Oubliette: “Pursue”

Note: This is part of an experimental creative writing exercise
The next part in the series can be found here.
The series starts here.

The sun had just finished setting in the horizon of DC. A dark figure lurked in the shadows of an alley as if waiting for something. A car passed by and as it disappeared out of sight, the figure ran across the street to the locked door of one of the abandoned apartment buildings. He was dressed in all black and wore a cape. His dark-colored body armor caught the waning light of the day. The figure fidgeted with something on his belt and pulled out some small tools. After a few moments, he opened the door. As he entered the building, he caught the reflection of his skeletal face in the window.

The figure tapped the side of his skeletal head which caused his eyes to glow red. He started walking cautiously through the building going room to room. After a while, it became obvious for what the figure was searching was not to be found. A noise from the front of the building caught his attention. He walked over to the boarded window overlooking the street and peered through a crack.

In the street below him were a couple of police cruisers carelessly parked in front of the building. The flashing red and blue lights lit up the rest of the neighborhood and in the distance, he heard a helicopter. The figured muttered “damn it” to himself. He reached around to his back and pulled out a handgun. In a quick motion, he pulled back on the slide and with a click, chambered a round.

A voice entered his mind, IS THAT YOUR PLAN? TO SHOOT YOUR WAY OUT?

The figure looked around. Standing next to him was a very elderly man in a hooded black robe. He was holding a staff that glowed with a red hue. The figure mentally replied, IF I GO FOR IT NOW, I HAVE A CHANCE… UNLESS YOU ARE OFFERING TO HELP.

I CAN SPARE A FEW MOMENTS. WHAT IS IT WITH THE CAPE? YOU KNOW THAT CAPES ARE A BAD IDEA.

At that moment, a short cartoonish elderly lady with medium length black hair and round black rimmed glasses appeared in front of him. NO CAPES!

THAT IS REAL FUNNY COMING FROM A GUY DRESSED UP AS THE DARK EMPEROR. HAVE I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WATCH WAY TOO MUCH TV?

EVERY TIME WE TALK ABOUT YOUR CAPE. WHAT CAN I SAY A GUY CAN ONLY GET SO MANY SPONGE BATHS BEFORE PEOPLE START ASKING QUESTIONS…

ENOUGH ABOUT THAT!

ALL I AM GOING TO SAY IS THAT YOUR BOSS WOULD DO IT TOO IF HE COULD… (SIGH)… ALRIGHT, WHAT TRICKS HAVE YOU PREPARED?


Outside the building, several more police cars had arrived and formed a barricade. Several officers were scattered in strategic positions around the building. An officer stood by his car holding a mic up to his face. “This is Sergeant Robinson at 643 Cobble Tree Road. The building has been broken into and we are fairly certain that the suspect is still in the building.”

A small voice answered, “Acknowledged Sergeant, your orders for the moment are to contain the suspect and await AHRU. The suspect is a possible advanced human and is considered extremely dangerous.”

Sergeant Robinson lowered the mic and shouted. “Okay listen up, we need to contain this guy. He is a freak and we are waiting for the circus to arrive. If you see him, shoot to kill.”

A loud knock interrupted the sergeant’s orders. The knock came from fourth floor window. A couple more sharp sounding knocks dislodge a couple planks. They fell noisily to the ground in front of the building. Through the newly created opening, the sergeant saw the figure and recognized him. “Damn it, Anarchist!”

The officers, as if given a silent command, drew their weapons, the figure’s deep distorted voice rang out, “Here piggy… piggy.. piggy!”

The figure’s face disappeared only to be replaced by a set of buttocks. As the officers started firing, a stream of green gas shot across the road. The gas drifted downward over the officers and the crowd that had assembled. Everybody started choking and gagging. Between dry heaves, Sergeant Robinson shouted, “Hold your fire! Stand down!”

However, the order came too late as a pair of officers rushed into the building.


The officers rushed with weapons drawn to the fourth floor and the window where they saw the figure. Upon entering the room, they found it to be empty with the exception of a set of fake buttocks connected to a canister by a hose. During this time, Sergeant Robinson furiously tried to order the officers out of the building. They were not allowed to hear the order.

One of the officers turned towards his partner. His partner was standing there with a look of fear in his eyes. Behind him stood the figure. The figure had his finger to his partner’s head as if his hand was a gun. The figure’s mechanical voice spoke to them.

“I had a brown ballerina today. I know what you’re thinking… was it my index finger, my middle finger, or maybe it was my thumb. Well, to tell you the truth, I forgot. But being this finger is the most powerful finger in the world, it would blow your head off if you pulled it. You’ve got to ask yourself: do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, piggy?”

The officer raised his weapon at the figure. “Duck! It is only his finger.”

BANG… BANG…

Both of the officers slumped over and fell to the ground. DON’T WORRY ABOUT THEM, THEY’LL WAKE UP IN AN HOUR AND BE TOO EMBARRASSED TO TALK ABOUT THIS.

The mental voice continued, TAKE ONE OF THOSE BADGES AND PUT IT ON.

The figure reached down and removed the silver badge from one of the officers and pinned it to his body armor. GOOD, LET’S GET YOU OUT OF THERE.


One of the officers came running from the building. He shouted “Officer down! Officer down! He’s on the fourth floor!”

Upon hearing this, Sergeant Robinson shouted an order, “Get in there! Get him out! Take that freak out!”

The police force erupted into a chaotic mass of people trying to enter the building. The officer that escaped the building casually walked to one of the police cruisers. He opened the door and sat inside. After buckling up, he put the cruiser in gear. With the squealing of tires, the cruiser raced away just as the armored AHRU vehicle was pulling up.

Inside the car, the figure sat in the driver’s seat. He removed the badge from his body armor and tossed it on the dash. He looked to his right. The elderly man in the black robe sat in the passenger seat. YOU USE TOILET HUMOR TOO MUCH. YOU SHOULD DIVERSIFY.

EVERYBODY’S A CRITIC. THANKS FOR THE HELP BACK THERE.

YOU’RE NOT OUT OF THE WOODS YET. YOU HAVE A TAIL.

The figure glanced in the rear view mirror. There was another car that was following him. There was something familiar about the car. Then he noticed that there were weapons mounted to it. IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?

YES, IT WOULD BE YOUR GOOD TWIN. DO YOU WANT ME TO LOSE HIM?

The figure thought for a moment and pushed down on the accelerator. As the engine revved and the cruiser started took off, the figure mentally said, NOT YET. LET’S SEE JUST HOW FAR HE WANTS TO PURSUE THIS.

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