Post by Spawn on Oct 14, 2006 15:20:34 GMT
Here's my new story, the beggining seems a little shitty but it will fall into place.
Chapter 1: Desire
The sun slipped under the silver clouds, it wasn’t quite night yet, though it was no longer day. People were just starting to settle down into there houses. Everyone was just coming home from work. Winter had just begun, it was getting dark so early nowadays, but there was that calm that came with winter. Things seemed more peaceful, there wasn’t so much noise on the streets and family’s were content to spend the rest of there day in the same house rather then desperately avoiding each other. Slowly but surely Christmas lights were being wrapped around houses and shops and if anyone paid attention to the songs being played in McDonalds they would notice Christmas ones were becoming more frequent.
A podgy man was walking back to his house, his oversized belly bounced up and down slightly as he walked. He had a smug look on his face, his teeth were showing slightly, they were yellow and wonky. The scent of smoke was being admitted from him. He was starting to become bald, his greasy grey hair was falling out in strands. Sweat dribbled of his forehead. He wore a cheap business suit, which he thought was very impressive. His nose curled up. The street he was walking along featured the biggest houses of the town. They weren’t much bigger then other houses, but they were big enough to show off wealth. Which was obvious that this man wanted to do. He lived in the biggest house of the street, it was three floor high and stretched back a long way. Behind the house was a canal, the man owned a boat on it, he claimed he liked the tranquillity of sailing. He reached into his pocket with his piggy hands and withdrew his keys, he had trouble handling them, they slipped on the grease that covered his hand. The man was quick to temper, the look of smugness was thrown from his face and he reddened in anger, he cursed the keys and thrust them violently into the lock, for a moment he gazed at it triumphantly, it was as if he had just done some great feat. The door slid open and he walked into his house, and what a house it was on the inside. Painting upon paintings all along the walls, pricey carpeting lined every inch of the floor. Chandeliers hung from the roof. To the average person it would have seemed that he had gone over the top, but he thought it made him look trendy. The man wondered through into the living room, he had vintage leather seats. The leg rest would kick out of them at the touch of a button. The TV was a plasma screen, it had surround sound, this never ceased to amuse him. His fire place was made out of marvel, it shone in the light. The room was painted a light red. The smell of mulled wine filled the room, the man loved it but another person would have found it unbearable. He waddled over to his leather sofa and through himself down on it, it creaked slightly his weight. The man flicked his TV on again, he had to use two hands, his fingers were to stubby to get to the buttons. As he flicked through the channels frustration grew up inside him, there was nothing good on. He grunted in disgust as Buffy came on the television, he loathed adolescent trash such as Buffy. Even if he grew to a hundred he wouldn’t understand how people could put up with that garbage, he liked proper shows like snooker and golf, at least those things were real, not some fantasy rubbish. He snorted and got to his feet and plodded into his kitchen. His fridge had been filled with the finest brand of food, it had, turkeys, chickens, roast lobsters and bacon. Every meaty food known to man was some place in that fridge, however there was a rather disturbing lack of fruit or vegetables. Not that the man cared, in his mind he was still a young go getter. He took out a turkey leg, warmed it and started gnawing on it. The sight was not pleasant to say the least, blobs if dribble run down his mouth, he tried to snort them back but to no avail. He coughed and choked as he tried to swallow without chewing it enough. Finally he finished the disgusting task and decided to head for his boat…this was where things got bad.
It was now decidedly night, a nice one to, the moon shone down lighting up his perfectly trimmed garden. Stars shone in the sky, they danced like little flames. Of course the man didn’t notice he just stumbled down the garden. At the very bottom of it housed his boat, it wasn’t a particularly big one, it was around about twenty feet long. It was a posh one though, it was in immaculate condition, well polished, good engine, everything one could want in a boat. It was what was inside the boat that made the man so fond of it. There was a reason that there was a huge chain around the door and there a reason the windows had been blanked out. Carefully he put the code in the lock, he looked around him to make sure no one was watching and entered the boat, he shut the door and didn’t walk forward until he heard the chain click back into place. Excitedly he walked through the boat, sweat was pouring of his forehead, he looked like a toddler about to unwrap a present. He got to the end of the boat and his eyes widened with joy, at the end lay a woman, her clothes were ripped and resembled rags more than anything else, tears streamed down her green eyes as she looked at him. She was gagged and tied, she tired to scream, he quickly advanced on her…
Meanwhile a yellow Viper pulled up outside his house, Tool blasted out of its speakers, it stopped dead when the man turned of the roaring engine. The owner of the car stepped out of it, he calmly walked towards the house, if he had timed everything right he wouldn’t have to enter it. Instead of going to the front door he went round and into the garden. The garden bored him, it was flat and plain, it reminded him of a cardboard cut out. It didn’t take him long to get to the bottom of it. For a moment he stood outside the boat, he knew the man was in there. Then he broke the door down and entered. The man heard this, and spluttered in fear, he turned round and gasped in horror. He was facing one of his worst nightmares. The person he was facing had slicked back black hair, his eyes gleamed a blood red, he had black slits for pupils, they were. The man was pale, it looked as though his face had been coloured with chalk. He wore tight black leather trousers, they had red snake sewn into them on both sides, his shirt was a dark red, it shined slightly in the moon light, the man was slim but muscular, his arms were long, slightly to long to be natural, his hands developed into sharp nails. His lips were a bright red and his teeth were a magnificent white, his canine teeth looked like to large needles.
