I apologize for such a long delay between chapters 2 and 3... However with all the holidays behind us I can solely concentrate on writing the story... I have already several more chapters written and ready to go, so please tell me what you think... Grab some popcorn and enjoy chapter 3. ![]( "Smile")
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Chapter 3
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Wedding Cathedral.
Since the day Rebel Savage and Torie Roberts had gotten married just eight short years ago, Rebel had pretty much walked the straight and narrow.
And even though that little unexpected undertaking with the FBI and the Stones of Sankara case, certainly frightened him to a certain extent. The only reason the Justice Department had decided not to dig too hard into the Guggenheim museum break-in was because Rebel had almost singlehandedly delivered the FBI's top ten most wanted criminal in Abdul Kalam on a silver platter.*
*http://www.backalleysims.com/adultsi...g-quot-Part-II
But even so, the sole reason Rebel decided to give up his life of crime was the day his daughter, Sophia LaRee Savage was born. No more Silver Bullet... No more international jewel thief... It's one thing to have a wife, but now he had a family. It was different from that very day Torie had shared with him the news that she was pregnant. He knew then he would have to settle down and be a husband and father, it was an easy decision to make, and Rebel was glad to make it.
The second Sophie was born, Rebel was hopelessly in love. She took his heart from him and held it in her tiny hands. She was definitely daddy’s little princess. Everyone loved watching them together. The joy and pure adoration in his eyes when he looked at her made your heart swell.
Rebel had thought back over the years of their special moments together. The first memory was only days after the brand-new, verdant mother and baby came home from the hospital. Rebel holding the baby, fawning over her.
"She’s beautiful," Rebel whispered, gently stroking her cheek with his finger. He grinned and gently rocked the baby as she stared up at him with her wide eyes. Her big, bright blue eyes, just like his.
Rebel remembered that day at the beach nearly two months after Sophie's fifth birthday. Torie was taking pictures of Rebel and his little princess building a sand castle. She was wearing a cute little yellow swim suit and talking animatedly with her father. He was smiling and watching her as she piled sand into a bucket.
"Daddy, stop sitting there and help me!" she exclaimed. Torie laughed as Rebel glared at the camera before molding the sand into a little tower. But all their hard work was ruined when the tide grew, causing his little princess to start crying. He quickly picked her up and stroked her hair.
"Don’t cry princess. We'll build another one right over there," he said, pointing to a spot further up the beach. "It’ll be way better than this one, okay princess?" She smiled and nodded. Rebel looked towards the camera again. "How about you help us, babe?"
As the years went by Rebel watched his darling little princess grow into a vibrant, seven year old who is a very loving and caring child who has no worries in the world. She has never met a stranger. She is very active, and loves to play soccer. Sophie began playing soccer in pee wee leagues, and immediately fell in love with the sport. She keeps playing, trying to get better. She first played soccer as a 4-year-old, and moved up to more competitive play as a 7-year-old. Rebel goes to every game and is her biggest fan.
Then, Rebel's last memory was very different. The walls were whitewashed and she looked so small, sitting in that hospital bed. Flowers covered her bedside table and her arm had an IV tube in it. Rebel was sitting by her bed, holding her hand and reading her favorite story, Rapunzel. As he finished, he kissed her cheek and she looked up at him.
"Daddy, do you think my own prince will come and rescue me?" she asked. He smiled and stroked her hair.
"Of course he will, darling. You’re a princess, after all." He replied trying to choke down the lump in his throat, and trembling. But just then his little darling bairn showing kindly awareness reached over and touched his hand, like a prayer for which no words existed, Rebel felt his heart taking root in his body, like he'd discovered something he didn't even have a name for.
That was three weeks ago when Sophie was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect. It meant she was born with a problem in the heart's structure. The severity of Sophie's heart defect made Rebel anxious and worried about his little girl's immediate and long-term health. She was definitely a daddy's girl, no doubt about it, and Rebel loved her dearly. Sophie's congenital heart anomaly was complex and would require several surgeries performed over a period of several years. Rebel knew the medical expenses would run into the hundreds of thousands, and that was the only reason he took the Sim-life insurance job.
In years past Rebel may have chalked an incident like this up to a loss, and moved on to the next job, but this time Van Dawson wasn't just double-crossing Rebel... No, Dawson was putting his little girl's life in jeopardy, and that was a pain and hardship he was not willing to forbear.
As a child Rebel developed a desire to participate in heavy contact sports such as boxing and karate. In his teenage years, he tried judo, and took up Kyokusim karate and began training heavily with weights.
