From Handbook of the Union Universe

Checking Out
Author: @Britanic
Genre:	Drama
Age Rating:
Characters Involved:	Big Game, Debauched, Partisan.
Date Written:	26/06/2007
Story Timeline:	26/06/2007
Blurb
Big Game is jumped at the Golden Giza
IC Accessibility of Article
Obscure
Tags
Big Game, Debauched, Humanity First, Big Game/Burning Bridges.

Part of the Big Game/Burning Bridges character plot, where Humanity First furthers their vendetta against Big Game.

[edit] Part One

26/06/07, 10.21am, The Golden Giza, St.Martial

Big Game left the room he had shared with Raven Skathe, carrying with him a sickening feeling of guilt. Recent events had seen himself, and his colleagues attacked, as well as his home at the Salty Spittoon burnt to the ground by his old outfit Humanity First. Game had decided that he was a dangerous man to be around, and decided the best thing to do for Raven’s own safety was to cut her loose. At least he thought that was the reason. Had he pondered on it further he may have just come to the conclusion he wasn’t ready to settle down, and there was far too many women on his mind the moment for him to play happy families with Raven. Not being a fan of face to face confrontations he decided to break up with her by letter, and had his stuff moved to another room in another part of Giza. He just couldn’t understand why he was feeling so guilty, and decided the best way to repress that feeling was with a big slap up meal.

After going to his own room and changing out of his trademark tigerstriped clothing he instead put on something more appropriate for the opulent Giza decor. Wearing a black silk shirt, unbuttoned part way down his chest, and dress pants, Big Game made his way to one of the Giza’s fancy restaurants. As he walked down the plush Giza corridor a creepy, somewhat muffled sounding male voice spoke out behind him.

“Hi there cutie. Why arn’t we looking handsome today?”

Big Game spun around to see who was behind him, his eyes then widened in shock. Standing there was a freakish looking man, about eight foot tall, incredibly thin, wearing a black leather body suit covered in pink leather straps, and heavy chains. On his head he wore a black mask, with green coloured glass eye pieces, and a steel plate across the mouth.

“Look buddy, you are barking up the wrong tree here.”

“Awww C’mon Game. I thought you liked to play, you did last time.”

Big Game gave the man an incredulous stare. “Whoah bud! Look I might like the occasional drink, but there is absolutely no way I was ever that drunk.”

The freakish man put his hands on his hips and looked down at Big Game in what was supposed to be a look of hurt indignation. “I can’t believe you forgot me already. Obviously you had a far bigger impact on my life than I did on you. You saying I meant nothing to you? Im just another trophy on your wall?”

A look of utter confusion swept across Big Game’s face, and he started to sweat. Who ever this freak was he was clearly unhinged.

“Look buddy I don’t have a freakin’ clue who you are. I think you should **** off back to whatever sick fetish dungeon you crawled out of, and climb back onto that rack you obviously enjoy so much.”

“Awww c’mon Game you remember me. Im Debauched, I was one of the poor saps you thought you blew up when you, and them Humanity First friends of your’s bombed the Zig last year. They thought I had perished in the blast so they shipped off my broken remains to the morgue. Lucky enough I heal real good, and fast so it wasnt long before I woke up and stepped off that cold slab. After a little fun with a surprised mortician I managed to make good my escape.”

Big Game let out a nervous smile. “Heyyy! So me helping to bomb the Zig did you a favour. Tell you what im in a charitable mood. What say you to us being quits?”

“Oh no Game I cant do that. Having fire, steel, and concrete tear through your body is a most exquisitely intense sensation. Its only fair that I pay you back in some way...give you a taste of what I felt, and repay you properly.”

Big Game started to walk backwards his hands out in front of him, a sense of panic was creeping into his voice.

“Th..thats ok buddy...Im quite ha..happy to miss out on this one...honest!”

“Awww Game am I making you nervous? I went through a lot of trouble tracking down the people responsible for that bomb blast. I still ain’t found them all. Lucky for me somebody knew where you were and wanted me to party with you. Seems I got me a Fairy Godmother who delivered to me your whereabouts. Im not one for refusing gifts Game, and I always show my gratitude. Me, and you are gonna have a good time even if it kills you!”

