“Mr. Moreau! Mr. Moreau” a Dark haired reporter waved to Joker as he walked by in the hospital lobby. ”Khalisah Bint Sinan AL-Jilani of Westerlund News. Would you answer a few questions?”
“No.” said Joker as he continued on to the hospitals elevator.
“Mr. Moreau, humanity demands to know...” AL-Jilani started. but stopped as Joker turned around with his fists clenched.
“ I said I didn’t want to answer your bullshit questions!”Joker hissed and pointed harshly at AL-Jilani.
“Try Urdnot Wrex, I hear he loves pushy reporters who won’t take no for an answer. In fact, he has a nice collection of their heads mounted on his wall.” he added as he entered the elevator with two guards.
Jeff “Joker” Moreau nodded to the pair of guards as he arrived on his floor, an action he had repeated hundreds of times for the small army guarding the entire building. Joker felt a rush of air as the elevator door slid closed behind him. He moved down the small corridor to a small unassuming room. Opening the door he looked towards the center of the room. Commander Shepard lay, comatose, amid a mass of ...
"I'm heading out to make an arrest." He replied, his tone carried a slight hint of Incertitude as to the motive of this inquiry.
2) "I thought about something Rahim khan had said just before he hung up... There is a way to be good again."
“It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.” Batman mutters under his
Quickly, I make my way to the waiting Blackhawk helicopter. Even with my full combat load strapped to my back the rotor wash threatens to push me over. My face is pelted with grass and other debris; motivation and determination makes me run harder. As I reach the Blackhawk the Black-shirt directs me to one of four repel lines anchored to the aircraft. I wrap the line through my d-ring and climb into the cabin. I wait, crouched in the doorway, for my three other comrades to finish their hookup. The Black-shirt completes his check of our hookups and gives the pilot the thumbs-up. Abruptly, the helicopter lifts into the air leaving my stomach somewhere below.
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
...ry professionally trained killer could have sprinted the 10 feet in half a second and knocked Leonard out cold. The last chance wasted, private Joker stands like a statue waiting for the end. All hope is lost when Leonard loads the magazine and chambers the first round. There is no question that things have gone too far. Gunnery sergeant Hartman bursts into the latrine and amidst a barrage of verbal observations about the current situation, poses the question to private Joker, “why aren’t you stomping private pyle’s guts out?”. Private Joker’s failure to do just that, cost the lives of two marines that day. The cost of private Joker’s actions, and his inactions, would be high. He would have to live with them for the rest of his life.
A MP who preformed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation revived Dr. MacDonald. He told the police he and his wife stayed up drinking some orange liquor. She went to bed and he stayed up to finish watching the Johnny Carson show. MacDonald fell asleep on the sofa. He was awakened by screams of his wife and daughters. MacDonald claimed that three men standing over the sofa started to attack him with a bladed weapon and a baseball bat. He identified the person holding the bat as a black man with an army jacket with E-6 stripes and two white men, one carrying the bladed weapon. Before he was knocked unconscious he said that there was a lady in the back with a large floppy hat, holding a candle and was saying “acid is groovy” and “kill the pigs.”
“I know you di’nt, but we gotta get out of here or you're gonna get shot.”
“No, let me!” yells Abdul. He points his sword at the king and the assassin, and slowly walks towards them.
“Well he’s a most wanted criminal, he says he’s got some information on some foreign attack” he explained.
"And what do you want from me, you frightening monstrosity whom my innocent and sheltered eyes should never have been made to look upon?"
“Now tell me what I want to know, before I shoot you in the face.”
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Flanagan got in Clawd’s face, an unfathomable look of rage in his eyes. “Tell me.”