After graduating from high school with a 4.0 gpa, he enrolled at Harvard University and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a Masters degree in Business administration and Financial planning.
Amidst his years of studying, Rebel honed his karate skills by training hard in the dojo of Aki-sim Yoshi, one of the highest authorities in Kyokusim karate. Attaining the rank of 5th dan black belt, and eventually graded to 7th Dan.
In order to test his own abilities, Rebel Savage decided to perform a Thirty Man Kumite in one day. He traveled to Japan and chose the strongest students from a Japanese dojo to fight him one at a time.
He defeated all of his opponents, never wavering in his resolve, despite the fact that he was injured in the process. His visit was featured in an article in the Japanese magazine Power Karate Illustrated.
But one of Rebel's most gratifying accomplishments came during his one year hiatus from the Silver Bullet.*
* http://www.backalleysims.com/adultsi...ng-quot-Part-1
Going to China at the age of thirty five years old, and winning the Shang Simla karate championship. It was a fantastic moment and something that he will always remember.
But... here we are now, back in the present. Five days later Rebel stood next to a condemned building, loud music blaring from within which cut through the night air like a knife. Inside people were dancing, shooting up, and passing out. He was wearing what he usually wore for his "Revenge". A long black trench coat and a black Stetson.
He thought about how Dawson betrayed him, and how he and his boys, tried to kill him and nearly succeeded, and how he was going to make Dawson suffer. But first he had to find out where he was hiding and how he could hurt his empire the most.
Inside was a crack house run by one of Dawson's dearest friends, Vincent Papinski, but everyone just called him 'Big Papi', and tonight he was throwing a huge party in honor of his gang gaining territory on the west side. If anyone knew where Van Dawson was it was 'Big Papi'. Rebel looked at his watch...
"Showtime." he said to himself, as he pulled a 9 mm Beretta out of his belt, cocked it, and put it back in.
Inside the club the party was at its peak. The music was blaring, people were smoking and shooting up, men and women were passing out on the floor. No one even noticed when Rebel walked in.
"Gotta get rid of these people first." Rebel thought to himself.
He looked over and saw the giant speakers emitting the ear splitting music. He drew his gun and emptied four shot's into each speaker. The music cut short, and people had finally noticed the man with his smoking gun.
"Party’s over." He shouted, and as if on cue people started screaming and running for the door.
He pushed his way past the throng of panicked junkies, and made it to the stairs. Before he could climb the stairs though, a very big and masculine security bouncer came running down the steps, almost crashing into him. Before Rebel could act, the security bouncer/bodyguard took a wild swing which Rebel dodged easily without much effort, but the violently thrusting blow, landed square into Rebel's wounded shoulder.
Instinctively, he dropped to the floor and with his good arm pulled out a second gun. The security guard caught a bullet in his wrist and leg, falling to the floor cradling his wrist. Rebel stood up, a twisting pain shooting through his shoulder.
"Damn it!" He screamed while clutching the wound. He walked over towards the fallen bodyguard. "I'll deal with you later." He walked to Big Papi's office and kicked in the door. Inside was a very obese man cowering under his desk, Vincent Papinski.
"Big Papi! Just the man I've been looking for!" He said.
"Look, take whatever you want! There's a safe over there, combination is 36-26-34, it's full of money and drugs! Take it and leave me alone!" Whimpered the fat man.
"I don't want your trash fat boy, I want info. I wanna know where I can find Dawson himself."
"I don't know! He doesn't tell me anything! I've never even been to his house!"
Rebel points his gun at the fat drug dealer.
"You’re lying Vincent, and if it's one thing I can't stand, it's liars. So better start talking, 'cause I'm starting to get twitchy."
"Okay! Dawson's at a motel up in Twinbrook about 600 miles from here. it's called the Bayside Motel. Dawson and his boys fly up there in his private jet every Friday to launder his ill-gotten money."
Rebel raises his gun. A look of shock washes over Big Papi's face, as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"Goodnight, fat boy." the butt of Rebel's gun comes down hard and Big Papi drops like an anvil.
[The scene fades to black as Rebel disappears in the dark night.]
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All About the Benjamins
Chapter 3
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Wedding Cathedral.
Since the day Rebel Savage and Torie Roberts had gotten married just eight short years ago, Rebel had pretty much walked the straight and narrow.