Just as Debauched said his last word he raised his arm high, and three claws cut out from his fist spraying the ceiling with his own blood. He then brought his arm down in a swift motion, tearing through Big Game’s shirt but only lightly cutting into his flesh. Big Game turned to run, but Debauched curled into a ball, and rolled out in front of him. As Debauched uncurled himself he popped another set of claws out of his other fist, and started to dance around Game lashing at his body with lightning fast yet not life-threatening claw strikes. Big Game became dizzy as he constantly had to twist and turn to try block the flurry of strikes against him.

After a minute or two Big Game slumped to the ground exhausted. Blood oozed from the multitude of cuts across his body arms and legs. Debauched crouched down over him and raised the bottom half of his mask. He then ran his tongue up the unharmed side of Big Game’s face.

“Now the real fun begins my handsome little tiger.”

Just then a door flew open down the corridor. Several of the Giza’s security staff ran through. Automatic pistols in hand. Debauched looked over to the security staff before turning back to Game.

“Sorry sweetie, but it looks like we can’t play today after all. Il be seeing you real soon. Stay sexy you beast of a man.”

The air seemed to ripple around Debauched, and then he faded to nothingness. The Security guards stood looking around wildly wondering where the strange man had disappeared to. After a few moments they turned their attention to Big Game.

Two security guards hoisted Game upright against a wall, just as a white suited man approached.

“Mr Fedele, im Mr. Rainer the shift manager. Im afraid im going to have to ask you to collect your belongings, and leave the building.”

A still somewhat disoriented Big Game looked up at Mr. Rainer. “You Freakin wanna run that by me again?...I get assaulted in your establishment and you are throwing me out! Do you treat all your paying guests like this?”

Not looking at Game, and instead paying more attention to the bit of lint he was removing from his suit he answered Big Game. “That’s just it Mr. Fedele, you are not exactly a paying guest. It would seem you have insufficient funds in your account to accommodate your stay at the Golden Giza.”

“What you freakin’ on about I got over quarter a million stashed!”

“No Mr. Fedele you are broke. Your account is empty. You sir are in fact a deadbeat, and no longer welcome here.”

Big Game wasn’t the best person with finances but you didn’t just happen to blow quarter of a million without knowing it, there must of been a mistake somewhere. “Look buddy. There’s obviously a misunderstanding somewhere. My friend Raven will cover me until i get it sorted out.”

Mr. Rainer looked to Game and smiled. “Ah yes the lovely Miss Skathe, she checked out about ten minutes ago. She seemed quite upset, and left no forwarding address.”

Big Game winced as he realised she must of read his letter.

“Mr. Fedele you have five minutes to gather your belongings, and leave. After that I will have my men remove you instead" Mr. Rainer turned around, and walked away calling back as he left."Good day to you sir.”

—

About Six minutes later Big Game, and his remaining worldly goods were launched out of the doors of the Golden Giza by a group of burly security Guards. Big Game stood up, and then dusted himself off before sitting on the large wooden crate that was his dressing up box, placed his chin in his hand, and started thinking.

<Freakin’ great what am I gonna do now? I gotta find somewhere to crash and sort all this c**p out. ...Hmmm I got it, I know where il go. He won’t say no. He’s old, and probably desperate for the company...>

Big Game gathered up his gear, and set off looking for transportation to Mercy Island...

[edit] Part Two

A short time after, elsewhere in the Rogue Ilses

The Blackshirt snapped to attention as he stood at the desk opposite the brassy-gold masked Partisan. He waited a moment before speaking to the soldier.

“Well...report then!”

“Big Game’s lesson is proceeding as planned. The mutant freak we tipped of about Game assaulted him in the Golden Giza. He probably would of violated the traitor too but was disturbed by the management.”

“What about Big Game’s accounts?”

“All funds have been transferred to aid our cause sir, Big Game is totally broke. It seems we picked an opportune moment as Big Game decided to dump his girlfriend this very morning. It seems that when the Giza management came to eject him from the building, he planned to get her to bail him out, but she had already left him for dust.”

Although it was impossible to tell, the Blackshirt suspected Partisan was smiling under his metal mask.

“Very good. Make sure everybody is on alert. Once Big Game realises who the architect of his current woes is he may come looking for some payback. Continue to have Big Game watched, I would very much like to see what he does next.”

The Blackshirt saluted before spinning on his heels, and leaving Partisan to his own dark thoughts.

[edit] End