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call_me_snakeCharacter Name: Snake Plissken
Origin: Escape From New York/LA
Word Count: 1252
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Rating: (just like the movies) PG-13 (for swearing and violence)
Note: This post contains spoilers for the end of Escape From New York.
Snake dashed toward the wall stumbling in the rubble as the harness lowered toward him. He looked hesitantly back at the president and then at the harness. They would never neutralize the charges if the president wasn’t already over the wall. He half hobbled and half pulled Harker toward the harness. Snake roughly wrapped the straps around his shoulder and watched him start to ascend toward the top of the wall. His eye turned toward the count down 00:01:32 the red numbers mocked.
“Fuck” Snake mumbled as he looked up the wall. His eye turned back to the bridge just in time to see the Duke raising the gun. Instinctively Snake ducked as the gun strafed over his head. He glanced at the wall, his salvation and then back at the man with the gun. He had to find cover. Snake dove for the destroyed cars momentarily abandoning the chance at freedom. He would be just as dead shot as he would if the nukes went off in his veins. Snake scrambled behind the car as the Duke of New York rounded the other side. He glanced once longingly at the descending harness before forcing himself to climb on to the car and dive on to the Duke. Hell it hurt. The arrow wound began to bleed again as he impacted but his adversary didn’t fall. Snake struggled to choke the man or wrestle him to the ground all the time the harness laid waiting at the bottom of the wall taunting him. Snake threw his weight into it and kicked the Duke in the calf as he allowed his body to fall back. Finally, the bastard fell. Snake was instantly confronted with a gun that he grabbed and tried to wrestle free from the man vying for the ride over the wall to freedom. Snake snarled and elbowed him hard in the sternum. The second his grip loosened Snake yanked it from his hands tossing it aside. He heard it clatter to the ground and wondered “Why the fuck he had thrown the gun away.” There was no time to ponder as the Duke started to push himself to his feet. Snake snarled slamming his forearm into the other man’s face. He groaned in pain as he got to his feet, everything hurt by now.
His leg burned with pain and he could feel the broken ribs scrapping together as he once more scrambled up the rubble to the harness. He grabbed the harness and gave it a hard pull to start the trip to the top. His eye caught sight of the timer 00:00:47 it read in the brilliant red block type. Snake looked up the wall as his feet left the ground. He wanted to climb, to reach the top faster and despite the futility tried to press his boots to the concrete and speed up the process.
00:00:39 His eye again caught sight of the countdown. “Shit can’t this thing go faster” he wondered glancing back down at the Duke who was still on the ground. There was a jerk and then the rope stopped its steady climb. His wide eye peered at the place where the cable disappeared over the wall. “This couldn’t be fucking real!” Snake pushed his feet into the wall and started pulling at the harness.
His eye turned back toward the ground to see the Duke crawling toward the gun... “FUCK!” Snake cursed. He was half way up the wall now was not the time to get shot. He tugged on the harness again, more frantically this time as the Duke got to his feet. “Fuck no!” Snake snarled at the unbelievable turn that fate seemed to have taken. He was almost free.
Snake heard gun shots and peered down at the Duke assuming that was the source but he was stumbling back in a spray of blood. His eye returned to the wall just as President Harker started to scream.” Yeah, hey, Number One! You're the Duke! You're the Duke! You're... the Duke... You're A-Number-One.”
“Fucking Christ, the man is insane” Plissken thought for a moment while he hung suspended on the verge of death. “No wonder this country has gone to Hell!” The gun fire stopped and Snake glanced back at the bridge to see the Duke lying on the car hood. It was satisfying to see him die but it could be enjoyed later. The winch once more started and Snake resumed his attempt to climb the wall.
As soon as his fingers could touch railings he pulled himself up and jumped over the other side still clinging to the harness. 00:00:25 the red numbers read as he slammed off the wall and dangled on the free side. “Hell, I’m going to finish this and die because of this damned winch.” He glanced down at the ground “Ten maybe twelve feet.” He had to do something he was about to die. He let go with one hand trying to get closer to the ground but time was running out. In a mad desire to survive he let go and slammed into the ground. His body crumpled as it hit the concrete, pain shot through his legs. There was no time for this. Snake crawled to his feet. He had to keep moving or die.
