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When it Rains it Heavy Rains
When It Rains, It Heavy Rains THE FOLLOWING IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE STUPID... The May night promised rain, but it lied. Dark ominous clouds sat in the sky watching as the wind mussed men's hair and peaked up women's dresses. Cat Jacklett decided to stay inside his cozy New York City apartment and play a video game. He remembered that he still hadn't finished "Heavy Rain." He was near the end of the game and very close to figuring out who the killer was, however it had been months since he had played. He guessed five or six. Cat also figured the games owner and all around suave artist type Jack McCoy would be wanting it back soon. Cat was a disheveled little man who never turned down a mystery or a beer. He sat at his gaming station in his room that smelled of M&Ms and farts. His gaming station was basically an old beat up black wooden computer desk with a 32-inch dusty monitor and a PS3 hooked up. There was also a PS2, but Cat couldn't tell you the last time it was turned on. DVD and game cases lay scattered; also discs sat scratched and dirty. Their cases were lost long ago. "Hulk", "Iron Man", "Fractured", and a "Worms" CD were just a few of the orphaned discs. Cat opened a cold PBR and powered on his machine. It hummed. The PS3 lit up green and his controller rumbled in his hand as he prepared to play. I guess this is the real beginning to the mystery. A fraction of a second goes by and time slows down as Cat sees that the game is not in the PS3. Instead it is a blu Ray copy of "The Raid." "How did this get in there?" As he wonders, he also remembers that he needs to return "The Raid" to his friend Petra Herena. Petra fancied himself a writer and cigarette smoker. Cat is sure that the last disc in the PS3 was "Heavy Rain." He decides that one of his lady roommates must have been watching movies in his room again. It had happened before so he reasonably deduces that it had happened again. He also figures that whoever watched "The Raid" put "Heavy Rain" back in it's case where it belonged. Boom! Case closed, or so Cat thinks. He opens the case to Heavy Rain only to find no game... Perplexed, the young gaming detective thinks maybe the game got put in the case for "The Raid." He looks there and it isn't there. "Where the crap could it be?" The anxiety starts to percolate within Cat. Tens of thoughts start to become hundreds. They all spin in his head like a Maytag going to work on a large load of dirty cloths. "Where is the game?" "Why was it moved?" "Who moved it?" "Was it him?" "The exterminator was here a few months ago." "Did he steal it?" Cat stands in silence for some minutes, scratching his head half the time and his butt the other half. "Let's just check every case in my room. It's here somewhere." Boom! His cool, aloof demeanor explodes into a frantic search for the game. He opens case after case mostly finding the discs that belong in them. Others are empty. Cat does not do this neatly. He is a hurricane flinging all objects in the air. It's up to them where they land. Every case is checked and still no "Heavy Rain". When Cat got perplexed and vexed he would twist strands of his hair 'tween his index finger and thumb. He's doing this now. Did his ex roommate steal it out of spite when she left on bad terms? He let's go of that cuz he knows she was not smart enough to pull this off. He had a girl over a few weeks ago. "Did she take it?" "I should call her." "The foot locker!" Cat snaps open the green foot locker his mom gave him for college. It has stickers all over it from his ska/punk days. The locker is full of old things Cat isn't ready to let go of; letters from ladies, instruction manuals for things he no longer has, books that he'd never read, and a box of his important papers. It also has a bunch of CDs that were thrown in just cuz they needed an out of the way home. Cat had cleaned his room about a month ago so maybe, just maybe he had tossed the game in there. He tries to search in an organized manner but in his excited state he ends up tossing the locker. He finds issues of "Y the Last Man." These were sitting on his desk while he was last playing "Heavy Rain." He must be close. A pile of discs next to the issues looks promising. One by one he flings away discs that are not the one he wants. He finds forgotten burnt music mixes and porn, but no game. Sitting in the destruction of his room Cat thinks of anyplace the game might be. He wonders if he had let a friend borrow it. "No." For an instant he gives into the idea of supernatural foul play. He smiles and hopes, but "No." He remembers a Christmas tin he keeps in the closet full of trinkets with sentimental value. "No?" "But a good detective follows up all hunches." He jumps to his feet with the cat like reflexes the old Cat Jacklett was famous for and runs to his closet. With frantic force he opens the door and dives to the bottom of his cluttered closet. He frees the tin from underneath a pile of clothes like the king of laundry mountain, as if he is saving it from drowning. He pulls off the lid and empties it onto his bed. He examines the content and finds junk. He wonders why he had kept half of the stuff. There is a small wooden box he had made from scrap wood. Pausing, he opens it and looks at the horseshoe earring with diamonds on it. The girl he should have been braver for gave it to him. He slows down and thinks about her for sometime. "She..." "The game!" In a moment, he deduces where it is... Like all the past puzzle memories coming together to solve the mystery; he figured it out. The DVD "Fracture" was case-less because he had watched it a few months ago. He must have put "Heavy Rain" into that case. Knowing that was where the game was he calmly walked into the living room and found the case for "Fracture." He opened it... Case closed.
