Static Shock Fan Fiction ❯ Banditos ❯ Epilogue ( Epilogue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Manga-Chick 
“Things were meant for a reason,” Kangorr reasoned, adjusting the glasses that he wore.
Non Anime: Static Shock Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Horror / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.04.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 292 | Status: Completed
“Things were meant for a reason,” Kangorr reasoned, adjusting the glasses that he wore.
Non Anime: Static Shock Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Horror / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.04.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 292 | Status: Completed
Extreme AU, OOC, non-historic West, violence...supernatural themes, violence.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN STATIC AND OTHER ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS!
Based somewhat on that thrilling vid-game, Darkwatch. Heh. My inspiration for something gory and dark. Oh, but I DO own original characters and creatures.
Epilogue
“Things were meant for a reason,” Kangorr reasoned, adjusting the glasses that he wore. “There are some hard decisions up ahead, man, an’ none of it ain’t gonna come easy. ‘Ve been thinkin’ that with every hardship we overcome, there’s a reason.”
“Ain’t hearin’ that bullshit anymore,” Hotstreak muttered, glaring at the horizon. “So sick o’ hearin’ It’s all for a reason!”
“Well...whatever happened back there, happened. An’ made ya stronger.”
“Fuck that! Shit, Blayne, you don’t know me. What I did!”
“I don’t haveta know what ya did to figure out that it hurt, man.”
Hotstreak exhaled heavily, but he hated when Kangorr was on one of his preaching trips. Two years into rejoining Blood Inc., and Kangorr was just now delving into those pathetic speeches of his. But Blayne was good that way–even as he resented Hotstreak popping up whenever he did, Blayne just...accepted him. And that was what Hotstreak needed from time to time. Acception without question.
“You girls done gossipin’?” Ebon asked in a bored tone, his gelding avoiding one of Charger’s nips. “Cuz I’m hungry. An’ there’s some prime meat out there, an’ I wanna piece o’ it.”
“Ooh, Ebon, you make it sound so nasty,” Shiv commented in an interested tone, looking over quickly.
He ducked to avoid the scythe that came flying at his head, and let out a snarky little laugh.
Jessie stared at the both of them, her eyes narrowing as she then shook her head. “Y’know, ya’ll could be a little sneaky. Why ain’t’cha two married, yet?”
“What?! What the hell you talkin’ about, I don’t know what yer talkin’ about–!” Ebon snarled, looking ready to bite into the former whore.
“Ah...marriage...do I have to be the wife?” Shiv asked curiously, snapping out of a brief daydream as he looked at Ebon.
Jessie held out her hand, and Kangorr gave her a small ammunition bag with a low grumble, Hotstreak wondering what he’d missed. He frowned at them for a few moments, then looked ahead.
The stretch of zombies, demons, and various other creatures continued to pave a road through the Maine; all their various noises and sights made the land multi-colored, making it move. The members of Blood Inc. were perched atop of a mountain that overlooked the sight.
The closer they got to Madelyn and Caine, the more the obstacles that hit them. It was as if she were viewing them on a video screen, and giving the commands for things to drop in front of them in order to eliminate them. Whichever, Blood Inc. had luck and skill on their side, and had overcome every obstacle they’d come across.
Meaningless deaths, wrong actions, mistakes–all of it was made, and the feelings of failure and loss made the fighting harder. But...but they were still there. They still had a goal–Blayne was more determined than ever stop what he felt he’d started (the very same feelings Hotstreak struggled with) and fix the world. He was the push for the members of Blood Inc.–both Ebon and Shiv adored him in their own ways, and Hotstreak himself clung to Kangorr because even if he dropped his duties abruptly and suffered through his losses–Kangorr was always there when he came back. It was something he was really starting to hold possessively of.
At the sound of an approaching rider, he and Kangorr turned in their saddles to see the last member of their group ride up. With a huge grin on his face, Carter pulled his horse to a stop and practically tore the messenger bag off his shoulder.
“Got some more info ‘bout the Seven Bad Men, an’ more translations of that book,” he said, tossing the bag at Kangorr. “I think we got it, this time...”
