The fanscript is a true sequel to my first story (I had some stuff that needs to be answered) so I hope you don't mind. To see the original and the others: http://www.wix.com/yaoihuntressearth/Clint-City-Stories
Panel 1: It’s another night for Roots as Armand, Tshern and Lilly are carrying boxes of canned food to the storage room of the new soup kitchen the clan set up. Caught in a debate, Armand and Tshern are getting fairly close to arguing and annoying Lilly (who is four feet in front of them) as she rolls her eyes.
Tsiern: Come on, the guy’s long dead; he won’t have won anyway.
Armand: Not as a zombie.
Panel 2: Armand just can’t believe the stupidity of Tshern’s belief as he to him while they set the boxes down. The feeling is mutual for Tshern.
Armand: Not like your guy is any better; with all those drugs in his system he couldn’t even land straight punch.
Tsiern: He survived; it just means he can take more hits.
Panel 3: Grating on her last nerve, Lilly lets them have it and makes a bit of a blow. Unknown to them, a monster-shaped shadow looms in the corner as a floating key chain with three keys attached to it jingle above the Roots members heads.
Lilly: Would you be quiet! Nobody but you two care whether Frank Zappa could beat David Crosby in fist-fight.
Panel 4: The shadowy figure’s eye glow red as it looms over Tshern and Armand who innocently find their debate of use.
Tsiern: Well, we think it’s important.
Panel 1: Malia storms toward Rick, her fists begging to bury them selves into his face as she pants all the running. But it doesn’t bother him; he just casually leans against his desk, holding a white paper bag containing a mysterious object and smiles at her.
Rick: You don’t look so good, Malia, maybe you should exercise more.
Malia: Oh I got plenty of that when my little informant caught you cheating on your diet.
Panel 2: Gritting her teeth, she jabs a finger at him, her frustration with the man at its zenith. But the feeling is mutual as he digs into the bag, meeting her angry glare with one of his own.
Malia: I create a nice diet plan, give you some mild exercise and this is how you replay me?
Rick: Mild my ass. You throw away my treats, blacklist me from every fast food place in town and Hell, those whip marks form yesterday still haven’t healed over.
Panel 3: With a triumphant smile Rick pulls out the greasiest, most artery-clogging jelly donut imaginable that’s so over-stuffed that the ultra-sugary jelly is beginning to leak on to his fingers.
Rick: But I’m not afraid of you any more you little psycho.
Panel 4: His imagined blow against her (as he brings the donut to his mouth) only to make Malia angrier as she barely manages to stifle her rage enough to give him a “friendly” warning.
Malia: Don’t you even think about.
Panel 5: Her warning falls to deaf ears. The playful moving of the donut back and forth into his open mouth adds even more fuel to the fire until…
Malia: Rick, I’m warning you.
Panel 6: Striking his final blow, he throws caution to the wind and takes the biggest bite he is capable of.
Panel 7: Yet his little adversary is strangely restrained, a plan brewing her head as something on his desk catches his eye.
Rick: So what are you going to do about it?
Malia: Oh I’ve got something in mind.
Panel 1: Expecting more along the lines of a kick in the groin, Rick hides his unsureity as he sucks some of the jelly out of his donut as he watches her pick up and examine the model of the car from Starsky and Hutch on his desk.
Malia: Say, wasn’t this the car from Starsky and Hutch?
Rick: Yeah. I love that show, part of the reason I became a cop in the first place.
Malia: You want to know something about it?
Panel 2: Close-up of Malia as she shouts out the three words that will in no doubt stop him in his tracks.
Malia: THE SHOW SUCKED
Panel 3: More damaging than a kick to the head, it’s Rick’s turn to point an angry finger at her as she crosses her arms.
Rick: Take that back!
Panel 4: Their patience shot, the aura of battle arises as they both pull their sleeves back, ready to unleash two days of utter frustrations upon each other.
Rick: That’s it.
Malia: You want a piece of me?
Panel 5: Getting the first blow, Malia releases her anger in a fierce kick to his stomach.
Malia: I’ll give you one!
Panel 6: And he returns favor with swift blow to her face.
Rick: Feeling’s mutual.
Panel 7: A mysterious, feminine, white-gloved hands up a gun and shoots it.
Sound FX: Bang!