He could see the machine that would stop the explosion in his neck and all the pain faded. All that mattered was surviving he had to make it. Suddenly Hauk stepped in the way and pushed the medic and his x-ray machine away.
“The tape, Plissken.” Snake watched Hauk shove his hand out and snarled. He could die here and all Hauk worried about was the fucking tape. Snake’s eye narrowed and he thrust the tape into Hauk's hand. Hauk stepped away and the medic returned. Snake didn’t often pray but with only seconds between him and death that was about all that was left.
The cold paddles pressed to his sweating neck and buzzed. The buzz was followed by a slight burning sensation in his neck. Snake eyed the two men suspiciously. “What if this wasn’t what stopped the charge but the thing that set them off?” His eye was set maliciously on Hauk the whole time. “What a fucking bastard.” Was all Snake’s mind could register. He heard the medic say something and pull the paddles away. Fury was boiling in Snake’s blood and he couldn’t bear the thought of looking away from Hauk. He wished he could burn a hole through him, kill him, tear him apart but that could wait.
Snake raised his wrist and pushed the button on the watch. He hesitated and then glanced at it with disbelief. 00:00:02 His mind started to race. “What if they still went off?” He glared at Hauk and the gun on his hip. Snake was intent on taking the bastard with him if the nukes went off and he started to bleed out.
He again watched the time ticking down 00:00:01, 00:00:00 and then there was an ominous beep. Snake scowled at Hauk waiting for anything to feel off. Seconds ticked by or maybe not as Snake waited. Nothing still. Finally he lowered his arm content that nothing was going to happen. Hauk smiled triumphantly as if it brought him pleasure to see Snake afraid, to see him squirm under someone else’s decisions. Plissken saw the look and clenched his teeth. Hauk would pay for this someday; Snake would make sure of it.
Continued here.
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Origin: Escape From New York/LA
Word Count: 1252
Character’s LJ:
_call_me_snake_Rating: (just like the movies) PG-13 (for swearing and violence)
Note: This post contains spoilers for the end of Escape From New York.
Snake dashed toward the wall stumbling in the rubble as the harness lowered toward him. He looked hesitantly back at the president and then at the harness. They would never neutralize the charges if the president wasn’t already over the wall. He half hobbled and half pulled Harker toward the harness. Snake roughly wrapped the straps around his shoulder and watched him start to ascend toward the top of the wall. His eye turned toward the count down 00:01:32 the red numbers mocked.
“Fuck” Snake mumbled as he looked up the wall. His eye turned back to the bridge just in time to see the Duke raising the gun. Instinctively Snake ducked as the gun strafed over his head. He glanced at the wall, his salvation and then back at the man with the gun. He had to find cover. Snake dove for the destroyed cars momentarily abandoning the chance at freedom. He would be just as dead shot as he would if the nukes went off in his veins. Snake scrambled behind the car as the Duke of New York rounded the other side. He glanced once longingly at the descending harness before forcing himself to climb on to the car and dive on to the Duke. Hell it hurt. The arrow wound began to bleed again as he impacted but his adversary didn’t fall. Snake struggled to choke the man or wrestle him to the ground all the time the harness laid waiting at the bottom of the wall taunting him. Snake threw his weight into it and kicked the Duke in the calf as he allowed his body to fall back. Finally, the bastard fell. Snake was instantly confronted with a gun that he grabbed and tried to wrestle free from the man vying for the ride over the wall to freedom. Snake snarled and elbowed him hard in the sternum. The second his grip loosened Snake yanked it from his hands tossing it aside. He heard it clatter to the ground and wondered “Why the fuck he had thrown the gun away.” There was no time to ponder as the Duke started to push himself to his feet. Snake snarled slamming his forearm into the other man’s face. He groaned in pain as he got to his feet, everything hurt by now.
