Cop Cars flew through the forest streets. Through the plains of root for which vision was concealed. The Old Forest of rich thickets and sharp trees.
Tall oaks, that bore the sky to blindness, with mere meager sals of leaves to ease from darkness to light, and bloom sight sensationalized by the sun - oh but slightly.. oh but slightly....
But as they drove, the cop cars were flung away. Departed of hold. Thrown avast a plethora of place beyond the hold of road. And by what, HE did not know.
He only saw the wreckage. The carnage. The destruction. The ruin which remain, as he roamed further and further up, so to not be left behind.
He'd joined the crew late. He was behind the pack. But closer, closer. Further, further. He drove on, and on, seeing the remains of fallen allies, frolocking in pain, or just plain ol dead.
One or the other. He drove he drove he drove, aye, that he did.
The man, the myth, the legend. Ed Sulliman, the cop.
Ed Sulliman was a mighty cop. With brute strength oozing out the mightest and buffest of muscles a man could wiled, he sir had become a legend.
He'd killed 500 criminals, and'd totalled 200 less! He was a brute sir, completely hairy all over his stomach.
He was a short man. But his balls were huge. He smoked 20 c*garettes per day, but only all at once.
Women loved him. And men wanted to be him. Some men also loved him, and there were also women who wanted to be him. Lots of weirdos out there from both sides.
He had a surplus from the military as well, cause he used to be an army man. So his current day paycheck wasn't too bad.
Ed Sulliman had it all. Money. Fame. Power. Women.
But... there was one thing he did not have. One tragic thing this hero lacked, and it something he would never again receive.
Love.
Ed Sulliman never felt love again.. Not since the incident. When his wife died in the fires of a New Jersey delis basement.
Why did a Deli even had a basement? Well, let's just say it came with the estate of the building.
A crooked building. One leaning slightly to the left. Ah, lemme tell ya about it.
On January 1st, 2003, an arsonist by the name of Lebo, had set his eyes on the deli after they gave him wheat bread when he clearly asked for Texas Toast.
The fools, that deli was! That mistake would change the lives of countless innocents!
At rush hour, that evening, as the deli was swarmed with customers aching for an oogle of deli sandwich and meat, the fire was cast in the front of the store. And behind the store.
And all around the store. And also in the store. The sprinklers of the store hadn't been working that day.
Actually, they hadn't been working for months, because that b*stard manager was too cheap to ever pay the water bill. Except on inspection days of course. And so, a fire hazard was created. Of course, everyone's always like, why do I have to worry about a fire hazard? We have fire drills and all that, but it's not like there'll ever be a REAL fire, riiiight?
And then when a fire did actually, nobody was prepared!
Firefighters arrived, alongside the complimentary police officer every 911 phone call has. And that officer just so happened to be Ed Sulliman. And one of the people in that store just so happened to be Ed Sulliman's wife.
Ed screamed. He ran to the door, but dodged a cocktail thrown from above by a masked Lebo, whomst cried with snicker of cheer and laughter for the act of horror he was inhibiting comittence of.
Ed Sulliman cursed him, and angrily shook his fist, whilst the firefighters ran past him, hozing their hoses in try to combat the flames.
But by now, hope was growing thin. The flames were rising. The flames were coveting more and more of the store. The people inside were growing exhausted. And Lebo howled like a wolf to the moon.
He howled, and he howled.
He screeched, and he screeched.
He cried and he cried. Jeers of fever.
Of smile and laughter. Laughing, laughing, laughing.
Only to cease, when Ed shot at him.
Ed hit near Lebo's neck. Blood spurt. Lebo screamed. He'd been shot at a lot before, by cops, and etc. But he'd never actually been shot before. This was something revolutionary.
Something new.
Because Ed Sulliman wasn't some NPC background cop who constantly missed.
He was THE Cop. Ed the Cop!
And he fired again, a bullet hitting Lebo in the stomach as he tried to run out of sight. The man was on the roof, dumping more and more gasoline from above and to below.
Ed Sulliman wouldn't have none of that shtuff. He rushed over to the windows of the deli, seeing his wife and a bunch of other strangers screaming in fear.
"DELILAHHH!!" He screamed.
And she, the young Delilah Sulliman, age 23, looked to he at first with distress. But then, a smile. A smile of reassurance, proud and happy that her beloved was there. Sure, that he would save her.
"I'LL STOP THIS, DELILAH!" he screamed.