By jay catlett4 years ago in Fiction
Let's Play
Her slanted eyes were low and looked as if she were sleepy as she looked out at the audience of men that were paying very close attention to the way she moved her body to the slow, sexy sounds of R. Kelly’s song Throw This Money on You. She wrapped her thick thighs around the dance pole and slowly climbed her way to the top before leaning back and opening her legs as if they were a pair of scissors. Her hair fell back; blowing in the wind which was produced by an industrial-sized fan that was place on the stage to give an effect. She slowly slid down the pole in that formation; long, lustrous hair hitting the floor before her. Once on the floor, she turned from her back to her knees, slowly came up; ass towards the men that were making it rain on the stage with dollars and more dollars, lightly dragged one finger over the triangular-shaped piece of material that was covering her kitty and twirled her tongue around the finger of her other hand.
By Tammi Aldridge 4 years ago in Fiction
Daddy's Boy
Daddy’s Boy Chapter One 3 AM I am awoken by the sound of heavy breathing in my ear, I roll over to Anubis laying next to me sound asleep. Anubis is my six-month-old Great Dane who despite his large size still thinks he is a lap dog. Jet black in color he looks way more intimidating than he is in reality. I got out of the bed and grabbed my phone only to have him roll into my spot and get more comfortable. Off in the corner of the room Cleopatra raises her head to make sure that I am ok. She is my year old Savannah cat. I walked over to her and scratched her on the head letting her know that I was ok and she purred and then laid back down in her bed.
By Lawrence Pittman-Jones4 years ago in Fiction
The Protection of Magical Creatures and Otherworldly Beasts
Water crashed against the hull, knocking the ship roughly as it sailed towards the island. The crew hunkered down, their destination in sight, if only they could reach it before the storm worsened. The clouds swirled from fluffy white to a ghastly grey, heavy with rain threatening to pour perhaps all at once. Electricity tinged the air, they could feel it prickling the hairs on their skin, so attuned as they were to the subtle warnings Mother Nature provided.
By Jade Hadfield4 years ago in Fiction
Bringing in the New Year
The official countdown had started. The clock was ticking. Only 24 hours left. Some chose to throw parties swarming with crowds to welcome in the new year. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with assembling gatherings to celebrate the conclusion of another year with numerous people, but it wasn’t their tradition.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
Hux at the Armory
Huxley Wheeler: Log Number 23 April 1st - April fools day 24 days since the fog started: I left early in the morning letting everyone know I was leaving. I wasn’t worried about going out alone. I could take out a dozen Empties in my sleep after what happened in Yellowstone. I set out to bring back dozens of guns and thousands of rounds of ammo and possibly even a Humvee or a tank. One of the perks of the new Emptie America is I can have any car or truck I want. In such a small country town finding a massive six wheeled truck was pretty easy. Just a few miles from the base I drove over to the Military Armoury. The fence was still up and the building was fairly intact. I could make out the hum of electricity from the electric fence still working. A building still having electricity almost a month since the fog shouldn’t be possible. As far as I was aware there were no other buildings in the city that still had functioning electricity. I parked and took my shotgun to secure the perimeter of the fence on the opposite side of the building where there was a group of Empties. They had no ripped clothes and no missing arms or legs. Seeing them not move or attack me was a comforting and a terrifying feeling. They looked as if they hadn't moved since the fog, standing and staring at the armoury. Being careful not to touch the fence. As I approached them they didn’t move, they couldn’t be bothered to look at me. They had no drive to hunt their prey. I calmly walked up and blew all their heads off. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a camera, red light on, pointed right at me. I tried not to look right at it to see if it would follow me as I walked back to the truck. It didn’t move and stayed in place on the now dead Empties. I switched guns and I shot the hinges on the fence gate and disconnected it from the power supply. I kicked the gate open, and walked with caution. I could feel eyes on me with the cameras pointed around the building. One right at me, again. I pointed my gun at the building and shot out the camera’s, each sparking with electricity after each shot. The door wasn’t locked so I was able to walk right in. The lights were off, I clicked on the flashlight attached to my M27. In the circle of light I was able to see four fully geared up and helmeted soldiers, pointing their guns back at me.