Hotstreak thought of the book that he’d first seen on the train–covered in infant skin, Caine had said. Jessie had been the one to steal it right out of Caine’s jacket. She was the one responsible for handing the book over to Kangorr–who in turn found someone that could actually translate the odd language written within. Their information came from that source, and while Hotstreak had an idea as to who it was...he didn’t really think about it.
Kangorr pulled out a fistful of papers, then made a face as he pushed them back. He looked at his gloves, wiggling his fingers. Hotstreak caught the glint of blood on them, and frowned. Ebon looked over and couldn’t look away, eyeing Kangorr’s hand hungrily.
“Sorry,” Carter apologized. “I just grabbed ‘em an’ ran. I don’t think he was quite done with the last few pages.”
“Overexcited, much?”
“...The Butcher makes me really really really nervous,” Carter said with an embarrassed laugh, sweeping his hat off his head.
Kangorr chuckled as he carefully withdrew several more papers, reading what had been written out neatly. After taking in a few lines, a bright smile crossed his face.
“Let’s set up camp, boys and girl. We got us some plannin’ to do.”
“Good news? Bad?” Shiv asked hopefully.
“Very good news. Looks like we got us a way to get ta Madelyn an’...an’ take back what’s ours.” Kangorr broke into a pleased grin. “We got it. We can do it.”
“No shit?” Hotstreak asked on a skeptic frown. “For real?”
“...For real.” The others turned away from the edge of the hill, away from the sight of the army continuing their way down south. Kangorr looked at Hotstreak, and set him a gentle smile. “You done good, man. Real good. Might not know it now, but...things always work out in the end.”
“Geez, cut the crap, Blayne. Seriously. If’n I haveta hear more fuckin’ Godly crap from that mouth of yours...”
“I’m just sayin’, man. Everything happens, an’ is done for a reason. Sometimes we don’t get it right away, but when we actually think of it...it makes sense.”
Hotstreak exhaled again, then rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered, nudging Charger forward to follow after the others.
Kangorr grinned, looking back down at the papers. He then looked up at the army, feeling hope and excited cheer fill him. After so many years of fighting, searching and frustration...it looked as if the war was coming to an end. The feeling of accomplishment was near, and while he knew he couldn’t exactly celebrate for a win that hadn’t yet been captured just yet...he was just too excited to know that it was all coming to an end.
“We got it, man....we got it.”
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN STATIC AND OTHER ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS!
Based somewhat on that thrilling vid-game, Darkwatch. Heh. My inspiration for something gory and dark. Oh, but I DO own original characters and creatures.
Epilogue
“Things were meant for a reason,” Kangorr reasoned, adjusting the glasses that he wore. “There are some hard decisions up ahead, man, an’ none of it ain’t gonna come easy. ‘Ve been thinkin’ that with every hardship we overcome, there’s a reason.”
“Ain’t hearin’ that bullshit anymore,” Hotstreak muttered, glaring at the horizon. “So sick o’ hearin’ It’s all for a reason!”
“Well...whatever happened back there, happened. An’ made ya stronger.”
“Fuck that! Shit, Blayne, you don’t know me. What I did!”
“I don’t haveta know what ya did to figure out that it hurt, man.”
Hotstreak exhaled heavily, but he hated when Kangorr was on one of his preaching trips. Two years into rejoining Blood Inc., and Kangorr was just now delving into those pathetic speeches of his. But Blayne was good that way–even as he resented Hotstreak popping up whenever he did, Blayne just...accepted him. And that was what Hotstreak needed from time to time. Acception without question.
“You girls done gossipin’?” Ebon asked in a bored tone, his gelding avoiding one of Charger’s nips. “Cuz I’m hungry. An’ there’s some prime meat out there, an’ I wanna piece o’ it.”
“Ooh, Ebon, you make it sound so nasty,” Shiv commented in an interested tone, looking over quickly.
He ducked to avoid the scythe that came flying at his head, and let out a snarky little laugh.
Jessie stared at the both of them, her eyes narrowing as she then shook her head. “Y’know, ya’ll could be a little sneaky. Why ain’t’cha two married, yet?”
