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The New York Adventure of Toni Cipriani and the Arachnid Kid
"The mobster's plan to organize the underworld's mercenaries and gain political power to change history was unquestionably at stake for Toni Cipriani and his family tree." Toni knew he had to start strategizing differently when he saw super enhanced people getting into turf wars with criminals and crime lords of all kinds all over New York City. A few vigilantes in particular were known to have spectacular and daring abilities. Toni Cipriani might be able to use these abilities in the future. Toni's small one-bedroom apartment's television showed white and blue collared workers gathered in the streets of New York about to begin a strike outside the industrial research facility known as Green Tangerine Industries. The owner of the industries, Norman Osborn, had created a commotion that sparked a protest among the residents of Hell's Kitchen, but it has now spread to the residents of Yonkers, New York."
By LUiS Wrote THiS UNiVERSE6 years ago in Criminal
Fuentes Last Hit
"You sit around wondering how you ended up here, and everyone else you grew up with ended out there?" That was doing time for him. Reading letters about lives he could no longer imagine. Tatted up old timer, with enough status to get the best of everything, he did alright. Went in with two murder convictions, for the fam, and even at 15, that gave him a lot of cred. He shakes his head as an image of that night comes to mind, trying to drive the sounds and smells and feelings out of his mind; seventeen and fourteen, and they seemed like men to him back then, warriors. Now they looked like what they were, kids.
By John Ridgway6 years ago in Criminal
The Deed
Larry sat in his car puffing on a cigarette. Loretta hated it when he smoked in the car, but he continued to do it anyways. Glancing out the window he watched as the young kids played basketball in the school playground. And the young girls were sitting on the bench chatting among themselves. He wondered if they had any clue about real life yet. Did they even know what could happen to them. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Loretta. She was on the other side of the street at the dirty run down motel. He had followed her there and waited for her to come out again. He knew what he needed to do, and it had to be done today.
By Tammi Brownlee6 years ago in Criminal
Shackle the Past
Agent John Rathbone was transported back to Iraq and to the last moment he had held his partner Corporal Bosco, as she was dying. She had been shot twice at close range; the second shot found its mark under her left arm, bypassing her Kevlar vest. Rathbone saw what he thought was the shooter melting into the crowded market a short distance away. He called out to him in Arabic, “Wakef, Wallana Petucha,” Stop or I’ll shoot. The assailant turned, pointed his gun at him and leaned his head to the side and imitated shooting him, and he was gone.
By Marie-Claire6 years ago in Criminal
The Pickle-Tickler
I am known as the Pickle. To some, it’s Darth Pickle. I have been on his trail for weeks, always one step behind. That’s all right, because I can feel myself getting closer. Any day now, I’ll catch up with the Pickle-Tickler. He thinks he’s funny, but we’ll see who laughs last.
By Nicole Cormier6 years ago in Criminal
Selective Memory
Staring at the fluorescent glow of the red light masked behind the fog left over from the thunderstorm that happened that evening, Katherine began to recall those disturbing images playing over in her head like some dark and twisted fantasy world while her fingers tapped away on the steering wheel as she impatiently waited for the light to turn green. She knew she had to get away, and fast, but why? Despite those possible illusions or maybe even figments of her imagination she clearly remembered the images but couldn't remember how it all happened.
By Dallas Valo6 years ago in Criminal
Ashley Learns a Lesson
Ashley Von Brandt was sitting in her boss' office waiting for her boss to come in. Her boss said he had some good news for her, something about a promotion or at least an opportunity to make more money. She never has been unable to get along with her boss. Hell, she doesn’t even really know why he hired her in the first place. She was a waitress at a shitty bar at the time she met her boss, and all she did was help him calculate some numbers and he asked her to be his secretary. Maybe it’s because he knew who she was and that’s what tipped him off. She thought to herself how it would only be a matter of time before she gets fired as her boss walked through the door. Her boss was an older Irish man whose Irish swagger never left him, whether he was at a board meeting or waiting in line at Starbucks. He had recently become the CEO of Public Automotives, the largest and prosperous automotive company in Las Detras. “Looks like we have some business to attend to Ms. Brandt,” said Mr. Braden as he lit himself a cigar. Ashley scooted closer to her bosses desk and lit a cigarette of her own. “I think you can be of help to me, or more like obliged to do this for me,” said Mr. Braden.
By Julian Hayden6 years ago in Criminal