Through the window, he saw her lips move. Passionate lips, unwavering, unfearful. Brave and beautiful. Eching out aloofly, a phrase she'd said a million times before. "Go get em, tigah."
The firefighters ran right past him again, swarming in spry to shoot out their wet water hoses.
And as they did so, Ed looked above. To that man. That menace. That evil cretin who started this all.
"LEBOOOOO!"
Ed screamed, as he rushed right up the nearby steely staircase.
He climbed, and climbed, and climbed. Up and up and up. All the way to the top!
Lebo threw some things down at him. Some barrels. A few impractical hammers. Even some gasoline and a match.
But he endured it. He dodged what he could (like he match) and took on the rest (like the hammer). And before long, he reached the top. "LEBOOOOO!!!"
Finally, there was nowhere to run for the arsonist. Ed Sulliman paced forward. And Lebo paced back. Back, and back.. till he reached near the end of the roof's edge, and realized.. he could run no more.
Lebo stepped forward to meet Ed Sulliman. "I'll give you one chance Lebo! Surrender!" "Heh, that's a good one, detective!"
"I'm gonna f*** your a** into nothing if you don't give up!" "Oh yeah we-.. wait. Wh-what?"
Ed Sulliman rushed forward, and flew the first punch. Their brawl began. First after fist, relentless tackling blow after blow.
The two hit each other over and over. Blood spilled. Wounds gashed. The sound of screams began to coerce. Pain and anger, a surging merge consuming soul. Menacing further hatred.
But in a fight.. in any fight at all... at least one side would eventually lose.
And that side for a moment seemed to be Ed. One certain punch knocked him down. And he lingered on the edge of the wall. Bleeding. Pained. His head confused. Everything lookin pretty fuzzy.
Lebo stood over Ed, menacingly, and with pride. "Well, it seems the one who's a** is getting f*cked... is YOU!" "Not on your life time, LEEEBOOOO!!!!!!"
Lebo rushes ahead for Ex, read to finish this final fight for good! But while Lebo neared, Ed adjusted his body back. Perched his arms forward, whilst leeching his body to a low position.
As his assailant rushed for him, he suddenly brought his body up and forward fast. "LEEEBOOOOOOO!"
Mid-motion, Ed caught Lebo in his arms, before lifting him straight right upwards at once. The goon flew up, rising from low to high.. and then high to low. Down.
Down down down, he fell. And over yonder the edge of roof, to down down down, down to the ground floor next to the deli, where the flames had reached, after the firefighters needed to retreat from the ever-more menacing flames. And Lebo fell into those fires.
Ed couldn't see it, see him... But he heard the screams, of a man on fire. The same screams his father had made, back in 2003, when a young Ed had accidentally caused the oven to overheat and spark, leading to the house he'd grown up in catch ablaze, and his whole family except his dear mother died. Those were the days..
Ed watched. He covered his mouth, in both fear and excitement, as those screamed spried far down below..! .... The rain began to pour.
Ed's excitement and fear swirled into a raise of mere meager fear. As he climbed down below, and he firefighters met him. Frowns their faces. Faces full of tragedy.
They didn't want to say it.. but... But....! BUT!
They couldn't save... her... The rain had fallen down just in time to clear the flames. Every civilian inside the the place was saved. All, except Delilah Sulliman, Ed Sulliman's wife.
Someone had accidently shoved her a little bit. And then she fell on the ground. And a lil bit of fire got caught in her hair. And then it spread through the hair really pretty quickly, cause she was wearin some flammable perfume - uh oh on her part.
And then her scalp got on fire. And then her head got on fire. And the rest of her body started gettin on fire, but it didn't matter too much cause she was already dead.
And so, Ed Sulliman's wife died in a deli fire in 2003. But you already knew that, right? Cause I already told you? Remember, at the beginning of the story? I told you guys? Remember?
Oh yeah, but anyways, so uh.. The body wasn't too recognizable tho. And Ed even pointed that out.
"Are you.. are you sure it's her?!" He even screamed, whilst shouting uncontrollably. But alas, none of em firefighters had the heard to give him hope.
This was the same with Lebo. He wasn't too recognizable as well. So what if Lebo was alive, and his wife was alive too?
It was a thought that he had after the funeral, posthumously realizing that the size of the hand (the only thing unburned) of the body the funeral people put into his wife's coffin didn't fit. Curious, ain't that?
nd for that, Ed felt a newfound pain in his heart. A pain which made him never forget this tragic incident. It was probably because of his Immortal Resolve, that he began to hope his wife was actually alive. A hope never lost to him.
