Mike Perry Fan Fiction

[franquito]

CHAPTER 55: DANGEROUS DAMES

The rain splattered against his window, drowning out traffic noises two stories below. This sudden cloudburst had not provided much relief from a heat wave that had been gripping the city. Thin trickles of sweat coalesced into a rivulet down the back of Detective Mike Perry’s neck.

He sat, as if unaffected by the heat or the storm, still in his fedora and trench coat, rolling a cigarette. One tough, gnarled hand with knuckles like iron worked dexterously, performing the familiar task. The other, balled into a fist, rested at his forehead as he leaned over at the desk, staring into space. Staring into the eyes of countless murder victims, countless crime scenes, in this hellhole of a city. His city.


Perry didn’t react to the first two knocks at his door. It was only when he heard it swing open that he seemed to break out of the trance, and calmly raised his eyes. Standing in the doorway was a tall, buxom redhead with smooth, round elbows. “I need…” She started breathlessly, and then collapsed to a knee. Mike sprang up, sat her in a chair, and poured her a tall bourbon, which she drank in a single gulp.

“I’m so sorry.” She continued after a brief pause. “I’ve been running from them all day.” She stopped suddenly, and looked to him under full, dark lashes, as if expecting him to interrupt. Perry stared back, with no sign of emotion.

“My family. I was always the black sheep, you see, and after they’ve finally trusted me with it, now that it’s lost, I…” She looked ready to break down again. Perry poured her an even taller bourbon. She drank it and stood up. “It was a mistake coming here. I should just turn myself in.” She headed back towards the door.


“Hold on.” Perrys gruff, deep voice froze her to the spot. He rose, slowly, and she felt something stir deep within her- a powerful, ancient, female longing. “Come here” he almost whispered, and she felt herself go weak in the knees as he leaned in and brushed her hair back. “It was in your ear the whole time.” He said, and pulled out the thing she was worried about.

 

[GordoBarraBJJ]

The image I get of TS is him sitting at his computer nude, yelling "let me bang" while typing up his fan fiction stories.

 

[Spounman]

The image I get of TS is him sitting at his computer nude, yelling "let me bang" while typing up his fan fiction stories.

 

[Franquito's Alt]

Wow, what a great idea for a thread!
I will join in the fun, as it is a great sense of community and a way to practice my creative writing skills.

I will also invite @Van Daz from this thread: https://forums.sherdog.com/threads/send-a-short-story-ill-add-pics-to-enhance-it.4318812/
In case he wants to add some illustrations.



Chapter XIII – A Brush with Death


Susan the young and vibrant, but not too-young, about college-age, babysitter reclined on the couch and cracked open a Pepsi. “Ssss” went the can, as a bit of the effervescent nectar bubbled out. A few drops spilled onto her soft cotton sweater which was just tight enough to suggest a healthy, perky bosom underneath. “Shit” she muttered.

The kids had just gone to sleep, and their parents wouldn’t be home for at least another hour. This was her favorite part of every shift. She turned on the tv and flipped around, looking for a horror movie to take her mind off the stained sweater. Fortunately it was mid-October, and there was little else on the movie channels.

“Ring-a-ling-a-ding!” The owner’s landline phone startled her only for a second. Bouncing over breathlessly, she raised the receiver to her ear. “Hello, Carpenter residence-“, she got out before a chilling voice responded.

“I’ve been following you.”



Her feet felt glued to the floor. Sweat began to pool on her brow. She didn’t even have time to respond before the call was ended. Slowly making her way back to the couch, she began to look for a less terrifying program, when the lights went out.

She couldn’t stifle a brief scream. This night was going very wrong, very quickly. Was that a heavy footstep in the next room? She forced herself to focus. Where was a weapon? Something she could defend herself with.

She felt her way to the kitchen, where she remembered the carving knives were out on a stand. No mistaking it now, the footsteps were closer. Clutching a knife, she raced up the stairs to the children’s room as quietly as she could, but bumped her shin hard and fell on the second-to-last step. She tasted blood and immediately heard the man racing up behind her. Scrambling inside the children’s room, she locked the door just before the intruder reached her.



Ka-Boom! The door exploded into a gazillion tiny pieces of door as the intruder, now revealed to be none other than “Platinum” Mike Perry, uppercutted it and stepped bravely inside.

“The twist ending was that you, the babysitter, were actually a serial killer who has been victimizing all the little children.” Mike explained, stepping over the threshold. “Now I don’t like to hit girls, so give up peacefully.”

Susan the babysitter felt all her evilness disintegrating into nothingness as she stared into the masculine, tattooed face of Perry. “I will give myself up to the police and never do another bad deed. Just so long as it makes you proud of me.” She gushed lustfully.

THE END

 

[NoSmilez]

This is bullshit. Why you white washing Mike Perry's story. You know you need to change the setting to Coming to America theme.

 

[Ohio_Rizz]

Can me have a prequel trilogy?
Maby covering how he got that shit eye tattoo?

 

[jeff7b9]

This is bullshit. Why you white washing Mike Perry's story. You know you need to change the setting to Coming to America theme.

For real. Where the fuck is the chapter about how he got to the US from Africa?

And if he was born prior to 1922 then how did he become immortal/a vampire?

 

[jeff7b9]

Does Perry deliver pizza's to you in your story? And do you guys bang?

Chapter 38

"Let me bang" said Julian Lane to Platinum.

"I just did.
The fuck is you talking about?
You were there."

"Let me bang again."

Mike looked across the pile of BKFC money, now haphazardly strewn across the penthouse bed and covered in various spatters of blood, cum and lube.

"Man fuck you. You don't appreciate nothing.
You know dam well I just let you fuckin bang.
Now you're sitting there like a spoiled ass little kid talking about 'Let me bang again'

I'm the A Side bitch. You fucking bend over.
Ima split your skinny little ass in 2.

But first fetch me a couple of them groupies.
Y'all can get it together.
It's Platinum time.
I'm fuckin anything on two legs."

Julian Lane paused for a moment.
The reality of what just unfolded beginning to sink in.

"I'm not asking bitch. Move.
Find me a skinny blonde chick and a Latina.

And when the time comes... don't clench.
This is happening.
It'll be better if you don't try to fight it.
For you at least."

Mike's laugh echoed in the room as Julian began his ho search and faced the reality of his inevitable fate.

 

[Streeter]

I just know the dude is just a part time fighter for fun.. his real job is a Mensa think tank to disco new ways to create and control AI. The world will owe everything to this man.