And even though that little unexpected undertaking with the FBI and the Stones of Sankara case, certainly frightened him to a certain extent. The only reason the Justice Department had decided not to dig too hard into the Guggenheim museum break-in was because Rebel had almost singlehandedly delivered the FBI's top ten most wanted criminal in Abdul Kalam on a silver platter.*
*http://www.backalleysims.com/adultsi...g-quot-Part-II
But even so, the sole reason Rebel decided to give up his life of crime was the day his daughter, Sophia LaRee Savage was born. No more Silver Bullet... No more international jewel thief... It's one thing to have a wife, but now he had a family. It was different from that very day Torie had shared with him the news that she was pregnant. He knew then he would have to settle down and be a husband and father, it was an easy decision to make, and Rebel was glad to make it.
The second Sophie was born, Rebel was hopelessly in love. She took his heart from him and held it in her tiny hands. She was definitely daddy’s little princess. Everyone loved watching them together. The joy and pure adoration in his eyes when he looked at her made your heart swell.
Rebel had thought back over the years of their special moments together. The first memory was only days after the brand-new, verdant mother and baby came home from the hospital. Rebel holding the baby, fawning over her.
"She’s beautiful," Rebel whispered, gently stroking her cheek with his finger. He grinned and gently rocked the baby as she stared up at him with her wide eyes. Her big, bright blue eyes, just like his.
Rebel remembered that day at the beach nearly two months after Sophie's fifth birthday. Torie was taking pictures of Rebel and his little princess building a sand castle. She was wearing a cute little yellow swim suit and talking animatedly with her father. He was smiling and watching her as she piled sand into a bucket.
"Daddy, stop sitting there and help me!" she exclaimed. Torie laughed as Rebel glared at the camera before molding the sand into a little tower. But all their hard work was ruined when the tide grew, causing his little princess to start crying. He quickly picked her up and stroked her hair.
"Don’t cry princess. We'll build another one right over there," he said, pointing to a spot further up the beach. "It’ll be way better than this one, okay princess?" She smiled and nodded. Rebel looked towards the camera again. "How about you help us, babe?"
As the years went by Rebel watched his darling little princess grow into a vibrant, seven year old who is a very loving and caring child who has no worries in the world. She has never met a stranger. She is very active, and loves to play soccer. Sophie began playing soccer in pee wee leagues, and immediately fell in love with the sport. She keeps playing, trying to get better. She first played soccer as a 4-year-old, and moved up to more competitive play as a 7-year-old. Rebel goes to every game and is her biggest fan.
Then, Rebel's last memory was very different. The walls were whitewashed and she looked so small, sitting in that hospital bed. Flowers covered her bedside table and her arm had an IV tube in it. Rebel was sitting by her bed, holding her hand and reading her favorite story, Rapunzel. As he finished, he kissed her cheek and she looked up at him.
"Daddy, do you think my own prince will come and rescue me?" she asked. He smiled and stroked her hair.
"Of course he will, darling. You’re a princess, after all." He replied trying to choke down the lump in his throat, and trembling. But just then his little darling bairn showing kindly awareness reached over and touched his hand, like a prayer for which no words existed, Rebel felt his heart taking root in his body, like he'd discovered something he didn't even have a name for.
That was three weeks ago when Sophie was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect. It meant she was born with a problem in the heart's structure. The severity of Sophie's heart defect made Rebel anxious and worried about his little girl's immediate and long-term health. She was definitely a daddy's girl, no doubt about it, and Rebel loved her dearly. Sophie's congenital heart anomaly was complex and would require several surgeries performed over a period of several years. Rebel knew the medical expenses would run into the hundreds of thousands, and that was the only reason he took the Sim-life insurance job.
In years past Rebel may have chalked an incident like this up to a loss, and moved on to the next job, but this time Van Dawson wasn't just double-crossing Rebel... No, Dawson was putting his little girl's life in jeopardy, and that was a pain and hardship he was not willing to forbear.
As a child Rebel developed a desire to participate in heavy contact sports such as boxing and karate. In his teenage years, he tried judo, and took up Kyokusim karate and began training heavily with weights.
After graduating from high school with a 4.0 gpa, he enrolled at Harvard University and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a Masters degree in Business administration and Financial planning.
Amidst his years of studying, Rebel honed his karate skills by training hard in the dojo of Aki-sim Yoshi, one of the highest authorities in Kyokusim karate. Attaining the rank of 5th dan black belt, and eventually graded to 7th Dan.
