VIOLATION As written by Razorback Jack (glendarl@socal.rr.com) TTA characters (c) Warner Brothers/Amblim Ent. 2000 LT characters (c) Warner Brothers 2000 Any new character added into this story is either one I have created or one created with the consent of the party representing the character. All characters/products are the sole property of their owners. Rated R: Language, violence, sexual situations *** Chapter 6: Publicity and Secrets It was by now 9:13 p.m. at the Police Station. Mr. A of the IRS, the Inspector, Dr. Glentropy, General Bricabrac, and Whatshisname (the Inspector's assistant, in case you didn't know already) had been looking over the extensive autopsy report for a good number of hours. It ran like a criminal investigation, and therefore, coffee was the drink of choice. Dr. Glentropy sipped his while the Inspector continued going into depths about the crime. "It seems to me that this couldn't be just a random shooting. It seems too well planned to be that way, I'm sure of it." "I agree. However, consider the erratic nature of the chase. I think that this may have been some sort of attempt to imitate the Matrix "bullet-time" sequences." "Those would have been just as well planned. We do know that this occurred during a thunderstorm. Most people wouldn't venture outside in that kind of weather. The killer had an opportunity, and he exploited it." "Speaking as a General, I have to agree. Seems as though we've got ourselves a maniac loose in the city." "But so far, we only have evidence. We know it points to a suspect, but as it happens, no one in this city has the same kinds of characteristics we have been able to piece together." The police bulletin broke in over the conversation. "This is Unit 55, calling all available units, we have a 187 at the corner of Maple and Douglas. Repeat, this is Unit 55, calling for all available units, we have a 187 on the corner of Maple and Douglas." The Inspector's eyes widened. A 187 was the universal MDK code: Murder Death Kill, it stood for. One of the patrols must have spotted a corpse. The Inspector immediately ran out of the office, closely followed by Whatshisname. The rest adjourned when they realized just what was happening, and quickly dispersed. *** At the corner of Maple and Douglas St., the body of Ramona Rabbit was found beside her boyfriend. They were pronounced D.O.A. when their bodies reached the Acme Acres City Hospital. That meant two more autopsies, and undeniable proof that a madman was indeed lurking in town. The trademark five-point bullets were embedded within both of their skulls, resulting in almost instantaneous death. The pattern also indicated the automatic fire that had previously been found in Trinity's body. There was only one thing to do now. At about 7:05 the next morning, they held an early morning press conference. Dr. Glentropy, Mr. A of the IRS, and the Inspector tried to answer the flurry of questions sure to flow in. They told of the similarities of the crimes, the special extra-fatal bullets, the rapid fire style of bullet dispersal, the details of the crimes... The AAME had a veritable field day. With these crimes, their newspaper would surely get the top story in before anybody else did. Their writers put in overtime, making sure no detail was missed before it went to the presses. Adam, naturally, was there on the front lines. Unbeknownst to the reporters, they had a rather unexpected (but unseen) visitor. Homicide had decided to hide himself in the ventilation system. As he watched, he noticed the stern looks on the faces of the Alter-Egos who were there. It wasn't really like them at all, but then again, he had never seen them serious at all before. He also wondered why he was not spotted by any of the occupants. Of course, one reporter DID say that he smelled a faint trace of oil in the air... *** By the time the news reached Acme Loo, things were already beginning to become dicey. For one thing, the death of Ramona and Trinity, both within days of each other, created a panic among the female students. They began asking themselves: were they next? What could they do to stop this madman? Was this world going insane? To the latter, I say this: no, that can't be. The world was already insane to begin with! Some people, of course, would say I'm full of bull. But I'm only the Narrator, so there's nothing they can do about it... Anyway, classes were tedious for many students, who were expecting sudden death to rain down upon them. The teachers tried to calm down the students as best they could, but when lunch descended into brutal chaos, the teachers cancelled the remainder of the school day and convened in the Lounge. This, of course, was met with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Buster, Babs, and the others took it upon themselves to go to Weenie Burger with some of the other students and trade jokes. Plucky, once more, was trying (unsuccessfully) to get a date with Shirly, and Fifi was hitting on the male skunks and skunk posers... a bit too hard. Able DuSable, I understand, was also in the vicinity, but ever since the "Kith" Incident, it's been pretty hard to be sure just what he's going to do next. Personally, I think it doesn't really matter at this point... Oh, I've gotten a bit off track, haven't I? Well, back on track... Babs hates lulls... Camry, on the other hand, was thoroughly infuriated. Now she couldn't actually have a legitimate excuse for spying on Lola, and therefore, had to settle for reviewing her collected photographs. A mindboggling and exceedingly dull task, but nonetheless necessary if one was to be successful in the spy business. As she sorted through the archived photos, she couldn't help but think of at least 600 other places she'd rather be... and that was just on the same longitude. But sorting pictures can do things to you, like force you to be a bit creative in your approach, or try and find something in every photo. Eventually, she found something less obvious than Lola's taste in clothes: an odd necklace Lola always seemed to wear on formal occasions. The main jewel on this necklace was diamond, but not like the other jewels on the necklace. It seemed... blue. And somewhat larger than Camery believed Lola could pay for. Something was off about it, but she couldn't put her finger on it... *Hmm... lesse... it could be anything... could be holding some kinda chemical agent... could be some sort of accursed gem... could be anything! But how do I get a hold of it? She only wears it on formal occasions, so maybe...