that took A LOT longer than I thought. Oh well, at least you know.