In order to test his own abilities, Rebel Savage decided to perform a Thirty Man Kumite in one day. He traveled to Japan and chose the strongest students from a Japanese dojo to fight him one at a time.
He defeated all of his opponents, never wavering in his resolve, despite the fact that he was injured in the process. His visit was featured in an article in the Japanese magazine Power Karate Illustrated.
But one of Rebel's most gratifying accomplishments came during his one year hiatus from the Silver Bullet.*
* http://www.backalleysims.com/adultsi...ng-quot-Part-1
Going to China at the age of thirty five years old, and winning the Shang Simla karate championship. It was a fantastic moment and something that he will always remember.
But... here we are now, back in the present. Five days later Rebel stood next to a condemned building, loud music blaring from within which cut through the night air like a knife. Inside people were dancing, shooting up, and passing out. He was wearing what he usually wore for his "Revenge". A long black trench coat and a black Stetson.
He thought about how Dawson betrayed him, and how he and his boys, tried to kill him and nearly succeeded, and how he was going to make Dawson suffer. But first he had to find out where he was hiding and how he could hurt his empire the most.
Inside was a crack house run by one of Dawson's dearest friends, Vincent Papinski, but everyone just called him 'Big Papi', and tonight he was throwing a huge party in honor of his gang gaining territory on the west side. If anyone knew where Van Dawson was it was 'Big Papi'. Rebel looked at his watch...
"Showtime." he said to himself, as he pulled a 9 mm Beretta out of his belt, cocked it, and put it back in.
Inside the club the party was at its peak. The music was blaring, people were smoking and shooting up, men and women were passing out on the floor. No one even noticed when Rebel walked in.
"Gotta get rid of these people first." Rebel thought to himself.
He looked over and saw the giant speakers emitting the ear splitting music. He drew his gun and emptied four shot's into each speaker. The music cut short, and people had finally noticed the man with his smoking gun.
"Party’s over." He shouted, and as if on cue people started screaming and running for the door.
He pushed his way past the throng of panicked junkies, and made it to the stairs. Before he could climb the stairs though, a very big and masculine security bouncer came running down the steps, almost crashing into him. Before Rebel could act, the security bouncer/bodyguard took a wild swing which Rebel dodged easily without much effort, but the violently thrusting blow, landed square into Rebel's wounded shoulder.
Instinctively, he dropped to the floor and with his good arm pulled out a second gun. The security guard caught a bullet in his wrist and leg, falling to the floor cradling his wrist. Rebel stood up, a twisting pain shooting through his shoulder.
"Damn it!" He screamed while clutching the wound. He walked over towards the fallen bodyguard. "I'll deal with you later." He walked to Big Papi's office and kicked in the door. Inside was a very obese man cowering under his desk, Vincent Papinski.
"Big Papi! Just the man I've been looking for!" He said.
"Look, take whatever you want! There's a safe over there, combination is 36-26-34, it's full of money and drugs! Take it and leave me alone!" Whimpered the fat man.
"I don't want your trash fat boy, I want info. I wanna know where I can find Dawson himself."
"I don't know! He doesn't tell me anything! I've never even been to his house!"
Rebel points his gun at the fat drug dealer.
"You’re lying Vincent, and if it's one thing I can't stand, it's liars. So better start talking, 'cause I'm starting to get twitchy."
"Okay! Dawson's at a motel up in Twinbrook about 600 miles from here. it's called the Bayside Motel. Dawson and his boys fly up there in his private jet every Friday to launder his ill-gotten money."
Rebel raises his gun. A look of shock washes over Big Papi's face, as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"Goodnight, fat boy." the butt of Rebel's gun comes down hard and Big Papi drops like an anvil.
[The scene fades to black as Rebel disappears in the dark night.]
I would like to thank all the cc creators I have used in this chapter like "Fresh Prince" for the corvette and "Hekate999" from Mod the Sims for the Hospital stuff... And anyother creator that I have forgotten... Most of all I want to thank WendyPan for giving me a section on her site to post my humble stories. Thank you all.
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcome! We need some excitement on this blog!
DeleteGreat chapter! The scenes with Sophia are precious. I love all the pictures, but especially those. Good buildup to the end of the chapter, too! Can't wait to read the rest! :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Wendy Pan, it is a great chapter!!!!! I also love the pictures, especially the last one!!! I can't wait to read the next chapter!! Great work!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you guys so much for your kind comments... You inspire me so much to keep writing... I hope the next chapter will meet your expectations. lol. :)
ReplyDeleteI am sure it will!
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