Oregon - Chapter One (Story Series)

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Clark Oregon. He has lived most of his life in the Mushroom Kingdom, after his parents illegally immigrated there from Bowser’s Kingdom. When he was 14, his parents were brutally shot and killed during a drive by shooting involving the gang known as “ Bill “. He inherited the house and lived alone for a long, long time, knowing well the Kingdom wouldn’t be so kind to a Koopa in Child Services. Every night, he would fall asleep to the sound of war outside his bedroom. At that time, most of the police and guards were out fighting, leaving a small group of Neighborhood watch and whatever was left of the state police. So gang tensions became higher, trying to claim new territory with no one stopping them but the unarmed citizens. Clark knew, his life wouldn’t be long with this. Either Bowser’s kingdom would take over and execute him as a traitor, or the gangs would take over and execute him because of his species. Either way, he wasn’t safe. Clark wanted more than anything to have means of defense, fighting wasn’t an option, and neither was finding power ups thanks to the war. There was one thing though, an old fairy tail but still may be true despite all the negative theories against it. Mario’s birthplace. When he first came to the Mushroom Kingdom, he told of a world where they had democracies, and people who lived there could vote for who they wanted as a leader. Where they had weapons of such power, Bowser would tremble at their might. He told these weapons were very similar to Bullet Bills, but never gave their true design or secrets. After years of hunting, research, and even design, he obtained three of these weapons and designed/built his own. He obtained two small shipment containers (about two feet in diameter) with ammunition, and stored them and the weapons away safely. Keeping his own designed weapon by his side at all times. He may not be an expert shot, but he knows how to use it. Clark Oregon then started up his own sort of “Gang” except this wasn’t any ordinary gang. It was a business. It grew and grew for a long time, until it became a really powerful organization. Yet with this power, they did nothing that attracted any attention at all. Their business was quick, silent, and above all, dangerous. Information on what they do is unknown. Current whereabouts of Clark are bouncing from rumor to rumor. And no one knows what he’s been up to lately.






