Today's prompt: Write about ninja who sacrifices himself for an abandoned fire station.
Melody Joy wrote:
It had been years since any firefighters had been at fire station 47, but Rinkuta still remembered the brave men who had saved him from the orphanage fire so many years ago. After that day, he had devoted his life to becoming a hero like the men who had saved his life. Now, he steals through the dark streets at night and does his best to stop crime and violence.
Nearly every night, he passed by the abandoned fire station 47 to remember why it was he did what he did. That night, something didn’t feel right. He hid in the shadows, watching and listening for danger. Moments later, two dark figures came out from behind the station, dropping emptied jugs of gasoline. As one of them reached for his pocket, Rinkuta sprinted across the street.
Using his momentum, he launched himself into the air to deliver a neat kick to the hand and torso of the man reaching for his pocket. The man fell to the ground with a cry of surprise as Rinkuta rolled and righted himself, ready for anything. The two men eyed him carefully, the prostate one muttering curses as he stood back up.
Both men pulled guns on the vigilante, so he sprung into action, darting forward to disarm one quicker than he could fire. Hold the man’s broken wrist to his back, Rinkuta stood behind the criminal, preventing his partner from firing on either of them. The man was larger than the ninja, and perhaps as equally strong, but he managed to keep a hold on him due to his knowledge of pressure points. However, to keep the man in between himself and the other man became increasingly difficult.
The other man came in close and used his own training to land several well-placed blows on the struggling ninja. Rinkuta stepped back, slightly dazed and tried to regain himself. He engaged them again in an exchange of blows which ended unexpectedly with the sound of a gunshot. The ninja landed three more blows on his opponents before he felt the pain.
He stumbled backwards and felt the spread of hot, sticky blood wetting the front of his shirt. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, but he still wasn’t able to make himself move fast enough to avoid the oncoming fist that sent him into unconsciousness. When he awoke, his body was on fire and his eyes were blinded by the light of the inferno around him. He passed out again as it started to rain inside the fire station.
Dana Lee wrote:
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kevin McKoodle. I am a ninja by trait but have always dreamt of being a firefighter. I told my parents of my dream when I was but a toddler. I vividly remember them saying, "Kevin, you were born to be a ninja. To be anything else would be ludicrous and break the cycle of life." It was a few years later that I realized they didn't understand the cycle of life.
I live three blocks down from a fire station. I can hear the sirens every night as the firemen race to put out fires all over the city. To me, it is the most beautiful sound. It is music to my ears. Peanut butter to my jelly. I apply for the fire academy every year. Every year I have to take a psychological exam to get in to the academy. Every year after this exam, they give me a new house to stay in for free for months!! I love all the homes they have given me. They are very clean, like a hospital and the walls are so comfortable you can just bounce off of them. They also give me this really nice sweater that just allows me to hug myself all day, everyday. My life couldn't get any better....well it could if I were a fireman. "
"Mr. McKoodle, do you know where you are," the doctor asks.
"Yes, I am in my new home," he replied.
"No, we have talked about this a lot of times. You are in the hospital because you are very sick. Your family all died when you were three years old in a house fire. You were the only one to survive."
"That can't be true! That can't be true," Kevin responded as he began to cry and bounce on the walls, "I need to go to the fire station so that I can save people's lives!"
"I'm sorry, Kevin but that fire station has been closed since right after the fire that killed your family. They did not follow all safety protocol and that cost the lives of your family."
With this being said Kevin declared that he always heard he fire trucks driving by. He knew someday he would be a fireman. He just needed to prove to the people that called themselves doctor that he was able to go home and fight fires as he desired to do so badly.
Chuck C. wrote:
The building was, by all accounts, ramshackle. In its glory days it housed San Francisco’s most elite fire unit, Firehouse 12-12, otherwise known as the Icemen. The Icemen were known as the best fire fighters on the west coast. They had a near-perfect record, having only ever lost one civilian in their entire run. Nowadays though, after the unit had been disbanded due to budget cuts, the once proud building was home to varies undesirable elements.
The neighborhood around it had also seen better days. The local shoe factory that had sustained it had decided to move its operations to China. High unemployment scourged the neighborhood. Drug lords, racketeers, and loan sharks had an iron grip on the area. Their base of operations? The old 12-12 fire house. The bottom floor that once housed two majestic fire trucks now housed tables with many undocumented workers packing and disguising kilos of heroin. Each worker was chained by their feet to posts drilled into the concrete.
Everyone, including the police, knew it was there. They knew its kingpin, known only as “The Firemen,” never left the joint, and it was the single most heavily-armed and guarded locations in San Francisco. Nobody dared approach it without the Fireman's expressed permission.
Until tonight.
The dark figure in a tight black robes slinked along the back side of the building. The two guards patrolling the rear never heard him before he managed to snap their necks. He swung his grappling claw and caught it on the open window. He propelled himself up and swung into it.
The packing house was hard at work, the scaffolding patrolled by oversized guards in black turtlenecks, carrying machine pistols. It seemed their purpose was not so much to repeal invaders, but to prevent escapes. Either way, they had to go.
With grace and deadly accuracy, he landed throwing knifes in all of them. He ran over to the control box, unlocking all the slaved workers. They, though, were not his real purpose. In front of it were two of the beefiest men he had ever seen. Out of throwing knifes, the black clad figure drew his katana and charged the door. The first guard only saw the glint from the blade before it tore his chest open. The second guard barely had time to draw his weapon and fire off an ill-aimed shot, the round burrowing into the black figures shoulder. One stroke of the Katana, though, made a Pez dispenser out of the brawny guard.
The invader pulled from a holster a large syringe and spread a clear gel around the doors frame. In seconds the gel ate through the steel door fell into the room. In the room was only one person, the invaders target. Clad in a black tuxedo, and a smug look on his face, the Fireman looked unfazed. The black figure stood in the door frame.
“Fireman, your reign on this neighborhood is at an end,” he bellowed.
“I think not,” the Fireman said.
The invader charged the drug lord, his katana still dripping with the blood of the fallen guards. The kingpin behind the desk drew a large revolver, leveled against his attacker, and blasted a hole through his chest. The attacker slumped over and fell to the ground lifeless. The Fireman swaggered over and stood over him.
He bent down and whispered in his ear “You will never win.”
“No, you won’t,” the attacker said, he turned over and drove his blade into the Fireman’s neck. His face washed with shock as his eyes bugged out and blood gurgled from his mouth. “Not in my house,” he said. He slumped over and slipped into the dark. His robe opened up, revealing a large snowflake with the letters 12-12 under it tattooed on his chest.
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