MoonFace

by Brandon Evans

He stepped out of the damp alleyway. It was well into the night, and hed been following them
for the past few hours now, and, if all goes well, the chase should be over VERY soon.
He found himself staring at a warehouse, of a considerably large size, possibly enough for
aircraft. The sheen of the metal, and the various bright lights that ignited the area were particularly
blinding. It was a good thing he always had his sunglasses on. ALWAYS.
It was heavily guarded, but that didnt bother him. He enjoys a challenge.
Sidestepping from shadow to shadow, he slowly made his way towards the warehouse. He
reflects back on how far hes come, and how hed arrived at this particular stage of his life.
It all started 14 years ago. I lived a happy life. I was a young Doctor, new in the field. Tall.
Handsome. I had everything, and life seemed to keep giving me anything a man could ever ask for, and
more than a man could ever need. It was my wish that I could always live in my back country town of
Howling Valley, Montana.
But in this life, everything with a beginning has an end.
*Crack*
The Guards neck snapped. He was most certainly dead. The Doctor moved the body behind an
old storage crate. He had only a few meters to go, but the Doctor wasnt stupid enough to jeopardize
the mission with a slight mistake on his part by leaving a dead body lying around to be seen.
His brown duster rustles, and the air shifts, as he sprinted at a godly speed toward another
patrolling guard, under the magnificent moonlight, jumping up and over boxes and crates, all the while
avoiding the spotlight, and the gaze of the guards that were patrolling the roof.
The Doctor landed beside the guard he had been fixated on, jabbed him in the throat, punched
him in the chest and did a couple more close quarters combat moves, and the guard was knocked out
cold. He didnt even have enough time to blink, before he was on the ground unconscious.
The Doctor knew he needed to save ammunition for what was going to happen on the inside. He
knew it wasnt going to be your average rodeo.
He needed to get to the roof to take out the men patrolling the roof, as he didnt want any
surprise attacks from them when he was on the inside of the warehouse.
The Doctor sprinted vertically up the walls of the warehouse, his heart not skipping a single
beat. The guard patrolling by himself near the ledge of the warehouse heard the Doctor, but it was too
late for him
When you live as a Doctor who saves money, you eventually have so much you dont know what
to do with it. Eventually you run out of things to buy, for you, for your house, for your wife, then you start
giving it to charities, and before you know it you just get plain bored.
So my wife and I planned a trip to climb Mt. Everest. Bad mistake. That trip changed the course
of my life forever.
Due to a freak accident (that I have chosen to not remember at the moment), I lost my wife. I lost
my right arm. I lost my career. I lost everything.
The 13 guards that used to be operating on the roof were now laying around him, dead. He
adjusted his sunglasses.
They were either never trained how to shoot, or Im simply amazingly good at what I do

He decided to be humble. He chose the former.

The Doctor scanned the area. His next move didnt matter. All he knew is that he wasnt going to
enter the warehouse from its actual entrance. He wanted to be flashy. He wanted a challenge.
He took out an apple and started to eat it. Carving slices off with his razor sharp goatee, he
eventually made the decision and threw the apple core to the birds.
He crouched as low as he could to the ground and then sprang up into the night air, creating a
nice image of the Doctors silhouette in front of the marvelous moon.
So I had to start over from scratch. There were a lot of things they told me I couldnt do without
an arm. I tried to make my childhood dreams realities, and the world kept telling me I couldnt do any of
them.
I eventually decided to join the police force. They said I couldnt do that either, but I was bent on
proving them wrong. I will become the most powerful policeman in the world. Then, I would progress
towards become Sheriff of the Galaxy. Ill see action. Save people. I think it would be interesting, anyway.
I havent reached the most powerful policeman in the world status yet, but, I have become the
Sheriff of this puny town.
The Sheriff smashed through the ceiling, landing in a heroic manner, sending shockwaves and
dust in all directions. Thats when the alarms went off, causing a strobe effect in the dimly lit warehouse.
The alarm going off is just what he wanted to happen. He came to brawl.
He adjusts his cowboy style sheriffs hat.
Ninjas started to appear, and began coming at him in all directions. What only appeared like
seas of Black Death, only seemed like a simple challenge to the Sheriff.
Challenge Accepted.
He pulled out his trusty gun, The Six Shooter. It was the first time he was going to have to use it
tonight, but he didnt plan on using bullets yet. He just wanted it for the bayonet at the end of it.
Wielding it in his only hand, he took a deep breath in And then the battle commenced.
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Rasuvius looked out his office window, surveying the scene, hands behind his back. After all,
thats typically what villains do.
He wasnt one bit concerned about what was going on. The alarms went off near an hour ago
and he was still chuckling about it. Did this so called Sheriff Figure really think he could just walk in here,
and kill me? He laughed out loud.
The bodies of the many Ninjas were flying everywhere on the ground floor. That, and also little
gory bits of them. Rasuvius wondered how much longer this man could fight. Would he actually make it
to him?
*Thump*
An arm hit the window. Rasuvius laughed. He knew it didnt matter. After all this, even if The
Sheriff did win, and kill his army of ninjas, He would still have to go through the Mecha. Nobody has
gotten past the Mecha. Nobody ever will.
He actually didnt care if he beat the ninjas or not. In five minutes hes going to send out the
Mecha, and itll be a good show regardless. He loved being a villain.
He laughed again.
*