And while not a hope, there was a longing wonder, that Lebo was still alive. Such a thought that lead Ed Sulliman to have countless sleepless nights. Nights of wonder. Nights of desire. To chase.
Ed would look for his target. Look for the sole man who brought him such ruin. He would not stop, not cease, not ease from ache of pain and torture, and rest to be lay in calm. Rest to retreat, until the new dawn.
He would not linger. He would not linger! He would not fade! Not until.....
....!
But eventually... reality hit. Reality, in terms of employment, and money, and health issues.
For 2 years, Ed lived in his car, driving all over the States. He, with $2,000 on hand, and a poster of the man who brought him to ruin, went out everyday, talking to civilians, asking if they'd seen this man.
But eventually, Ed ran out of money.
He had to do.. awful things.. in certain types of bars... in order to... make ends meet for himself. But before long, one day while in Iowa, Ed just so happened to run into a New Jersey cop he'd hung around with.
His old partner, Danny Strizhand.
Danny told Ed he needed to come back to the force. That it just wasn't the same! That he missed. That he needed him!
"The ol police station's been in a slump ever since ye left! We ain't crackin the cases like we used to! Not without you around!" "....."
"Please Ed! Ya gotta come back! We need ya ol buddy ol pal! We need ya!" "......"
"I'll.... I'll buy ya Burger King." "... deal."
The two began to cuddle, and cried on each other's shoulders. Then they nibbled each other a bit on the lipsies. You know, like how cops normally do.
And then they went to burger king and Danny bought Ed some Burger King burgers. And then they drove back. BACK! To New Jersey.
And so... Ed returned. He immediately went to the hospital to reinstate his insurance, and around 14 days later returned so that he could get a deductible on treatments for the numerous STDs he'd acquired on his journey.
But even though Ed Sulliman was wreckaged health-wise due to all his smexual diseases, he carried on like everything was normal. It must have been his Immortal Resolve, which surged he to act, with no detest illness to keep him down.
He trudged along, that brave man did. He trudged along, through the streets of New Jersey.
He trudged along. He trudged along... But once a year, Ed would set out on a 3 day mini-vacation. To scope out the areas of where Lebo, not seen since his fall, might be.
7 years later - in 2009, rumors of a masked arsonist in New Mexico named Obel, flew by. Detestable notions quivering the perplexing thought, that... HE... had returned.
After all, what's Obel backwards? ... LEBO! Ed Sulliman transferred out to a New Mexico police union, land frequented the area where arsons were rumored to be.
Alas, still since then, his "Obel" has not been found. It was a goose chase, after all. Looking for a dead man, and preparing for the worst kind of closure imaginable.
But alas, if he could find this man... this Lebo. If he only could just find him through the thicket of the world, and... and... strangle him... with his own two hands..... Ed would.. he would......... He could.. finally rest... finally.. finally die.
Ed snapped out of his focus, whilst driving still through the thicket. He'd caught sight of a certain view which brought his attention back to the present. Two views, actually. The trail of something kinda meaty-lookin far down from road he was taking. A thing that'd gone down the corner, so he couldn't see it anymore right then, but he was right then on it's trail. And another sight too. A police car with the numbers, 009.
That was the last car aside from him of his union's cars. Ed Sulliman was.... the last cop on patrol, here now, in pursuit of this dangerous suspect. ..oh boy... oh boy. All alone.. All alone...
But Sulliman was not one to cower. His excitement only grew, the nostrils under his nose flaring a kind of bayous rage. He would not let his allies' falls be left in vein.
He would defeat this foe. He would reign supreme!
Then, he would find this Obel. Y-yeah! Yeah, right after this, $3md get amazing luck! And-and find that b*stard! And-and then maybe even his wife would come back! Ye-yeah, what if, what if she wasn't even dead! That's a possibility! After all, all those stupid paramedics couldn't confirm the burnt body was her! She might've lived! It was possible! And she'd come back to him!!
First this problem, then Lebo/Obel! And finally his wife! Heck! One of the cop cars he passed by was turned over and on fire. Fire?! Fire, like, an arsonist's fire?!?
What if?! What if?$?!?( THIS!,! WAS?!??! "LEBOOOOO!!!!"
The car deove down he grove, an acceled speed blistering boister of frenzied speed ahead. And somewhere closeby, a crow cried, to pitch the dawn of a new afternoon.
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