“Hello, Arthur.” He said. His voice was deep and resembled a low growl, yet in a way it was oddly sensual. Arthur looked a waterfall, sweat was pouring of him, it was making a puddle on the ground. For a moment Arthur looked like he was going to have a heart attack.
“Please, Blackheart, no! I beg of you, I’ll return the girl I promise.” He stuttered, he backed away from Blackheart as quickly as he could. Unfortunately for him he tripped over on the puddle of sweat, he lay struggling to get to his feet.
“Its to late for you to return the girl, you’ve abused her, you’ve used her for your own demented purposes, there’s no level of hell foul enough for you, demon!” Blackheart reached down to his trousers, there was a helm of a sword sticking out from them, he put his pale chalky hand around it and pulled it out. The man whimpered and cried, he desperately tried to kick away, it was useless before he knew what had happened the sword was sticking through his neck, he was dead.
Blackheart turned to leave, the woman gave a horrified cry, she wanted him to untie her.
“I wasn’t paid to do a rescue mission, apparently your brother doesn’t care if your alive or dead, he just wanted Arthur killed, something about a business rivalry.” Said Blackheart, his voice was deep and powerful. he slowly added.
“I’m sorry, your brother told me not to release you, your better off to him dead. I can’t let you go or I’ll have my money taken away from me.” There was a moments silence where Blackheart considered what he said, there was a nagging voice inside him, it was faint but it was there. For a moment he listened to it, then turned and strode out of the boat leaving the woman sobbing.
Bounty Hunters
Chapter 1: Desire
The sun slipped under the silver clouds, it wasn’t quite night yet, though it was no longer day. People were just starting to settle down into there houses. Everyone was just coming home from work. Winter had just begun, it was getting dark so early nowadays, but there was that calm that came with winter. Things seemed more peaceful, there wasn’t so much noise on the streets and family’s were content to spend the rest of there day in the same house rather then desperately avoiding each other. Slowly but surely Christmas lights were being wrapped around houses and shops and if anyone paid attention to the songs being played in McDonalds they would notice Christmas ones were becoming more frequent.
A podgy man was walking back to his house, his oversized belly bounced up and down slightly as he walked. He had a smug look on his face, his teeth were showing slightly, they were yellow and wonky. The scent of smoke was being admitted from him. He was starting to become bald, his greasy grey hair was falling out in strands. Sweat dribbled of his forehead. He wore a cheap business suit, which he thought was very impressive. His nose curled up. The street he was walking along featured the biggest houses of the town. They weren’t much bigger then other houses, but they were big enough to show off wealth. Which was obvious that this man wanted to do. He lived in the biggest house of the street, it was three floor high and stretched back a long way. Behind the house was a canal, the man owned a boat on it, he claimed he liked the tranquillity of sailing. He reached into his pocket with his piggy hands and withdrew his keys, he had trouble handling them, they slipped on the grease that covered his hand. The man was quick to temper, the look of smugness was thrown from his face and he reddened in anger, he cursed the keys and thrust them violently into the lock, for a moment he gazed at it triumphantly, it was as if he had just done some great feat. The door slid open and he walked into his house, and what a house it was on the inside. Painting upon paintings all along the walls, pricey carpeting lined every inch of the floor. Chandeliers hung from the roof. To the average person it would have seemed that he had gone over the top, but he thought it made him look trendy. The man wondered through into the living room, he had vintage leather seats. The leg rest would kick out of them at the touch of a button. The TV was a plasma screen, it had surround sound, this never ceased to amuse him. His fire place was made out of marvel, it shone in the light. The room was painted a light red. The smell of mulled wine filled the room, the man loved it but another person would have found it unbearable. He waddled over to his leather sofa and through himself down on it, it creaked slightly his weight. The man flicked his TV on again, he had to use two hands, his fingers were to stubby to get to the buttons. As he flicked through the channels frustration grew up inside him, there was nothing good on. He grunted in disgust as Buffy came on the television, he loathed adolescent trash such as Buffy. Even if he grew to a hundred he wouldn’t understand how people could put up with that garbage, he liked proper shows like snooker and golf, at least those things were real, not some fantasy rubbish. He snorted and got to his feet and plodded into his kitchen. His fridge had been filled with the finest brand of food, it had, turkeys, chickens, roast lobsters and bacon. Every meaty food known to man was some place in that fridge, however there was a rather disturbing lack of fruit or vegetables. Not that the man cared, in his mind he was still a young go getter. He took out a turkey leg, warmed it and started gnawing on it. The sight was not pleasant to say the least, blobs if dribble run down his mouth, he tried to snort them back but to no avail. He coughed and choked as he tried to swallow without chewing it enough. Finally he finished the disgusting task and decided to head for his boat…this was where things got bad.