“What?! What the hell you talkin’ about, I don’t know what yer talkin’ about–!” Ebon snarled, looking ready to bite into the former whore.
“Ah...marriage...do I have to be the wife?” Shiv asked curiously, snapping out of a brief daydream as he looked at Ebon.
Jessie held out her hand, and Kangorr gave her a small ammunition bag with a low grumble, Hotstreak wondering what he’d missed. He frowned at them for a few moments, then looked ahead.
The stretch of zombies, demons, and various other creatures continued to pave a road through the Maine; all their various noises and sights made the land multi-colored, making it move. The members of Blood Inc. were perched atop of a mountain that overlooked the sight.
The closer they got to Madelyn and Caine, the more the obstacles that hit them. It was as if she were viewing them on a video screen, and giving the commands for things to drop in front of them in order to eliminate them. Whichever, Blood Inc. had luck and skill on their side, and had overcome every obstacle they’d come across.
Meaningless deaths, wrong actions, mistakes–all of it was made, and the feelings of failure and loss made the fighting harder. But...but they were still there. They still had a goal–Blayne was more determined than ever stop what he felt he’d started (the very same feelings Hotstreak struggled with) and fix the world. He was the push for the members of Blood Inc.–both Ebon and Shiv adored him in their own ways, and Hotstreak himself clung to Kangorr because even if he dropped his duties abruptly and suffered through his losses–Kangorr was always there when he came back. It was something he was really starting to hold possessively of.
At the sound of an approaching rider, he and Kangorr turned in their saddles to see the last member of their group ride up. With a huge grin on his face, Carter pulled his horse to a stop and practically tore the messenger bag off his shoulder.
“Got some more info ‘bout the Seven Bad Men, an’ more translations of that book,” he said, tossing the bag at Kangorr. “I think we got it, this time...”
Hotstreak thought of the book that he’d first seen on the train–covered in infant skin, Caine had said. Jessie had been the one to steal it right out of Caine’s jacket. She was the one responsible for handing the book over to Kangorr–who in turn found someone that could actually translate the odd language written within. Their information came from that source, and while Hotstreak had an idea as to who it was...he didn’t really think about it.
Kangorr pulled out a fistful of papers, then made a face as he pushed them back. He looked at his gloves, wiggling his fingers. Hotstreak caught the glint of blood on them, and frowned. Ebon looked over and couldn’t look away, eyeing Kangorr’s hand hungrily.
“Sorry,” Carter apologized. “I just grabbed ‘em an’ ran. I don’t think he was quite done with the last few pages.”
“Overexcited, much?”
“...The Butcher makes me really really really nervous,” Carter said with an embarrassed laugh, sweeping his hat off his head.
Kangorr chuckled as he carefully withdrew several more papers, reading what had been written out neatly. After taking in a few lines, a bright smile crossed his face.
“Let’s set up camp, boys and girl. We got us some plannin’ to do.”
“Good news? Bad?” Shiv asked hopefully.
“Very good news. Looks like we got us a way to get ta Madelyn an’...an’ take back what’s ours.” Kangorr broke into a pleased grin. “We got it. We can do it.”
“No shit?” Hotstreak asked on a skeptic frown. “For real?”
“...For real.” The others turned away from the edge of the hill, away from the sight of the army continuing their way down south. Kangorr looked at Hotstreak, and set him a gentle smile. “You done good, man. Real good. Might not know it now, but...things always work out in the end.”
“Geez, cut the crap, Blayne. Seriously. If’n I haveta hear more fuckin’ Godly crap from that mouth of yours...”
“I’m just sayin’, man. Everything happens, an’ is done for a reason. Sometimes we don’t get it right away, but when we actually think of it...it makes sense.”
Hotstreak exhaled again, then rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered, nudging Charger forward to follow after the others.
Kangorr grinned, looking back down at the papers. He then looked up at the army, feeling hope and excited cheer fill him. After so many years of fighting, searching and frustration...it looked as if the war was coming to an end. The feeling of accomplishment was near, and while he knew he couldn’t exactly celebrate for a win that hadn’t yet been captured just yet...he was just too excited to know that it was all coming to an end.
“We got it, man....we got it.”