Panel 1: Their little war at a stand-still, the two of them turn to Miranda (final level) (with both Coby and Skullface on either side of her) who still has the smoking gun her hand and flashing the kind of glare only an angry mother could give.
Miranda: Coby, Skullface, grab them.
Panel 2: The look on Rick and Malia’s faces as their clanmates grab and begin to lead them away doesn’t faze Miranda in slightest as she puts her gun back into its holster.
Miranda: I’ve had enough of you two.
Panel 3: Rick and Malia’s destination: The utility closet (which Miranda is opening the door to) that they are in the process being shoved into.
Miranda: As long as Copper has put me in charge, this crap is going to stop right now.
Panel 4: Now properly tossed in, Miranda slams the door with all her might.
Miranda: And you two children aren’t getting out until it does.
Panel 5: Making sure they stay there, Miranda has barricaded a door with a desk. Since this will take a while, she sits on it, starts knitting the afghan and not really buying their attempt to weasel out of this.
Caption: One hour later…
Rick: (through the door) You can let us out now; we’ve come up with a plan.
Miranda: What is it?
Rick: Uh…Aw damnit.
Panel 6: With his binoculars once again in his hands, Vryer is in not in the best of moods as he shifts his head to someone behind him.
Vryer: Are you trying to make me look bad?
Panel 1: A look of faint disgust is apparent upon Vryer’s face as he just finishes putting the final repairs on XU52 as he pulls something from his robe. He does the best he can with the creature without dragging it back to his lab by patching up the gashes the records left even if it means he can only shoot half as many buds as before.
Vryer: Answer this for me Anne my dear.
Panel 2: He nearly shoves a copy of the Clint City Tribune into her face with a sketch of XU52 with the headline, “Mutant Freak Terrorizes Clint City.”
Vryer: Why aren’t they dead?
Anne: The cops were coming and…
Vryer: Not that you stupid girl. Those Roots members were supposed to be a bloody smear, but you couldn’t let it happen could you?
Panel 3: Both morals and devotion wells up inside Anne as she feels her stomach knot-up as she attempts to explains herself, but he just turns and narrows his eyes with a slight sadistic glee in them.
Anne: I just don’t see why.
Vryer: Oh I get it; you’re just willing to toss Sigmund’s dream side for your own petty little desires.
Panel 4: Seeing some benefit to her mercy, he ignores her desperate cry and pulls out a piece of paper.
Anne: That’s not true!
Vryer: Granted it does give the rest of the clans a chance to see my work in action, but I’ll give you another chance.
Panel 5: Using her powers, she makes the paper float in front of her as she reads it.
Anne: So does that mean no one else has to die?
Vryer: Maybe. But I do have a new set of coordinates for you.
Panel 6: Believing that she can prove herself, Anne flies off with XU52 in tow. Little does she realize that Vryer now has an amused look on his face.
Vryer Thought: Just consider this a lesson my dear.
Panel 1: Going back to our heroes, Copper, Hawk and Dragan surrounded by various members of the Pussycats; too busy waiting for the monster to strike to enjoy the view of all lovely ladies among them and just barely notice Copper’s cell phone ringing.
Charlie: Are you sure they’re coming?
Copper: If the note’s right they will.
Sound FX: Ring. Ring.
Panel 2: Greeted by a strange, mechanically altered voice Copper can’t help to feel disgusted at its owner’s arrogance dripping with every letter.
Voice: Ah there you are. I must congratulate you for being early.
Panel 3: Copper shouts back at the phone as if the voice’s owner was right there with him.
Copper: Listen here you sick freak. You’ll get those girls over my dead body.
Panel 4: Not the Vryer even gives a damn as the scene changes to him making the call, holding a voice-changing device against his throat, enjoying every mintue of the Sentinel’s anger.
Vryer: I’m sorry. I should’ve been more specific. You got the location right.
Panel 5: Once again, back to Pussycat HQ, Copper nearly drops the phone as everyone else stares at him as he hears seven little words that send a horrible chill up his spine.
Vryer: But they’re not the ones I’m after.
Panel 1: Following the happily jingling keys that have been a staple in its existence, XU52 menacingly lumbers down the back alley of the Pink Room as Anne flies behind it.
Caption: Normally the Pink Room, the Pussycats’ favorite hang-out, wouldn’t dream of letting anything outside the female gender within five feet of the place, but tonight will be an “exception.”
