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Dead Men Run- The Second Wave

2005-02-24T21:20:46Z

General Dyne lowered his gun. The smoke rolled out of the barrels like entwining snakes. As it passed by General Dyne's face, his smile cut through the smoke like a gleaming knife. He spoke in his loud, low, rough voice which echoed like an avalanche. "Di damoregg vien schwienza-schmak din guzye. Vien dak mortag freizans!" With that the remaining Hassken army laughed. Guy who was still on the battlefield with Zin asked what he said. Zin's eyes went from blue to yellow, his eyes tensing in anger. Zin thought to Guy " He said he loves the smell of gunsmoke in the morning, it smells like dead freaks."

Guy turned to get a good look at General Dyne. He thought back to Zin "How hard is it to kill this guy."

Zin thought back " He is mortal and thats all that matters!" without a thought of delay he ran back into the field of battle with his legion of shadow right behind him. Guy swallowed every last once of courage and energy he had. It takes a lot for a man to do something he knows is suicide, but there are some things you just have to do.

Zin and Guy stayed back in the ranks, shredding through the remains of the Hassken army. The rest of Zin's men tried to slide through the Hasskens to get to General Dyne. General Dyne took his huge sword that rested on his shoulder and swung the mighty blade as if a tree trunk were crushing ants. Most of the men stood down and began to retreat. Zin saw this and his anger grew. He stopped his reign of terror on the Hassken troops and decided to go straight for General Dyne. When Zin got close enough he hurled a knife, which slid deeply into Dyne's collar bone.

Before Dyne could reach for the knife, Zin had jumped on his chest like a derranged ape and started stabbig frantically at General Dyne's neck and shoulders. General Dyne slowly dropped his sword and grabbed Zin by back of his neck. General Dyne was wearing just about as much armor as every one else which made him a walking tank. With Zin in his grasp he rammed his metal clad head into Zin's. Then proceeded to smash his body over and over again into his own solid, metal clad hide. He slammed and slammed him until Zin's flails of pain stopped.

Laughing, General Dyne threw Zin's body with one arm as if Zin was nothing more than a rag doll that was in his way. General Dyne's laugh grew louder as he slapped the rotary on his gatling gun. With a wirr, the barrels started spining, then fire spit out like a snakes tongue. The ground kicked up as the bullets hit. Guy saw the trail leading towards Zin. Guy ran and picked him up, threw him over his shoulders and ran like a soldier from the fire fight.

General Dyne, still laughing, trailed Guy like a wolf on the kill. His bullets knashing behind him. Just then Dyne's gun stopped wirring and began to slowly stop spinning. The gun sizzled and smoked, steam rose form the barrels. General Dyne's smile sank from one of manic delight to that of a let down child's face. The gun had over heat and didn't had enough in it to slaughter his enemy. "Tch,...dane," General Dyne grit his teeth and slowly headed back for the Metropolis.

Guy walked slowly over to the remainder of the shadow army and Sheel with Zin draped over his shoulders. Trent looked on in worry. Guy walked over to Sheel with Zin's body and slowly placed him down. Zin's face was dripping blood, his arm was dangling in the wrong direction, and his chest was broken and soft.

Sheel slowly walk up to it and his eyes turned blue. Guy was panting, kneeling on the ground next to Zin. Trent thought to Sheel, "Is he allright."

Sheel shook his head and thought "No, but for some reason he is alive. He will heal with time. But he cannot go into the second wave on the city."

Guy grew angery. " Whattya mean a second wave?! Did you see that monster! If this planet doesn't kill us then that freak will! Our plan isn't going to work as well as we thought it would we need to do something else!"

Sheel looked confused. Trent sighed and thought to Sheel. "So Zin is alive. Thats good but what are we going to do for the second wave?"

Sheel pondered then thought " We will regroup and wait for some hours. Make them think we gave up and went home. Then we will go into the city now that the defences have gone down a notch they wont be as able to take care of us. Then when we have a good hold on the city Trent, Guy and a small unit will march to the head quarters. Dyne, Shuezo and Potemkat might be an issue, but its an issue we will have to deal with. We are so close, now is not the time to weaken in resolve."

