Post by Yakuta Ryo on May 25, 2008 10:15:58 GMT -5
"Suspects armed and extremely dangerous. Be careful in their apprehension."
Now, this kid had a lot to live up to, and everybody that knew him knew that, so it came as a surprise when this story hit the Evening News or the newspaper or whatever people watched to get their fresh dose of events. Yakuta Ryo, as he was known to everybody, was a very quiet kid who liked to keep to himself and focus on that which was important to him: school. He had a lot going for him actually. He had gone through grade, middle, and high school making perfect grades, not dropping a single subject. He eventually went to college where he studied languages to become a translator.
"They've already hit the bank! Heading north on the highway, calling for reinforcements!"
It was a very fine, lovely day, and everybody was outside having a good time... Except for Ryo. He had a job interview at some big complex that he knew nothing about, but the job was to get to be a UN Translator. Leaving Japan and going to the States?! It was everything he had dreamed for, and it was right in front of his face. How could he pass up this opportunity?! He had been living in a small apartment and, on this day, he could not hold his excitement. He smiled to himself all morning as he took a shower, brushed his teeth, fixed his usually spiky hair, and put on the best suit he owned. He was ready.
"They're off the highway. We're closing in on them now."
He walked outside, enjoying the day, and into his job interview. He was asked a few questions, and he nailed every one of them. They said that they would give him a callback, but he already knew he had it. He had that feeling.
"Suspects stopping! Get out of the car! Get them surrounded!"
Ryo walked out of the building.
"SHOTS FIRED! GET DOWN! RETURN FIRE!"
Everybody around him was screaming. The loudest noise he had ever heard entered his ears. Then... He heard nothing. He just saw everybody staring at him and covering their mouths. He touched his chest... He fell down...
"We have one man, Yakuta Ryo, fatally wounded at the scene. Calling for an ambulance. Suspects have been taken down."
Lying on his side on the pavement, Ryo coughed up blood as tears streamed down his face. He didn't scream... He didn't even know if he could. He just laid there, weeping and coughing up blood. By the time the ambulance loaded him...
"4:22 P.M. Yakuta Ryo, Age twenty-five, bled to death after a shotgun wound to the chest."
Now, this kid had a lot to live up to, and everybody that knew him knew that, so it came as a surprise when this story hit the Evening News or the newspaper or whatever people watched to get their fresh dose of events. Yakuta Ryo, as he was known to everybody, was a very quiet kid who liked to keep to himself and focus on that which was important to him: school. He had a lot going for him actually. He had gone through grade, middle, and high school making perfect grades, not dropping a single subject. He eventually went to college where he studied languages to become a translator.
"They've already hit the bank! Heading north on the highway, calling for reinforcements!"
It was a very fine, lovely day, and everybody was outside having a good time... Except for Ryo. He had a job interview at some big complex that he knew nothing about, but the job was to get to be a UN Translator. Leaving Japan and going to the States?! It was everything he had dreamed for, and it was right in front of his face. How could he pass up this opportunity?! He had been living in a small apartment and, on this day, he could not hold his excitement. He smiled to himself all morning as he took a shower, brushed his teeth, fixed his usually spiky hair, and put on the best suit he owned. He was ready.
"They're off the highway. We're closing in on them now."
He walked outside, enjoying the day, and into his job interview. He was asked a few questions, and he nailed every one of them. They said that they would give him a callback, but he already knew he had it. He had that feeling.
"Suspects stopping! Get out of the car! Get them surrounded!"
Ryo walked out of the building.
"SHOTS FIRED! GET DOWN! RETURN FIRE!"
Everybody around him was screaming. The loudest noise he had ever heard entered his ears. Then... He heard nothing. He just saw everybody staring at him and covering their mouths. He touched his chest... He fell down...
"We have one man, Yakuta Ryo, fatally wounded at the scene. Calling for an ambulance. Suspects have been taken down."
Lying on his side on the pavement, Ryo coughed up blood as tears streamed down his face. He didn't scream... He didn't even know if he could. He just laid there, weeping and coughing up blood. By the time the ambulance loaded him...
"4:22 P.M. Yakuta Ryo, Age twenty-five, bled to death after a shotgun wound to the chest."
