VIOLATION Prologue As written by Razorback Jack (glendarl@worldnet.att.net) TTA characters (c) Warner Brothers/Amblim Ent. 2000 LT characters (c) Warner Brothers 2000 Heavy Gear characters/equipment (c) Activision 2000 Third-party characters (c) their creators 2000 Any new character added into this story is either one I have created or one created withn the consent of the party representing the character. *** Obligatory First Note: Greetings, and welcome to my new TTA fan-fic. Though this is my first full-fledged TTA fan-fic, I have attemped to write a story related to the universe of the Looney Tunes and Tiny Toons. It flopped, mainly because I may have written several characters out-of-character, and the fact that it straddled the line between TTA and TTBS a little too uncomfortably for my taste. All in all, I think this next project might straddle those lines again, but not for any sexual content. No, more for violence and language than anything else. I'd rate this story R, but I should know that the PG-13 rating is flexible...and anyone who's seen "The Fifth Element" should agree with me. Now, some of you may have seen the trailer on HKUriah's mailing list, and some of you may not have. But my outlines are threadbare...questions still rattle through your mind. Who is this mystery assassin? Why is he trying to kill Lola Bunny? Will it be a good story? In due time, I shall answer these questions...after all, you know the old maxim..."Good things come to those who wait..." and it certainly applies in this case. All ready to go? Right! On we go! *** Chapter 1: Kennedy Syndrome For a time, they were a focal point of the media. The marriage of Bugs and Lola Bunny shortly after the completion of "Space Jam" certainly drew the attention of the Acme Acres Media Establishment (henceforth to be refered to as AAME. This should not be confused with ACME, producer of quality products used for years to increase humorous effect). For two months after the wedding, AAME continually hounded the new couple, probing a bit too far into their personal lives. Tabloids flew around making very inflammatory remarks about the couple, claiming anything from the sensible to the obscene to the just plain ridiculous. And when Jessica was born, AAME jumped on them again. Finally, after much actions, including a nearly-fulfilled threat on the part of Bugs to blow the AAME offices to bits and pieces, AAME finally let up, and the family could live in peace. However, when Jessica was "abducted" (to put it in terms which might explain the family's feelings), Lola and Bugs kept it under wraps to avoid AAME detection. A few tabloids here and there tried to reveal the story, but they were largely ignored. After Jessica's return, and a whirlwind of events too lengthy to accurately mention here, the family of Bugs and Lola settled down once more. They thought they could live in peace...but alas, that dream was still as far away as ever. A new threat loomed like a dark cloud...but neither the Bunnies, nor the mighty AAME knew of it...or it's intended effect... --- Six thirty past midday (6:30 pm in layman's terms). A dark alley laid almost untouched in the vast city known as Acme Acres. Not even the various thugs, hoodlums, and general scum went there (thus attesting to the horrid conditions of the alley). But on this night, the silence would be broken by an unsuspected visitor. A red circle glowed in an enclave to the side of the alley. A circle that would eventually tell a tale of tragedy, anger, and of insrmountable odds undertaken by one dark individual...who, you ask? You do not know...and yet you do not wish to know... The circle continued to glow in it's crimson color, moving slightly as if to say it were attached to something...like a head. It then turned in on itself, disappearing after doing so. Then a solitary noise...a mechanical noise...was heard as it mingled with the sound of feet going through puddles. A voice can also be heard... "The hunt begins..." --- At the residence of Bugs and Lola, everything had quieted down considerably. Now that AAME was no longer concerned with their affairs, they could actively live a life they had wanted. Bugs was just getting home from the Looniversity. Some nut stuffed a vial of nitroglycerin into Elmer Fudd's hat while he wasn't looking. The resulting mess took two hours to clean up, all the while AAME giving updates to their newsroom a few miles away. Bugs was really beginning to get ticked off by AAME's activities. "When's AAME going ta stop wit dis "exclusive story" gimmick? De've been shoving dis stuff down our troats for ages! Can't dey just take a hint and LEAVE?" Bugs opened the door and walked on in, holding a briefcase (which Bugs didn't usually do except in cases where he needed to take something from his job back home to study). Lola then walked in and greeted Bugs cherfully. "Hi Bugs." "Hi Lola." They exchanged a kiss, which nowadays was more commonplace than Montana Max's money scams...which is saying quite a lot, when you think about it. Hmm, wouldn't their lips be sore by now? Oh, wait, they're toons...scratch that. *SCRATCH!* Ow! Hey! I didn't mean literaly! Buncha liberals... Anyway, Bugs put down his briefcase and went into the kicthen along with Lola. Then a yellow blur hit Bugs like the proverbial ton of bricks. When he could get his head up, Jessica was straing into his face! "Dad! You're back!" "Whoa kiddo, you've got ta loin not ta go jumping on me like dat!" "Sorry. In Japan I learned this as a personality." "A poisonality? What kind?" "The 'Unbearably Cute and Energetic Teenager.'" "Figures." Jessica let Bugs off the floor, now with a genuine Bugs Bunny-shaped dent. And you know what fixing those dents cost...no better than the auto industry! *ahem* Now that Bugs was up, he sat down in a conveniently located easy chair (well, as convenient as you could get at Bugs' status...) and took a breather. He picked up the paper and started to read. "Hmm...'Yosemite Sam caught hold jug of moonshine, Acme Acres yawns.' Good ol' Sam...he'd never do anyting smart 'less someone told 'im!" Suddenly, Yosemite burst in, carrying his trademark six-shooters. "Ah heard that, ya varmint!" "Sam, ya surprise me. Why would ya bust in ta my humble home when ya know you couldn't hit da broad side of a barn?" "That's gone and done it, rabbit! Say yer prayers..." Suddenly, something