Clark Oregon tugged his suit tighter as he walked into the badly lit warehouse, followed by two Hammer Brothers. Ahead of them laid a table with two cases, above it hung a separate light fixture with four lit torches that burned brighter than the others. Standing by the tables, arms folded, were two green shelled Koopas. Each carried a fire flower gun on their hip. Clark bent over and dropped his arms on the table then clasped his hands together. “Gentlemen! Glad you could make it. Isn’t it a lovely day out? Why are we cramped up in this rundown building, you could at least add some skylights couldn’t you?” Clark began jokingly. The Koopas were not amused by his antidote, and continued the meeting. “The Bill.” The one on the right demanded. “Ah yes that little contraption you’ve been asking for so many times! Well boys I’m sure you’d love to take it, probably reverse engineer it and make more, sure I’ll give it to you! As long as you can successfully pay me.” Clark replied. The Koopa to the left slid over one of the cases to Clark. He had one of the Hammer Bros pop it open, and was impressed by what was inside. “Great! That seems about right…, count it would you?” Clark pointed to the other Hammer Brother. He began to count, and by the time he finished the contents of the case had been reverted completely. “Its right.” The Brother claimed. “Perfect!” Clark exclaimed, and motioned for the other Bro. to slide the case over.
The Koopa on the right took the case and opened it, smiling at the contents. Inside were five Wrenches, about the size of a hand. Fitted on the ends were razor sharp points. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.” The Koopa on the right stated. “You too! You all seem like a joyful bunch. You know I usually don’t do business in weapons dealing, and you know why? I can’t ever be sure the weapon I’m selling could be the same weapon used to kill one my clients. And unfortunately it’s the same in this case.” Clark motioned for the two hammer brothers to grab the Koopas. As they did, the Koopas attempted to take out their Fire flower guns but failed. “You see, the only reason I accepted your offer was to stop you from trying to killing my clients like you’ve been doing as an attempt to… make me have no choice? Right well, I’m sure you would expect your stand by buddies to have made an appearance by now. And I bet, now you think I did something to them. Well you’re right. And Wrong. Right about now they’re probably enjoying a nice cup of water behind bars. You’re unlucky to not be one of them. Hope you have fun with these two twins, they’ll give you a great time as long as you cooperate. Bye bye.” Clark waved at them, and the Hammer brothers took them to the back door of the warehouse. Clark walked over to the other end of the table and closed the case of wrenches, then picked up both that and the money case and walked out the front. The sun blinded him temporarily through a hole in the clouds as he stepped outside into the heavy rain with his umbrella. He then opened it and walked to the passenger side of a vehicle parked out front and got in. Driving the vehicle was Clark’s associate, Jackson Psytovl. One of the few black skinned species of Koopa in the Mushroom Kingdom. He is around the same height as Clark, and is usually around at all times. “I have to stop by Thompson’s and drop off a package, make sure to avoid the freeway this time.” Clark asked as he buckled into his seat and closed the side door. Jackson began to drive, and took a back road route. As they cleared a hill Clark looked out over the scenery and watched one of Bowser’s groups proceed head on with a Mushroom Army team. “Stop the car.” Clark demanded. Jackson slowed the car to a curb, and Clark and quickly got out of the vehicle. “Come, look.” He asked Jackson. Jack got out of the car and stood under Clark’s umbrella as they watched the battle begin. “Isn’t war just… stupid?” Clark began. “You know, I bet they didn’t even account for the fact that the area is a known flood zone.” As Clark finished his sentence, the battleground was already beginning to fill with mud and water. “Let’s go, we’ll probably hear about this on the news.” Clark asked, and they both made for the car and got in. “Right, umm… yes, the package. Go.” Clark asked. Jackson began driving silently across the wet road and passed very close to the battlefield. Goombas, Koopas, and Toads looked over for seconds at a time, watching Clark and Jackson as they innocently passed by the scene not giving a care in the world anymore. Clark reaches into the back seat and grabbed the small package, stared at it for minutes, then placed it on his lap. Labelled on the top of the box was the word “Fragile” and the picture of a collapsing red bridge block. Clark and Jackson were only a quarter of the way when they were stopped by a police vehicle. “The lengths officers will go to arrest people like us, just because we’re koopas.” Clark huffed jokingly, as he placed the box in a smugglers hatch within the console. The officer carried a small umbrella in one hand and a flashlight in the other and walked over to the vehicle. Standing next to Jackson’s window now was this tall, Caucasian Toad, about an inch shorter than Jackson and Clark in a guesstimate. He knocked on the window and yelled through to roll it down. Jackson mumbled something then pressed the window button. Clark looked over at the Officer for a second, then went nearly wide eyed. “You again?” Clark asked in surprise. “I thought I had my fair deal with you already.” Clark claimed. “Sir, I’m going to need your license and registration please.” The officer ignored Clark and asked Jackson, whom he’s never met before. Jackson reached for the passenger sun visor and took out a driver's license and a small yellow paper. He handed it to the Officer and put the sun visor back up so other papers wouldn’t come out on Clark. The Officer inspected them carefully through the window, which took about a minute. “Sir-” PHWOP PHWOP PHWOP! The Officer was unable to finish his sentence. He collapsed to the ground with three burnt holes in his body. Unable to locate the shooter, Jackson quickly slammed on the accelerator and sped out of the scene. Following behind them were more shots, nearly missing them. “GO!” Clark yelled while taking out his gun and opening his window. Behind them was another black vehicle, sedan maybe, accelerating at them fast while firing fireball shots. Clark returned fire with his handgun, BANG! BANG! BANG!. Two shots nearly hit the windshield, and one hits the mirror. PHWOP! Another shot is fired at Clark and Jackson, this time hitting their back left tire and sending them spinning. The vehicle spins three times then flips on its side, causing it to start flipping on the ground until it falls off the road into a ditch. As this happens, both Clark and Jackson pass out from head injuries. The shooters stop by the vehicle. One steps out, dressed in a suit that makes it hard to see during the dark from the clouds. The second, a taller figure dressed in the same suit, steps out from the passenger side. They both go to the crashed vehicle and pull out Jackson and Clark. One of them locates the smugglers hatch and takes out the box. They then stuff Clark and Jackson in bags and drag them to the vehicle where they’re placed in the back seats separated by a wall like a police vehicle. As the vehicle drives away, the rain begins to clear up revealing more light as clouds dissipate. The crashed vehicle suddenly flips onto its wheels, and begins to roll in the direction of the battlefield...

Sorry it doesn't end on much, but its a start. I hope you enjoy, and are here for the next chapter.
By the way, Clark Oregon is based off of Reddington (James Spader's Role in The Blacklist)