His leg burned with pain and he could feel the broken ribs scrapping together as he once more scrambled up the rubble to the harness. He grabbed the harness and gave it a hard pull to start the trip to the top. His eye caught sight of the timer 00:00:47 it read in the brilliant red block type. Snake looked up the wall as his feet left the ground. He wanted to climb, to reach the top faster and despite the futility tried to press his boots to the concrete and speed up the process.
00:00:39 His eye again caught sight of the countdown. “Shit can’t this thing go faster” he wondered glancing back down at the Duke who was still on the ground. There was a jerk and then the rope stopped its steady climb. His wide eye peered at the place where the cable disappeared over the wall. “This couldn’t be fucking real!” Snake pushed his feet into the wall and started pulling at the harness.
His eye turned back toward the ground to see the Duke crawling toward the gun... “FUCK!” Snake cursed. He was half way up the wall now was not the time to get shot. He tugged on the harness again, more frantically this time as the Duke got to his feet. “Fuck no!” Snake snarled at the unbelievable turn that fate seemed to have taken. He was almost free.
Snake heard gun shots and peered down at the Duke assuming that was the source but he was stumbling back in a spray of blood. His eye returned to the wall just as President Harker started to scream.” Yeah, hey, Number One! You're the Duke! You're the Duke! You're... the Duke... You're A-Number-One.”
“Fucking Christ, the man is insane” Plissken thought for a moment while he hung suspended on the verge of death. “No wonder this country has gone to Hell!” The gun fire stopped and Snake glanced back at the bridge to see the Duke lying on the car hood. It was satisfying to see him die but it could be enjoyed later. The winch once more started and Snake resumed his attempt to climb the wall.
As soon as his fingers could touch railings he pulled himself up and jumped over the other side still clinging to the harness. 00:00:25 the red numbers read as he slammed off the wall and dangled on the free side. “Hell, I’m going to finish this and die because of this damned winch.” He glanced down at the ground “Ten maybe twelve feet.” He had to do something he was about to die. He let go with one hand trying to get closer to the ground but time was running out. In a mad desire to survive he let go and slammed into the ground. His body crumpled as it hit the concrete, pain shot through his legs. There was no time for this. Snake crawled to his feet. He had to keep moving or die.
He could see the machine that would stop the explosion in his neck and all the pain faded. All that mattered was surviving he had to make it. Suddenly Hauk stepped in the way and pushed the medic and his x-ray machine away.
“The tape, Plissken.” Snake watched Hauk shove his hand out and snarled. He could die here and all Hauk worried about was the fucking tape. Snake’s eye narrowed and he thrust the tape into Hauk's hand. Hauk stepped away and the medic returned. Snake didn’t often pray but with only seconds between him and death that was about all that was left.
The cold paddles pressed to his sweating neck and buzzed. The buzz was followed by a slight burning sensation in his neck. Snake eyed the two men suspiciously. “What if this wasn’t what stopped the charge but the thing that set them off?” His eye was set maliciously on Hauk the whole time. “What a fucking bastard.” Was all Snake’s mind could register. He heard the medic say something and pull the paddles away. Fury was boiling in Snake’s blood and he couldn’t bear the thought of looking away from Hauk. He wished he could burn a hole through him, kill him, tear him apart but that could wait.
Snake raised his wrist and pushed the button on the watch. He hesitated and then glanced at it with disbelief. 00:00:02 His mind started to race. “What if they still went off?” He glared at Hauk and the gun on his hip. Snake was intent on taking the bastard with him if the nukes went off and he started to bleed out.
He again watched the time ticking down 00:00:01, 00:00:00 and then there was an ominous beep. Snake scowled at Hauk waiting for anything to feel off. Seconds ticked by or maybe not as Snake waited. Nothing still. Finally he lowered his arm content that nothing was going to happen. Hauk smiled triumphantly as if it brought him pleasure to see Snake afraid, to see him squirm under someone else’s decisions. Plissken saw the look and clenched his teeth. Hauk would pay for this someday; Snake would make sure of it.
Continued here.
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