Anne Thought: Alright, time to prove yourself.
Voice: *off panel* Sure boss.
Panel 2: Klaus, Louise and Gwen watch as John turns off his communicator after hearing Copper’s warning (all of them armed with belts containing several bottles of water and the two Pussycats holding baseball bats). John can just feel a headache come on as things are about to get even more annoying and not just because XU52 is creeping behind them in the shadows (that has just manages to get Gwen’s attention.)
John: Oh crap.
Klaus: What is it John?
Panel 3: Shot of XU52 shooting what’s left of the active buds from the parts of his chest that hasn’t been torn-up.
Panel 4: Alas the element of ignorance is no long available to XU52 since Gwen immediately knows what to do in the form of tackling Klaus out of the way of the buds.
Panel 5: Locked in battle once again, XU52 makes a powerful swipe with both of its arms, just barely missing its targets and getting some bullets as a reward. Meanwhile the monster’s little guardian angel peeks her head and shoulders out from a wall to check on him.
Panel 6: Split panel. The Right: A hand comes to Anne’s shocked mouth as her eyes fall upon John (on the left side) firing at the creature.
Anne Thought: Mr. Callahan!
Panel 1: An anger over her clanmate’s crap boils inside her as she extends her glowing hand to levitate a familiar pair of keys.
Anne Thought: Another chance, yeah right you big jerk.
Panel 2: And all that is needed is one little shake from those keys (now floating above the others’ heads) to distract XU52. Even with the rapid infliction of bullets and pummeling of bats, the monster is only halfway weary and manages to shoot Louise down with some buds.
Anne Caption: Anybody but him.
Panel 3: Snapping her back to her duty, the memory of Vryer’s warning rings in her head.
Memory: So you’re just willing to toss Sigmund’s dream aside for your own petty little desires?
Panel 4: Memories of her mortal days begin to conflict: on the left she adoringly smiles as she greets John at the front door of his apartment with a plate of freshly baked cookies. A sadder image on the right appears of her watching her father slumped down in a chair, his face in his hands. Neither memory makes things easier as tears begin to form and she places both hands on either side of her head, trying to make sense of it all.
Anne Thought: No. Dr. Gheist will fix everything; it’ll all be better. He’ll make Mr. Zatman pay for ruining daddy’s business.
Panel 5: Screaming on the top of her lungs, she slams the keys on the ground; accidentally catching XU52’s attention to them. And it’s victims’ attention to her.
Anne: I’m sorry Mr. Callahan!
Panel 6: With nothing else to do, she flies and phases through the wall of a neighboring building as the others just barely get a full glance at her.
John Thought: No, it couldn’t be her.
Panel 1: Without its little guardian angel, XU52 makes mad dash for the keys to have Gwen impulsively snatch them up.
Panel 2: Inspiration hits John as he turns to Gwen, hoping the idea will work despite her cynicism as she follows his order.
John: Gwen, shake them, now.
Sound FX: Jingle. Jingle.
Panel 3: But it’s a miracle that Gwen can hardly believe as she slowly backs away, keeping XU52 so entranced that it doesn’t notice Klaus rushing by, pulling out a bottle of water to revive Lousie.
Gwen: It’s…working. Come on, monster, come on.
Sound FX: Jingle. Jingle.
Panel 4: That is until a ninja star flies by and knocks them out of her hand.
Panel 5: Tatane points an accusing finger while holding some ninja stars in the other, barking out an order to her fellow victims (Jalil, Lilly, Dash, Tsern and Armand).
Tatane: There’s the creep. Get it!
Panel 6: Without its precious keys, XU52 lets out a roar pure rage at its new attackers. And all John can do is a facepalm at their collective stupidity.
Panel 1: Knowing this might not be one of his brightest ideas, something inside Robin knows that answering the note might be for the better. Meeting in a secluded location, his shadow-shrouded messenger is just about to make his first appearance known as he holds up and plays a little something on his recorder.
Robin Thought: I’m probably going to regret this.
Recorder: Ahhh! Please, stop.
Panel 2: With phase one out of the way, the figure reveals himself to be Vryer. Greeting Robin with a sly, almost sadistic smile, he turns off the recorder.
Vryer: You remember that, don’t you my boy?