* A idea began brewing in her head... she would follow Bugs and Lola to some sort of formal event, then try and take the necklace from her during some sort of crisis. Well, it could work, but she'd need Homicide's approval... no telling how he'd react, in her view. So she mustered her courage and started making her way toward Homicide's hideout... *** At around this time at Weenieburger, all too familiar voices could be heard at least a block away. "Aw, c'mon Shirl! I was just plannin' to go to the movies! Why doncha come along and watch 'The Planet of Cannibal Nuns' with me?!" "Like, gag me with a spoon, Plucky! I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last duck on Earth!" "Well, that CAN be arranged..." *ZAP!* "Well, FINE, if you're gonna be like THAT, I guess I'll just have to watch it alone..." Plucky then made a smokey exit, completely oblivious to the fact that a white stripe has mysterously appeared down his back... *WHAM!* "Oh, m'sieur skunk hunk, 'ou ah've wanted to kees you..." "Whoa, Fif, you've gotta lay off those aphrodesiacs, I hear they could stunt yer growth!" Plucky was promptly cut off when Fifi caught him in a vicious sleeper hold and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Plucky's mind became confused between the fervent kissing, the lack of oxygen, and the sheer embarrassment he was experiencing, and promptly exploded. *BOOM!* "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! I DON'T WANNA BE COMMITTED!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" Plucky shot out of the door, followed closely by Fifi. Buster and Babs could only shake their heads. "Y'know Babs... do you get the feelin' the writers are getting desperate?" "What do you mean? We've only been off the air for a few years..." "I meant the FAN writers." "Oh. Well, now that you mention it, they DO seem to be losing it, aren't they?" Things only became worse when Fowlmouth made an entrance. "Alright, who put ******* itching powder in my ******* shoes?! I'll **** the ******* **** who ******* put that **** in my shoes, you hear me, you ********?! **** you all too!!" "Then again, ever since the censors lifted, Fowlmouth's become more annoying than ever." "At least THIS author has the sense to use the anvil thuds..." *THUD!* Well, at least that takes care of Fowlmouth... I used a real anvil for once. And the people rejoiced! "Yay." Wait a minute, this is getting a little too TTA... this isn't strictly TTA, ya know... *CRASH!* AAAA! Run! It's... it's... THE STUPID BROTHERS!! "Whoahoahoa! Hey, I'm Lee Stupid, and..." "**** it Lee, I thought that I would be first!" "Well, go **** yourself, Lyin'!" Noticing the crowd, they promptly shot gas from their bongs and ran out, leaving their car precariously parked. The Inspector's car soon followed, shooting sparks on the way down. The Inspector stepped out, covered in lasagna. "I TOLD them the bomb was in the lasagna, but did THEY listen to me?! Noooo, they had to call in those Stupid Brothers to be cooks... now where'd they go!" Whatshisname suddenly shot out from the soda fountain, covered in something even worse: Disney contracts! "They went that way! I saw them dropping Disney contracts all over the place!" "The fiends! Come, Whatshisname, we haven't a moment to lose!" The two policemen shot off to their car, followed by the sound of bone hitting metal. "Damn. Hate it when that happens. Okay, OPEN the doors first, THEN get in!" After correcting themselves, they gunned the car, and promptly exploded into the air, screaming all the way. That left Weenieburger a shambles, and everyone either scorched, crushed, frozen, etc. And that was always the cue to leave at Weenieburger. *** Homicide reentered his secret compound after the press conference had ended. He was still amazed at how meticulous the police were in describing the crimes. He also began to wonder if it'd be a good idea to switch ammunition for a while. He made a note to use the high-yield mini-rockets during his next run. Physically and mentally, Homicide was exhausted. Even with the assistance of his rocket pack, he'd still needed to run through several blocks of alley before he spotted his quarry. Even cyborgs needed their rest occasionally. Homicide was getting ready to power down when the computer pinged at him. He sighed, then grumbled, "Enter." Camry walked in, carrying her photos, when she noticed that Homicide was a bit fatigued. She could level with him on that. Being a criminal didn't mean you never went to sleep. "Oh... this isn't a good time to come in, is it?" Camry asked, a hint of concern disguised in her voice. Over the past few days she'd changed a bit, maybe for better or maybe for worse. "I can come back later..." "No," he finally muttered. "Come in... I haven't had a good conversation in ages." He sat down in a nearby chair, being surprisingly out of character. Where was the intense evil that had been so visible just the other night? She sat herself down in front of him, not sure whether to pull up a chair or to reinforce the "evil minion" image. Shrugging, she sat down, and spread the pictures in front of her. "I've seen these before, Camry. I thought you had newer material than this." "Take a closer look." Camry then pointed to a specific spot on one of the pictures. Homicide's robot eye zoomed in on this spot, the rest of his face tensed in concentration. His face loosened when he saw the necklace. "Well, it would appear you've found something, Camry. Although I must admit, it certainly took you long enough." He accented the last two words with a slight hint of what could only be described as seductiveness. Camry started feeling uncomfortable again, and stood up. "I... I think I'll be going now," she said, her nervousness now embarrasingly evident. She turned toward the door... only to feel her get pulled down and toward Homicide. Fear started to trickle down her spine as she felt a hard metal weight press against her stomach. "Don't be so eager to leave," he whispered. "I have only just begun! Besides... I could use a bed warmer..." He smiled deviously, bringing Camry even closer to himself. Camry just shivered, on the verge of tears. She could only wonder what he would do... no, she did know. She was going to be raped, that had to be it. As she felt the knife start to cut through the fabric of her blouse, she cried softly into Homicide's neck... "Please..." she forced herself to say, her teeth gritting. "Be gentle with me... master." Homicide smiled once more, licking his lips expectantly... this was going to be fun. *** Apologies about that last scene: sometimes, you have to take the bull by the horns... A note to artists: if you are interested in doing some artwork, please contact me first. I will address any concerns you may have, give descriptions if you need them, and perhaps even request a different sketch if the one you give me is either unsatisfactory or just plain wrong. I can understand if you take a lot of time on your drawings, so don't worry about artificial deadlines. Wait until you get to a desk job. ;-)