By Jared Laws4 years ago in Fiction
Blades
Chapter 3. San Francisco looked absolutely beautiful during winter. It was early morning December 4th 2021. Heading into work all of the buildings were lit up like a Christmas tree. The white hue illuminating the city before the sun even rose. Stopping off at my new favorite coffee shop before work I ordered my usual vanilla breve. Velo Rouge Café was a small mom and pop coffee shop practically every hipster on Arguello boulevard got caught at during their 7am opening. And for a good reason too. I was waiting for my usual Leipheimer Breakfast Burrito to-go. The perfect burrito for a pregnant woman. Egg, black beans, home fries, cheese, salsa, avocado, sour cream, bacon and fresh chips with salsa. As I’m standing there waiting while starting to drink my breve I here a voice in my right ear that not only sends a chill down my spine but butterflies in the pit of my stomach swoon.
By Michaela J Scull4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 30
I was sitting outside the hospital room, peering through the small window of the door every couple seconds hoping I'd get to see how my father was doing. So far, the doctors had hooked him up to a few machines and gave him quite a few tests. I had no idea why. It was just a minor gunshot wound. Is getting shot really that difficult to take care of? My eyes kept getting watery at the thought of Rev shooting my father.. and no matter how hard I tried to forget what happened, it still happened. All I've wanted to do since it happened was the scream at Rev. Or at anyone, or anything, in general. I just need to let out a perfectly good scream at whatever came into my way. God, I wish Michael was here. He'd offer to be my screaming pillow so I can let out my frustrations.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Blades
Chapter 2.New Beginnings Jackson went outside to pull up to the semi circle in front of the ER entrance as 2 nurses helped me into a wheel chair. God damn my body hurt worse than it ever felt in my life. “Thank you” I told both of them as they slowly lowered me down into the seat. “You’re very welcome Rory” I hear being said in the most seductive deep voice into my right ear, close enough to feel his breath on my neck. I look up as I see the same man who was in the ambulance and also happened to be in the OR during my surgery. He was grinning at me with his chizzled jaw and a deep dimple peering out from the left side of his perfect white teeth and plump lips. Wtf? He was a nurse? I was so confused by this man. He literally did everything in the freakin hospital. “I told you I would take care of you Rory, you were safe with me.” He lets the words fall into the minimal space in between my ear and that perfect bottom lip of his. His smirk is gone and he looks serious with his words.
By Michaela J Scull4 years ago in Fiction
The Unlived Life
We find a place at the hospital to park; the cop pulls in right beside us. I look at my good hand and it’s shaking like a leaf in a tornado. I don’t want to be here. I just want to be by myself. I look at mom with a nervous grimace. She looks at my shaking hand.
By Rachel Nelson4 years ago in Fiction
A Former Superhero Chapter 2: Dimension-Hopping
<Written by Jeremiah and Matthew Ellison> It’s been two weeks since Jeremiah has joined the Soular Protection Agency (SPA) and nothing interesting has happened in those last two weeks. We currently find Jeremiah recounting tales of his hero career to the agents of SPA, all while one is leaving his shift and heading home to just pass out on the floor to sleep for the entire day, leaving two agents left to hear his tales.
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
Ancestral Fire
Kheniya’s feet jutted over the edge of a slender ledge as the sun blazed behind her mahogany back like an explosion of fiery wings. She was closer to the heavens than she’d ever been before standing on the highest building in the slums. The heat scraped against her skin settling in the fine black ceremonial lines that adorned her body. She spread her arms in defiance, pushing through the thickness of the air as if to scream, “Look at me”.
By Sunflower Starchild4 years ago in Fiction