Reservoir Dogs (TheGingerWarrior & Cowboy Is Cool) *FINISHED

[Cowboy Is Cool]

July 14th - 3:38 PM- Outside the Warehouse

  Mr. Pink grabbed the satchel of diamonds and quickly walked out of the rendezvous warehouse, hoping to God Eddie left his keys in the ignition of his car. He did. Yes! Pink jumped in the car and turned the key, starting it up. He threw the diamonds in the passenger seat. Great. Awesome. The car was started now. Pink was about to drive off when he saw them. Four blue boys, running toward the warehouse door. One of them stopped and pointed his gun at Pink. "Freeze, asshole! Get outta the car!" Mr. Pink opened the car door.

  "Okay! Don't shoot!" He got out of the car, halfway. His right foot stayed inside. Well, it was now or never. He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, throwing his body into the car and slamming the door. The cop fired a shot, but it missed. Mr. Pink ran right over that pig, and threw the car into reverse. YES! He was out! He was home free! He made it! But, what was he gonna do now? The cops were all over the damn city, because of stupid Joe and his stupid diamond heist. Well, no use whining like a little child. Might as well check into a motel somewhere. He would go from there.

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  "Ah!", Mr. Pink jumped up with a yell. Damn. Another bad dream. Ever since he checked into the motel, he had been getting bad vibes. Bad feelings, like something bad was gonna happen to him. No cops followed him, though. He would be fine. Still, he had to take a p*ss like a race horse. He got up slowly. He was really groggy. He looked over to the bedside clock. It was midnight. He was still wearing his black suit, and even his shoes. If something did happen, he wanted to be ready to book it. He got to his feet and opened the door. Before walking out, he took a quick look over to the wooden table. Yep. The diamonds were still there.

  This motel was a sh*thole. It only had one bathroom on each floor. Mr. Pink slowly walked down the hallway to the second floor one. Crap. It was occupied. Oh, well. He could wait. He rested against the wall. No. He couldn't wait. He banged on the bathroom door. "Hey! Hurry up in there, will ya? I'm about to p*ss my pants here!" As if Pink had mind control powers, the door's lock turned. Mr. Pink stepped back and watched as the door swung open.

  Mr. Blue stepped out into the hallway.

[Vermin Is Cool]

Keeps on getting better and better. 

[Hector]

This is really getting good

[Baby Bear]

Yes it is good. You all are killing alot of cops. If I saw the movie I think I would've had the idea of where you all were going with this.

[Vermin Is Cool]

Yes it is good. You all are killing alot of cops. If I saw the movie I think I would've had the idea of where you all were going with this.

Believe me, you DEFINATLY want to see the movie.

[TheGingerWarrior]

"Mr.Blue?" Said Pink, in complete shock.
"The one and only" Grunted Mr.Blue.
Mr.Pinks urge to use the toilet suddenly dissapeared, his urge to find out what was happening replaced it.
"But . .  but Joe said you where dead??"
"Yeah well Joe was wrong wasnt he, why . .  You dissapaointed to see me?"
Mr.Pink just shook his head, not knowing what to say.
"Come on lets talk" Said Mr.Blue as he started to lead Pink into his room.
"Well What the f*** happened?" Said Mr.Pink as they sat down.


Earlier That Day - 11:30am

*BANG*
The bullet rang through the air, a trail of smoke coming from the gun, Mr.Blue opened his eyes to see the cop slumped on the ground, breathing heavily and fast.
Instinct.
Insticnt took over, instinct killed that cop.
Mr.Blue looked around before sliding his gun into its holster, which was tucked nicely in his jacket.
He began to consider his options.
'Okay, okay, think, think! Maybe i should go back to the warehouse?? No no ill have to get a change of clothes first, theyll be looking for a guy in a blood stained black suit. Okay where am i gonna get some clothes. My place is too far away, they might be staking it out if they know who i am.'
With that though he looked around, he saw a tramp lying in the gutter, he was wearing a hawain style shirt and some dark denim jeans that where slightly ripped.
Is that my only option? Itll have to do.
He walked over to the tramp, who was in a drunk slumber.
"What do you want for the clothes?" Said Mr.Blue
The tramp looked up, he blinked a bit and then took a few seconds to take in his surroundings
"These clothes?" Slurred the tramp.
"No . .  your other set of clothes. What do you think? Now what do you want for them?" Said Blue, sarcasticaly.
"Okay okay . . .  Thats a nice suit. A straight swap?"
Mr.Blue walked out of the alleyway in the tramps clothes, they smelled a bit, but they would have to do until he found a replacement. He checked his wallet. He had enough money to get by.
He flipped on his shades, and began to walk down the street, no one was giving him a second glance, he looked like a nomral civillian. Perfect.
2 Cops began to run towards him.
'S*** are they onto me? They cant be onto me . .  Can they?
He started to reach for the gun tucked the shirt, The cops got closer, they ran straigh past.
'Keep cool, theyre not onto you, your untouchable' Thought Mr.Blue Okay, the warehouse is about a 15 minute drive away, but i havent got a car, i dont want to steal one, thatll blow my cover if i get caught, its too risky, its about a 45 minute walk, too long. A cab will be too exepsnive. What about the bus? I know theres a bus stop nearby and theres one close to the warehouse. Will it be safe? '