shot up from out of the floorboards, but it wasn't any rabbit. And don't get me started about the KGB... He was a human, wearing a black business suit, black fedora, white shirt with grey tie, and towered above the other two by a good two feet or so. He held a briefcase, and almost seemed like the perfect gentleman. That is, until he started talking. "Good evening, gentlemen, I am Mr. A of the IRS..." Bugs and Sam shrieked in horror and ducked behind any available furniture. "...and no, the intials DON'T stand for 'Internal Revenue Service.' It stands for 'Inane Roach Society.'" Bugs and Sam quickly reverted to their previous places. "Ahl right, varmint, what's ya business heah?" "Well...Sam, is it? Anyway, Sam, I have come to press legal charges." "Legal charges?! If yah talkin' 'bout bringin' me in, yah ain't gonna do it!" "Not quite like that, but it's close. I am Mr. A of the IRS, and I am a lawyer, tax collector, accountant, telemarketer, KGB agent, politician, mortician, game show host, and all-around thug." Bugs and Sam stared wide-eyed at Mr. A, not knowing if it was a good sign. Bugs decided to find out. "Doc, just how'd you get to be like this?" "Hey, ever since Lance Ito became a sitting judge, ANYTHING'S possible!" Mr. A turned to Sam, a devious glare in his eyes. "Now, Sam, I am representing Mr. Bugs Bunny (see Case of Yosemite Sam vs. the City of Acme Acres, page 96, paragraph 12, subparagraph 8, clause 4) in a lawsuit brought against you, on charges of entrapment, illegal handling of firearms, misuse of funds, alcohol abuse, refusal to advance to modern clothing and styles, lack of competence, and inability to capture anything." "Whuzzat ahl 'bout?" "You'll see. Here's the statement on the amount you need to pay." Mr. A pulled out a scroll and rolled it out. His right hand covered what text was on the right side, but on the left was a clearly marked dollar amount. "Ten thousand dollahs, eh? Ahl be dad-burned! I can pay that easy!" "Oh, sorry. This is only a fraction of it." Mr. A released hold of the bottom part of the scroll, and it rolled down, going about six miles before stopping. Sam's jaw dropped, his skin paled, his pupils narrowed, and finally he let out a blood curdling scream. He dropped his guns and dashed outside, with Mr. A in hot pursuit. "Hey! And here's a charge for littering! Come back here! You can't escape the law for long, skiver! Get back here or I'll have you shot on sight!" As the two ran away, Bugs slammed the door and locked it. He exhaled a sigh of relief, and went to the kitchen where Lola has finished fixing dinner. --- At around 9:30 pm, Lola and Bugs went to sleep in their room. But outside, a somehow familiar presence stood. His silhouette was greatly amplified by the moon's brightness, even though the moon wasn't really providing the light. And a red circle...the stranger from the alley had come to the house...but for what purpose? "Hmm...they're asleep. Perhaps it's time I inspected the place. It will help me later..." The person as yet unidentified crept closer to the house. He came to the door of the house and tried to open it. Finding it locked, he then stood back and looked downward to some object. "Nanosecond, skeleton key." The object lit up, and soon it clearly reveal itself...a gun. But no ordinary gun, a gun with a computer brain. An attachment came out of the front end below the barrel. The person stuck the attachment into the lock, and soon opened the door. He ventured through the halls and corridors of Bunny Manor (a name with some definite overtones, when compared with Bugs' previous homes) until he came across the door to an office. The reason we know is because when the person opened the door, a veritable avalanche of papers fell in, causing no real noise. When the man dug himself out, he then walked into the office and looked over the papers. Then the red circle became white and illuminated his path. With the light, however, it was now possible to see who the mysterious visitor was. A cyborg. The cyborg walked through the papers, trying to avoid lumps which could well have hidden furniture. "Why do I feel like I've come across Bill Gates' media offices? There's got to be SOMETHING I can use in here!" The cyborg sifted through papers, carefully noting information that could well be valuable. And then the real discovery... A book. A Cartoon Physics book. The cyborg smiled. "What have we here? Something I can use, methinks. Maybe I can learn of a way to fulfill my mission..." The cyborg put the book under his arm and carefully went through the papers to get back out. When he finally got out, he heard something. Being a cyborg, he not only had enhanced sight (at least in one eye), but enhanced hearing as well. Quickly, the cyborg dashes away, leaving a couple of footprints behind him and a messy office. He dashed out the door no sooner than Lola had come out in her robe. Her eyes had already been adjusted to the dark (yessir, carrots are chaper than night vision goggles and oh so more reliable!), so she saw the mess. She raised an eyebrow in wonder. "Odd...I don't remember anyone opening this door...hello, what's this?" Lola knelt on the ground and spotted footprints. One looked like a normal bootprint. The other...well, she wasn't sure what to make of it. Let's just say she didn't think it was 'normal' as far as footprints went. She stood up and began to try and piece things together. "Hmm...someone must have tried to break in...I'll tell Bugs later...I don't think he wants to be awakened by this." With that, Lola went back to the bedroom. Outside, the cyborg (who had thoughtfully remembered to close the door) now stood again, but this time looking off into the night. "So, I have a challenge ahead of me! That should be no problem...for me, the indomitable assassin...Homicide!" To Be Continued... *** If you're expecting any copyrights down here, you missed it. No, wait, there is ONE thing I need to mention... Any artwork that is to be drawn in relation or even in tandum with this story is to be first directed to the author for consideration and revision. Rough drafts only, please. Random Stupid Saying: "THEY COULDN'T HIT AN ELEPHANT AT THIS DIST-!" -General Whatshisname (I forgot his real name), at the Battle of Spotsylvania In case you're wondering, he was shot before he could finish. What a tacky wqay to go :p...