Post by Ethan Adler on Sept 22, 2010 12:13:18 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right][/color]"I know what you're thinking. 'Did he fire six shots or only five?' Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question...Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"
Ethan Adler wasn't Clint Eastwood. There wasn't a shot in fucking hell that he was anywhere akin to Dirty Harry. Sure, he may have likened himself as such when he was a child... But now, no... Ethan wasn't a fighter. That had always been Eric. Ethan on the other hand had been much more of an intellectual. He tried to find other ways out of fights. He was never one for much violence and the young man had always seemed good at charming his way out of it. Ethan was skilled when it came to that. No, he wasn't a rat... But hot damn was he smart. Though they had grown up together, Ethan and his brother Eric had damn near fallen apart as they grew older. Ethan excelled in school... While Eric excelled in other extra-curricular activities. Sure, their family seemed like the perfect American family on the outside... But, as history had proven... Everyone had their skeletons.
Ethan Adler was at work when it was announced. He had been staring blankly at his computer screen when his cell phone had blared to life. The ringing shattered the silence of his office. For a moment, it seemed unreal. Ethan felt trapped in a mindless loop... He let the phone ring a few times picking it up. It was his mother. As the tiny piece of technology continued to persist and interrupt his silence, Ethan began to grow annoyed. He wasn't sure what his mother had wanted... Though, Ethan figured it was finally time to find out. On the fifth ring, Ethan answered the call and could hear his mother's shrill voice screaming in his ear. Right away, Ethan could tell something was wrong. Her voice wasn't normally shrill... Right now, Ethan knew something couldn't be right. His mother was shouting orders at him like a military commander, and almost immediately, Ethan began to get a migraine. "Woah... Mom, slow down... One word at a time." Ethan tried vainly to get his mother to calm down... But the young main was shit out of luck really... All he could make out were a few words in between sobs... Outbreak... Evacuation... Central Park.
That was all Ethan really needed to hear. He knew his mother wasn't joking around. When things were serious like this, Ethan knew it was time to act. Ethan had been given the low-down and all sorts of drills when he'd been with his parents during the time up to the election. He knew that he had to do what she said. He knew that he had to be the prodigal son, just like he'd always been. As the young man left his office. Ignoring everyone in the office, Ethan's survival instincts took over... He immediately made his way to the elevator and began to descend through the corporate building. However, as he stood there, Ethan's mind began to wander elsewhere. What about Eric? Ethan's brother was somewhere in New York City. Sure, they didn't speak much, but Ethan knew he was here... Somewhere. Ethan knew what the right course of action was. Ethan knew that he couldn't leave his brother... Sure, they had their differences... But Eric was still his flesh and blood.
As the elevator opened up into the lobby, Ethan brushed his suit ever so slightly and stepped into the crisp room and began to make his way towards the exit. He eyed the Secret Service Agent by the door and chose to ignore him. As Ethan drew nearer, the agent moved in front of the doorway and began to speak into this ear piece to which Ethan held his hand up in a stopping motion. "Not now Tom... I'm going to find my brother." The agent attempted to persist, but Ethan wasn't having any of it... Not by a long shot. Ethan moved passed the agent and out the building. The young man was sure the agent was still following him, but Ethan didn't care. He needed to find his brother. Eric had fallen out with his family. Ethan wasn't even sure if his mother had bothered to call Eric... He needed to find his big brother. Ethan needed to do this... Regardless of what had gone on in the past, they were still family.
Things never went according to plan. There was always the more than likely chance that something was going to go awry. Nearly the moment that Ethan had stepped outside, the young man could see that New York City was going to the dogs. Everything seemed to be happening so quickly, and Ethan wasn't quite sure of what to do. For a moment, the young man stood there and stared up into the sky as the city seemed to erupt in fireball of commotion. What brought him back to Earth was the startling noise beside him. Behind him, Ethan could hear the distinct sound of people fighting. Immediately, the young man turned around, but it was too late. Ethan was met with a fist to his face as he spun around on his heel. Blackness quickly took Ethan as he fell to the pavement. Though he was out like a light, the young man's subconscious realized what was going on; someone was rummaging through his pockets. Just fucking great... Ethan was knocked out cold, face down in the pavement, being robbed of his wallet. Ethan's subconscious found it almost amusing... Here Ethan was trying to be a hero... Trying to save his brother's life... Rather, Ethan was exactly what he had always been... Plain and simple, Ethan would never be Clint Eastwood. Instead, Ethan was just a punk...[/justify][/blockquote]