He reached the bus stop and at the moment the bus came around the corner. Perfect. He got on and paid his fare, taking a seat by the window.
All he had to do now was wait.

He started walking towards the warehouse, it came into sight, there where cops everywhere, ambulances, sirens, yellow caution tape. He took it in for a second, then walked back where he came from.
'S*** S*** S***!!! If the cops have got them they could be spilling the beans on me. No no its ok i havent told anyone my name, but an identity parade. . .Okay its time to get out of here, i know a motel way out of town, ill book up there. Im getting rid of these clothes though, there irritating, that tramp must have head something . . '
He carried on walking, till he came to a clohthes shop, he walked in, there was a teenager behind the counter, busy reading a magazine. He walked over to the clothes rack, not patricualy caring what he was picking out, he took a Light blue shirt and some cream slacks, he also got a pair of trainers instead of shoes, alot comfier.
He walked over to the counter and layed them down. The teenager looked up, he looked disgusted that HE had been INTERUPTED to do HIS job?
'Kids aint the same' Thought Blue.
"Thats 35 Bucks" Said the Kid as he chewed on some gum, Mr Blue put the money down.
"Mind if i put these on in the changing rooms?"
"Knock yourself out" And with that the kid but his head back into the magazine

Mr.Blue walked out of the shops, now in some new clothes.
He got a cab to within 10 minutes of the hotel, he didnt bother paying, just ran out of the cab as soon as it stopped.

Present Time: 00:30am

"Wow, you sorted yourself out well" Said Mr.Pink
"What about you?" Said Mr.Blue
Mr.Pink told blue his story about how he got out, and getting away with the diamonds.
"Wait youve got the stones??" Said Mr.Blue
"Yeah ive got them under my matress in my room"
"Thats the best news ive heard all day." Said Mr.Blue.
Mr.Pink took blue down the corridor into his room and showed him the stones.
"You really are something you know . . " Said Mr.Blue
"Thanks"
"Okay come one, we'll split them" Said Blue
"Yeah ive been thinking, i think we should go 60 - 40 instead of 50 - 50"
"You f****** kidding me?" Said Mr.Blue
"No im not, you dont know the risk i went through to get them here safely"
"Hey we where in that f****** heist together, it gets split fairly"
"Well maybe i should keep them myself then" Said Pink
"F****** over my dead body .  ." Mr.Blue pulled out his Revolver as he said that and pointed it right at Mr.Pink, who also had his gun out. They stood there in the middle of the room, guns pointed at eachother.
This was the second time Mr.Pink had been in this sitaution today.
"Act like a proffesional Blue!" Shouted Mr.Pink
"I am . . " Grunted Blue.

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Over to you cowboy.

[Cowboy Is Cool]

  "Pointing our guns at each other isn't f*cking professional!", Mr. Pink said, nervous as hell. Mr. Blue grimaced. "Neither is refusing to split the loot, you ass." They stood there like that for only 5 seconds. But it was a tense 5 seconds. Mr. Blue didn't really want to shoot him. Maybe he could just knock him out. Ok. He swung his revolver at Pink's head, hoping to pistol-whip him. It didn't work. At all. Mr. Pink ducked and aimed for Blue's stomach. "Sh*t!", Blue yelled, diving over the bed and landing on his ass on the other side. BANG! Mr. Pink fired, but missed.

  Mr. Blue stood up from the other side of the bed, pointing his gun at Pink. "Hey, sh*thead!" Mr. Pink turned around, gun pointed at Blue. "Those diamonds are mine!" He pulled the trigger, nearly hitting Pink in the shoulder. Pink threw himself to the ground, taking cover next to the bed. "Screw you, Blue! Those diamonds are mine! I deserve them more than you do!" Blue picked up the lamp from the bedside table and whizzed it at Pink's head, which was clearly exposed. It smashed into pieces, causing Pink to grab his head and and whine. "Ow, you asshole! Damn, that hurt! I'm bleeding!"