It was now decidedly night, a nice one to, the moon shone down lighting up his perfectly trimmed garden. Stars shone in the sky, they danced like little flames. Of course the man didn’t notice he just stumbled down the garden. At the very bottom of it housed his boat, it wasn’t a particularly big one, it was around about twenty feet long. It was a posh one though, it was in immaculate condition, well polished, good engine, everything one could want in a boat. It was what was inside the boat that made the man so fond of it. There was a reason that there was a huge chain around the door and there a reason the windows had been blanked out. Carefully he put the code in the lock, he looked around him to make sure no one was watching and entered the boat, he shut the door and didn’t walk forward until he heard the chain click back into place. Excitedly he walked through the boat, sweat was pouring of his forehead, he looked like a toddler about to unwrap a present. He got to the end of the boat and his eyes widened with joy, at the end lay a woman, her clothes were ripped and resembled rags more than anything else, tears streamed down her green eyes as she looked at him. She was gagged and tied, she tired to scream, he quickly advanced on her…
Meanwhile a yellow Viper pulled up outside his house, Tool blasted out of its speakers, it stopped dead when the man turned of the roaring engine. The owner of the car stepped out of it, he calmly walked towards the house, if he had timed everything right he wouldn’t have to enter it. Instead of going to the front door he went round and into the garden. The garden bored him, it was flat and plain, it reminded him of a cardboard cut out. It didn’t take him long to get to the bottom of it. For a moment he stood outside the boat, he knew the man was in there. Then he broke the door down and entered. The man heard this, and spluttered in fear, he turned round and gasped in horror. He was facing one of his worst nightmares. The person he was facing had slicked back black hair, his eyes gleamed a blood red, he had black slits for pupils, they were. The man was pale, it looked as though his face had been coloured with chalk. He wore tight black leather trousers, they had red snake sewn into them on both sides, his shirt was a dark red, it shined slightly in the moon light, the man was slim but muscular, his arms were long, slightly to long to be natural, his hands developed into sharp nails. His lips were a bright red and his teeth were a magnificent white, his canine teeth looked like to large needles.
“Hello, Arthur.” He said. His voice was deep and resembled a low growl, yet in a way it was oddly sensual. Arthur looked a waterfall, sweat was pouring of him, it was making a puddle on the ground. For a moment Arthur looked like he was going to have a heart attack.
“Please, Blackheart, no! I beg of you, I’ll return the girl I promise.” He stuttered, he backed away from Blackheart as quickly as he could. Unfortunately for him he tripped over on the puddle of sweat, he lay struggling to get to his feet.
“Its to late for you to return the girl, you’ve abused her, you’ve used her for your own demented purposes, there’s no level of hell foul enough for you, demon!” Blackheart reached down to his trousers, there was a helm of a sword sticking out from them, he put his pale chalky hand around it and pulled it out. The man whimpered and cried, he desperately tried to kick away, it was useless before he knew what had happened the sword was sticking through his neck, he was dead.
Blackheart turned to leave, the woman gave a horrified cry, she wanted him to untie her.
“I wasn’t paid to do a rescue mission, apparently your brother doesn’t care if your alive or dead, he just wanted Arthur killed, something about a business rivalry.” Said Blackheart, his voice was deep and powerful. he slowly added.
“I’m sorry, your brother told me not to release you, your better off to him dead. I can’t let you go or I’ll have my money taken away from me.” There was a moments silence where Blackheart considered what he said, there was a nagging voice inside him, it was faint but it was there. For a moment he listened to it, then turned and strode out of the boat leaving the woman sobbing.