Top Villains of all time...# 14

Vincent. A suave, cool, calm, collected contract killer, who has a love of jazz. The villain in Collateral is a freakishly likable character, and you get the sense that if he weren't a hit man you might even find your self having a conversation with the guy. That is where his true villainy is. It is within his outrageous charisma. He has this uncanny ability to make you like him.

The Rendition Agency Pt. 1: A series of short stories

The rain was coming down hard as Graham ran across the rooftop. All around large monolithic buildings could be seen boxing in the minuscule structure across which he ran. Pipes, tubes, brick, chain link fences, and boarded up windows all created a bizarre sense of contrast to the electric light show that was the city. Holograms and neon. Graham vaulted, slid, and jumped his way across the rooftop. His gray suit now wet with rain weighing him down. The suspect he had been tailing made a break for it when he saw Graham. How he could have known he was IIA* Graham couldn't fathom. Now dead ahead of him the suspect was running all out, this is not how I planned on spending my night, was all Graham could think. The edge of the roof was getting nearer. Soon the suspect would have no place to go. As he reached the edge of the building the suspect didn't stop, however, and jumped straight toward the old brick building across the gap. The suspect disappeared beneath the edge of the building. Suddenly there was the sound of shattering class and splintering wood. Great was all Graham could think to himself. As the edge of the building got closer he readied himself for the jump. Suddenly Graham was making his way through the air toward a broken window. It was as though it was happening in slow motion. As his feet struck the ground Graham did a roll out to make sure his ankles didn't break. The inside of the building it was large and open with high ceilings which were painted an ugly pastel green color. The plaster on the walls had decayed to reveal rotting studs. The floor was soaking wet from all the rain that had been pouring in over the last several days. Graham pulled out his pistol, a CRP-Whisper**, the standard pistol for every IIA officer. His canvas high tops had been soaked through making his feet ache. Graham went over and searched the enormous fireplace, being extra cautious if the suspect were to jump out at him. It was incredibly dark within the building the only light coming from the city which lay just outside. Graham made his way to the hallway and caught the suspect just at the end of it. Graham could tell he was limping, he had landed wrong on the jump. Graham made a break for it. "Stop!" Graham shouted. Of course after the fact he realized the futility of saying it. He ran down the hallway and slammed into the wall of the intersecting corridor. The suspect hadn't gotten that far down the hall. Graham took aim at the suspects leg and shot. No more than a little "pfit" sound was made as the guns slider kicked back. The suspect tumbled face first into the water drenched floor. Graham walked up to the suspect and helped him turn to face upwards. Graham shoved his badge into the suspects face. "Edward Murdoch, you are under arrest for the practice of homosexuality and theism without a proper license"
* IIA-International Investigative Agency
** CRP-Whisper-The Chkovski Arms Company specializes in the development of firearms that utilize rail technology (using magnets to repel the projectile forward). A bullet that is repelled forward by a magnet goes equally as fast as a standard bullet, but no gun powder is needed and the gun is deadly quiet hence the title "Whisper". The CRP stands for Chkovski Rail Pistol.

I write like
William Gibson

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!

Found an interesting little style analyzer on the internet and according to it. My style is something similar to William Gibson.

Winter Quiet: A short story

It was quiet and white stretched out in every direction. The sky was slightly graying like a giant blanket covering white plains. Off in the distance could be scene small groupings of dead lifeless trees. Across the the plain a man was running for his life in knee deep snow, clad in thick mute colored clothes. In his right hand was a Glock 19 which he was clinging onto for dear life. He had only one round left. The mans panting was the only thing that could be heard over the winter quiet. His joints ached and strained as his body protested, and screamed at him telling him to stop, but he couldn't stop. Several meters in front of the man was a small island of trees and he knew that if he could simply make it to those trees he would be fine. He continued to tell his body to move forward. Just a few more feet and the man could find safety. The man forced himself through the treeline and found a small outcropping of roots which he could hide under. The man paused to catch his breath panting over the silence. The open silence, not like the oppressive silence you get when locked in a pitch black room. The silence of openness, a completely isolated silence, a cold silence. A silence you can only suffer in winter. The man peaked over the top of the the outcropping. Starkly painted against the backdrop of the white snow was a man clad all in black. The icy cold tendrils of fear gripped him. He looked down at the Glock. He lifted the gun to his head, and squeezed his eyes shut. Holding his breath. He sat for what he thought were hours. He could now here the man in blacks ominous footsteps. He lowered the gun from his head and let go of the breath that he had been holding. He stood up and faced the man, the man in black towering over him because he was standing on the out cropping. The man pointed his pistol at the man in black. The man in black pointed a polished revolver at the man. The man began to squeeze the trigger. Misfire. The man in black pulled the trigger. a shot rang out against the stark silence.

Top villains of all time...# 15

Eldon Tyrell...the man who thought he could be god, only do a better job. Enough said.

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Top villains of all time...# 16

Frank D'amico...The main villain from Kick-Ass is a nasty jerk who has a penchant for killing anyone he doesn't like. Including 12 year old girls who kick his ass. Really there's no specific reason for him to be on this list. He's just an all around bad dude.

Just a fake comic book cover

Just a really crappy cover idea for a comic book I hope to publish some day.

Judge Dredd

I'm such a nerd, I found this picture of Karl Urban as Dredd on ign and felt an obligation to post it. According to Urban this version is going to be much truer to the comic, and not that rather embarrassing little film from the 90's. So here's hoping.