Mr. Kyce's story.

[sjrathbun812]

Alright, this is story I'm writing. A, yeah, any way:

                                                                                                                        CHAPTER ONE

                                                                                                                            A Conference

"Hi, my names Mr. Kyce. I once had a beautiful girlfriend named Rachel. But yeah, I did That is, until we got in a fight. I told her she didn't understand a word I said, and, well, I don't like going into details but, we broke up, and yeah, here I am. Now, lately these guy's called the MGM, AKA, the Mean Green Machines. Have been questioning me about Rachel. And I've been like 'Why the heck do you want to know about her?!' And yeah, they didn't like that. and they made me sink deeper in the sand pit by pulling the police and government into the fray. and this is where my REAL story begins...............

"Mr. kyce," one of the MGN's said. "can you tell us who this girl is?"

"...........No." I said.

"And why may that be?"

"I know what you guy's do."

"Mr. Kyce, here's a video tape, can you identify with it?"

"What's on it?" I said as I leaned forward.

"It's you and that gal talking about what-not, and we want to know what." He said as he stuck it in the cassette player.

It started playing, and seeing me and Rachel almost made me shed a tear. I fought it back.

"Heh," I chuckled half sniffed. "That's me and her talking about the up coming winter, making plan's on such, Where'd you get it?"

"That's none of your concern," one of the other MGN's snapped. " Only answer questions we give you."

"Smith," another one said, "Take it easy, getting mad at him won't help us."

Smith snorted.

"Yeah, yeah, you don't need to give me a lecture Sam."

".........Anyway, You sure you don't know her name?" Sam said.

"Your in hot water buddy, don't push yourself deeper in." Smith growled.

"Fine, it's Rachel ok? Now untie me." I said, noticing that my wrist's started getting sores.

"Smith, untie him" Sam said.

"But we hardly got anything out of him!"

" DO IT SMITH" Sam said more sternly.

Smith looked at him for a second, Made a ugly smirk, then untied me rather roughly.

"Now off with you, he said."

I got up, rubbed my wrist's a little, and walked out the door hurriedly.

"Sam, what was that? We were just getting stuff out of him!" Smith said.

"Take a good look Smith, do you realize that if we make one wrong move, the govenment will turn on us instead? We should plan out our strategy." Sam said.

Smith stared at him dumbly. then with a slow answer, he said,

"Yeah, I guess I hadn't thought about that." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"We'll call him up some other time." Sam said. " For now, let's think this out."

                                                         

...........More of it to come, hopefully.

[Fluxy]

Seems interesting. Glad to see more people getting into fanfics lately. This is definitely to continue.

[sjrathbun812]

Thanks!                                                                              CHAPTER TWO

                                                                                      Kyce Meets With Rachel

As I walked out the door, I made a sigh of relief.

"Next thing I know, they'll start asking me about a raccoon in a cage!" I said.

There were two alleys to go back home. One short the other long,

"Of course, I never take the short one" I said shivering. "That's the path to death that is, Smith's dog 'razer' stays there, and he hates me as much-----or more then Smith does!"

I walked along, whistling softly to myself. then suddenly I triped over somebody's shoe.

"Oi! looky what we got here mates!" somebody said.

staggering up, I looked around myself surprised.

"What is it Rick?" somebody else said.

"Found someone you might wanna see." Rick said.

"Great, what's happening now?" I thought.

"Oi, isn't that the guy who had some what a relationship with Rachel?" Another said.

"Looks to me like it." Rick said.

"Right then, let's take him with us." One of them said.

They grabbed me firmly by the arm's.

"Hey! what's going on?!"I said

"No worries mate, you'll be fine." One of them said.

For some reason, this didn't sound very reassuring. One of them opened a door, then they tossed me through it. I heard someone crying.

"What's that?" I said.

"Your beloved Rachel." One of them said sarcastically and rolling his eyes.

"Kyce?" Rachel sniffed, "Kyce is that you?"

"Rachel!!! what have you done to her?!" I said.

"Oh, not much." another said.

"That's a lie! look at her!!!" I said.

Rachel had bruises all over, was in rages, shivering, and covered in cut's.

"For what she DID this isn't much anyway."

"Wha---Rachel hasn't done anything!"

"That's easy for you to say." Rick said Growling.

"She's been stealing our goods ever since you two broke up." Rick snorted.

"It's true Kyce," Rachel said. "ever since that night I've been going crazy!"

She reached out for my hand but I pushed it away.

"Your not the Rachel you used to be then..............." I said regretfully.

"Kyce!!!!" Rachel yelled.

I walked away not turning back, and for some reason, the guards let me through......................

More to come. And don't be upset, this is NOT the end.

[sjrathbun812]

                                                                                                              CHAPTER THREE

                                                                                                            Kyce and the MGM's

Back at home I wept bitterly for me and Rachel. I could have fixed everything, but didn't.

"What's happened to me?!" I cried.

It seemed that Rachel wasn't the only one who had gone crazy.

The phone rang, but I didn't pick it up, not at a time like this. At one point I finally picked it up since it wouldn't stop ringing and I was getting a headache.

"Who is it?" I said.

"Sir, this is the MGM's here, we want you to come to us at once."

"What for?"

.....................No answer.

"They probably hung up." I said.

Slipping on my jacket and hat I stepped out into the rain.

"Typical, depressing day's for some reason always have clouds or rain, but never sun." I laughed, then sighed.

When I got there, it was dark in the room. I tried feeling for a switch but found none. Then suddenly blinding light came on. For a second I squinted, then I was binded.

"Not this again....." I said. "Why do you always tie me up to a chair?"

Nobody said anything.

"Fine be that way." I huffed.

"Alright mister Kyce, that was some of my fellow bums on the street were the one's that took you to Rachel. We hopped that you could give us some information about her but apparently, you didn't. And since it won't hurt now knowing that you don't care about her anymore, were going to send her to prison." Sam said.

"Why?"

"You know why, for stealing and all that." Smith said rolling his I eyes.

"huh, yeah, about that, I actually was the one who stole that stuff." I lied.

"What?" Smith said, " that can't be, we-"

"Never mind Smith, show him the tape."

Smith stuck it in the cassette player.

"How about that, looks like a girl to ME." Sam said.

"Well then it's not Rachel." I said, trying desperately to get her out of trouble.

"Pheh, you think we'll believe that?" Smith said.

"................It's not very likely is it?" I said.

"'Fraid not."

"Well then, guess that takes care of that, I'm leaving." I said hopping they'd let me go.

"Not so fast Kyce," Sam said, "We need to talk more."

"Sorry, Don't want to."

"Sorry, you have to." Smith said with his ugly smirk.

I squirmed in my seat trying to get comfortable.

"Looks like I'm going to be here a while."

Again, more to come, hopefully, but is it just me, or is it going down hill? I'm starting to run out of idea's pretty quick. Please comment.