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The Sheriff was enjoying himself. A slice here, a slice there, cut someone with his goatee over
here, elbow to the ribs and fist in the face there. It was beautiful. It was like dancing. Art, if you will. And
to the Sheriff, this is what makes life worth living. The beauty of a good fight. The smell of sweat and
blood in the air, with adrenaline pumping through his veins. He absolutely loved every second of the
thrill of the fight. Its too bad this is an easy one.
Just then a wrenching sound of scraping metal filled the whole of the warehouse. Some of the
ninjas backed off. Others kept their dignity and fought till they were killed or disabled by the Sheriff.
But something was happening, and it wasnt something good. The section of floor in front of
them was rising, but he couldnt quite see what was in store for him. Indeed, its hard to pay attention
when youre busy killing ninjas. Luckily, it seems like the ninja attacks are going to be at an end soon.
I trained. And I trained. And I trained hard. Learning to use such a large gun was difficult but I
eventually had the brawn to hold it and steady it with my one arm. I was lucky that my eyesight wasnt
too damaged, as the only thing I need to do to correct those is wear sunglasses. The round ones fit my
style best.
The Six Shooter as I named it was my weapon of choice. Something that I had the boys back at
the RA department make for me. Its like your typical 6 chamber, single cylinder western pistol. Yet
within each chamber, instead of there being a single bullet, as most people know them to have, the Six
Shooter fires 6 bullets from a regular 6 cylinder chamber. So total, the gun fires 6 bullets at a time, and
can hold up to 36 bullets. Its a massive weapon. Then I told them to put the bayonet at the end, just for
kicks and giggles. It was a pain training with that thing, but hey, its been worth it.
The room grew dark.
Why is the room dark, and why they didnt keep it dark for the ninjas in the first place, hell
never know. What could they be plotting against him?
The light reflected off of a metallic surface, and he got the big picture. In conjunction he ran.
Hed never fought a Mecha before, but he has seen them. Theyre really big in the military these days.
The Sheriff hid behind a crate.
Imagine a humanoid shaped, 6 legged tank, with a cockpit large enough for one man, yet having
enough munitions to destroy an army. These are mass produced War-Mecha. In due time, it is the
Mecha that will lead to the downfall of humanity.
But if the Sheriff breathes, he wont let that happen.
To the men operating the Mecha, it was like delicious cake seeing this guy. Tall as he was, and
sweating as he was, the heat sensors had no problems finding him in the dark. Little did the Sheriff
know, there were five Mecha in the room, beyond the one he had seen already. The commanding
Mecha officer gave the signal. The others pulled their triggers and all fired.
At that moment, missiles, and rotary turret bullets came from every direction, and they were all
pointing towards our good friend, the Sheriff.
The Sheriff smirked.
The crate he was hiding behind was lifted and thrown at an impeccable speed toward the first
Mecha, exploding upon impact, the wooden shrapnel destroying the Mechas circuits completely, and
also piercing the flesh of the pilot inside. To top that off, it exploded majestically.
The Sheriff bolted across boxes, dodging missiles, and bullets. He didnt have a clear shot But
he would get one. It was time to pull out the Six Shooter, but to be fair, if he could fight one on one with
just his hands against a Mecha, he would, but, right now just wasnt the time for such things. He was on
his personal mission.
He ran on the upper deck of the warehouse, the walls and ceilings crumbling behind him, as the
heat seeking missiles struggled to keep up with his speed. He took a turn, and began running head on

towards the Mecha. He then dove majestically from the rafters, gun pointed in front. Then life, as it
seemed, began to go into slow motion for The Sheriff.
*BANG* *BANG*
He dodges a missile in midair, nearly getting him, ripping the cuff of his pant. Shame.
*BANG* *BANG*
He thinks about doing a tuck and roll before he hits the ground but then he remembers. Heat
seeking missiles Thats a problem Those do in fact exist, and they are right behind him.
Warm blood trickles down his leg and into his boot. The cuff of his pant was indeed cut, but it
seemed he wasnt as lucky or as invincible as he had thought. Indeed, doing a quick self-analysis, he
could barely feel or move his left leg.
He was in still in mid-air and had decided to continue what he was doing before he made
another mistake.
*BANG*
It was then, that time caught up to him. Explosions occurred, and they occurred nearly
EVERYWHERE. The Sheriff had never missed a single shot in his career. He never will. The light from the
explosions glinted from his sunglasses.
It was the remaining 4 Mecha that exploded so violently, as well as the several missiles that
were behind the Sheriff, which now in turn, launch him even quicker to the ground below.
The Sheriff smashes through the wall leading to the office of Rasuvius. Debris flies everywhere.
Yet the Sheriff with his beautiful hat, sunglasses and razor sharp goatee remain untouched, (but there
was a nice pool of blood forming near his damaged leg).
So, I finally get to meet The Sheriff. Hahahaha. I know they dont call you that.
MOONFACE.
MoonFace smirked. He lifted the Six Shooter.
This is where it ends. Now.

-The
End?