  Mr. Blue laughed, but Pink jumped up and fired 3 times. Blue dropped to the ground, hands on his head. When Pink stopped firing, Blue bolted to the door, opening it and turning around, shooting one more time at Mr. Pink. He ran out into the hallway, nearly knocking over a man. "Get the f*ck out of my way!", Blue said, punching the guy in the face. Blue started knocking on another door. "Let me in! I've been shot! I need an ambulance!", said Mr. Blue, trying his best to sound sincere. He turned. Sh*t. Pink was in the hallway now, pointing his gun at Blue. "Sh*t!" Mr. Blue smashed the window of the room, jumping in just as Pink fired. The bullet missed.

  Inside, a woman was watching TV. She screamed and jumped up, trying to hide in the closet. Mr. Blue grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into the wall. Mr. Pink tried to climb through the window like Blue had, but Mr. Blue turned and shot Pink square in the shoulder. He fell to the hallway floor, screaming. "DAMMIT! You're dead, Blue! You hear me?" Blue quickly ran out the door, into the hallway. Mr. Pink tried to point his gun at Blue. He kicked it away and pointed his revolver at Pink's head. "F*ck you, Mr. Pink." Then, came something totally unexpected. Mr. Pink kicked Mr. Blue in the nuts.

  Blue was about to double over, but Pink grabbed his gun and tackled Blue down the stairs. They rolled down to the first floor hallway, where Blue stood up. Sh*t. His head was bleeding, right down the side. Crap. He ran into the lobby, Mr. Pink trying to stand up. Blue was almost to the other side of the lobby when Pink ran in the room, firing at Blue. This was it. No more hiding. No more taking cover. Blue turned around and strafed sideways, firing his remaining 3 bullets at Pink. None hit the mark. Blue ducked down behind a cheap-ass statue to reload. He pulled out his second revolver. It was killing time.

  At the same time, Mr. Pink stood in the hallway, back pressed up against the wall. He reloaded his pistol. Blue was a dead man. He took a deep breath and ran into the room, firing at Blue, who now had two revolvers in his hands. Mr. Pink ran to the left as Mr. Blue ran to the right, both of them firing at each other. No bullets hit their targets. Mr. Blue ducked down behind the counter. "F*ck. Out of ammo." Mr. Pink dove behind that statue. "Crap! I'm empty!" Mr. Blue left his guns on the floor and grabbed the wooden bat from underneath the counter, charging across the room at Pink.

  Mr. Pink grabbed a vase and slammed it against Blue's head, causing him to lose his balance and fall right into Mr. Pink. They both crashed into the next room, a billiards room. Mr. Blue stood up, head bleeding from both sides now. Mr. Pink stood up, still clutching the broken vase. "That's it, Pink. You're time is up." Blue clutched the wooden bat tightly.

[TheGingerWarrior]

"Your a f***** ass!" Scremed Mr.Pink, loosing all sense of proffesionalsm now, he was an animal, an uncaged one. He reached behind him and picked up a snooker cue off the snooke table.
"And your a f****** dead ass!" Screamed Mr.Blue. He swung his bat in towards Pink, who blocked it with the snooker cue, but the cue was flimsy compared to the bat and snapped in 2. Pink now had 2 halves of a que in either hand.
"Mother F*****!!" Screamed Pink, he threw one half of the Cue, it sailed past Mr.Blue. Quickly he thew the other half and it thwarted Mr.Blue in the nose, popping it. This forced Mr.Blue to drop his bat.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Screamed Mr.Pink with rage, his usual slicked back hair now all over the place, he ran towards Mr.Blue and started to charge him across the room, in a rugby tackle position.
He charged him out of the room and back into the hallway. He carried on charging till he drove Mr.Blue into the reception counter.
Blue hit the counter with a crack, nearly breaking his spine, he slid down and lay on the floor, groaning slightly.
Mr.Pink looked around, he bolted up the steps 2 at a time, out of Mr.Blues sight.
Mr.Blue lay there "F***** little S***!" He screamed, and with that he got up to his feet. He went behind the reception counter and looked underneath it. Sure enough, taped underneath it, was a small pistol.
A lot of places did that nowadays, for protection purposes. Mr.Blue ripped it off and walked up the stairs.
"Come on then you f*****!" Screamed Mr.Blue as he reached the hallway Mr.Pinks room was on. He started striding across the hallway till he came to Pinks room, the door was still wide open. He walked in. There was no one there, he looked around inspecting futher.
He went back into the corridor. No one there.
'The Diamonds!' Thought Blue, panic striking him. He ran back into the room and lifted the matress up. Sure enough the diamonds where there. But where was Pink?.
Mr.Pink darted out of the wardrobe and tackled Mr.Blue onoto the floor, sending the gun flying out of his hand.
He drew his fist back and started to punch Mr.Blue in the face, repeatedly.
Mr.Blue was in immense pain, but no way was he letting it get the better of him.
Blue moved his head to the side and one of Mr.Pink punches hit the solid wooden floor.
Mr.Pink let out a yelp of pain "B******!" Screamed Pink
Blue took advantage of this and pushed Mr.Pink sending him onto his arse on the floor, he stood up and grabbed Mr.Pink by the scruff of his collar, He threw hgim into the wardrobe smashing it into pieces.
Pink screamed as he arched his back in pain and scrunched his eyes.
"Not so f****** tough now are you" Said Mr.Blue as he spat blood at him.
But this was all a diversion, Mr.Pink was feeling around for something. Bingo. He grabbed the rail inside the wardrobe that you would usually hang your clothes on, He swung it towards Mr.Blue from the ground, connecting it to Mr.Blues jaw, he sent him backwards and crashing to the ground.
The 2 men lay there on the ground. 40 seconds passed of them lying there, occasionaly letting off a wimper of pain or a heavy groan. Mr.Pink clutched onto the pole and used it as support whilst he got to his feet. He stood there for a few seconds as he looked over at Mr.Blue . .  lying there motionless.
He limped over to the diamonds and grabbed them, before limping over to Mr.Blue, He raised the pole into the air about to send it crashing down to Blue.

*BOOM*
Mr.Blue turned around and fired a bullet out of the gun he had dropepd earlier. It hit Mr.Pink just bellow the rib cage, Pinks eyes opened wider as he took a step backwards from the impact of the bullet.

*BOOM*
Blue fired a second bullet, this time it hit Mr.Pink right in the gut, sending him doubled over, he continued to step back.

*BOOM*
The 3rd bullet hit Mr.Pink in the throat, sending a jet of blood all over the room.

*BOOM*
The 4th Bullet hit Mr.Pink right between the eyes, and with that he fell straight backwards, landing with his arms and his legs spread right out.

Mr.Blue lay back onto the ground, the gun in one hand, his other clenching his jaw where Mr.Pink had hit him with the pole, he slowly got to his feet and walked over to Mr.Pink he pointed the gun at Mr.Pink and fired off a final bullet hitting him right in the middle of his face.
He looked at the body
"Thats what you get for being greedy you b******" Muttered Mr.Blue
Mr.Pinks eyes where wide open, he looked like he was shocked, he thought he had won for sure.
Blue bent over and removed the satchel of diamonds from Mr.Pinks hands.
Time to get the f*** out of here before the cops came.
He limped across the corridor, a man stepped out of his room looking terrified.
Mr.Blue pointed the gun at him
"Get in you mother f*****!!" Imemdiatly the man darted into his room and bolted the door behind him.
Blue limped down the steps, he tripped on the last one and hit the floor.
"B******!" He mutterd to himself, he was battle torn, limping, bloood and bruises all over him. He got to his feet and picked up his gun and the satchel, he walked out of the main entrance and walked over to a car that was parked.
He rammed the but of the gun into the window, smashing it up, he reached his hand in and opened the door.
He sat in and put the gun on his lap, if any cops stopped him he would blow there face off before they could say "Liscence please sir . . "
He hot wired the car and pulled out of the car park, he started to head down the dark road. Sirens where in the distance, apraching him from the other end of the road. Mr.Blue clutched the gun in one hand while he drove with other, he gulped. The police cars went straight past him, heading for the motel.
Mr.Blue Smiled.
Home Free.



The End.
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Epilogue: Mr.Blue lived out the rest of his days on a small island in the bahamas, he married a local and had a child, although it was at a late age.
He died of natural causes in January 2002. Leaving his wife and son a nice house with enough money to live on in the house.
His dissapearance and the dissapearance of the diamonds is still unknown to the police.
The case has still not been solved to this day.

[Vermin Is Cool]

Pink dead? Now I'm upset.