Guy stood up, turned and stared at the metropolis. Trent walked over beside Guy. " How are you feeling?"

Guy sighed and dropped his head " I dunno. I know we need to push on but...I just don't know."

Trent put an arm on Guy's shoulder trying to comfort. " We'll get through this. We will becuase we have no choice. I'm sure this thing will work out ok. It has too, I mean whats the worse thing that could happen, we die. That aint too bad, I mean its gonna happen one way or another, but if we win then that will happen a lot later. Fight Guy, fight for your future."

Guy smiled."Yeah man. Trust me I have no intention of stopping my fight. I just need to think of how."

Trent and Guy stood on the horizon staring at the battelfield blanketed in bodies and chalked in blood. They stared at the Metropolis that stood like an angery Goliath awaiting his tenacious Davids to try one last time. The hours passed and thoughts crept into Trent and Guy's mind. Thoughts of life, love, peace, everything worth fighting for. They reflected on that for quite some time and they wondered and hoped that they would get to have those things after this day was done.

Dead Men Run-The Tides of War

2005-02-10T04:15:10Z

The time came. Sheel's men had been armed by Trent's large supplies of weapons. They decided to wait until the blue sun went down and the yellow sun went up. That would be when the solar city was at it's lowest in security and strength. After all its hard for machines to run on half power.

The army of shadows waited on the horizon for the blue giant to sleep. As the older yellow brother rose to the sky it was apparent that the city was low in power, as lights faded and outside posts went back in for the night's rest.

It was ironic that Sheel's morning was the Hassken's night. Better, then, that his army was one of a murderous shadow. With a simple nod from Zin, the army readied their pistols from Trent and checked their knives. Trent was surprised how quickly they learned to use them. Especially with a knife at the same time.

Then Zin and his murderous horde of blackness came down upon the Hassken necropolis. Soon the wave ecllipsed the city lights and a feeling of reality hit Trent and Guy. They stood from the horizon waiting with Sheel and they both thought at the same time " We really are at war. People will die today. It could be me." That moment reminded them of their mortality.

The sound of gunfire echoed continually. Guy and Trent became anxious. Sheel told them. " Wait, your turn will come. When the front lines are made then You go Guy. Once we take the front and move solidly in the city then you will go Trent. Until then wait."

Trent bowed his head and said OK. Guy only frowned and tapped his toe. Trent thought the startegy made sense. Trent was weighed down by 15 pounds of guns while Guy was at 5 to 6 punds at best, all knives. Trent thought about his pistol, rifle and shotgun and wondered if they were gonna be enough to tackle the strongest the army has to offer. Trent was about to ask Sheel a question but before he could get it out, Guy's cue to go into combat arrived. He pulled out his two biggest knives and charged yelling" About TIME!"

Guy ran into the mist of black soldiers and gunfire. Guy was stopped at first by the Hassken soldiers. All of them stood at least 6'3'' and looked to be at least 300lbs. Covered in armor with a full-face helmet, orange robotic eyes and hoses from the mouth to the back of the suit. If it wasn't for the screams of mortal anguish when they hit the ground, you would have thought they were machine completely.

Guy ran down through the shadow army's ranks and when he reached the Hassken front he leaped through the shroud of comabt and dove his blade deep in the soft, exposed neck of a Hassken soldier. With a rip and a tear his blade was lose. He flipped his knife and threw it at an oncoming Hassken. The blade lodged into it's shoulder. Guy ran up and with a firm jolt, slid the blade from the shoulder and right across the throat. From then on it was a series of neck slices until one attempt failed and he only cut the hose from the face helmet. The Hassken soldier stood back a bit grasping at his helmet. Eventually he ripped it off and gagged for the air. Finally he calmed down when he had enough, and he stared at Guy with anger buring in his milky white eyes.

Guy was surprised to see the soldiers face. It was normal. He looked as if he was a normal human soldier the age of 23, with blonde buzzed hair. Guy smiled and said " SO, you robo-fish do breathe outta water after all."

The Hassken soldier took a deep breath and spit at the ground in front of Guy and he said with bared teeth. " Vie der den kelvt," and raised his gun. Guy snikcered " I guess thats the Hassken way of saying go to hell. Well you first, pal."

The Hassken soldier fired blindly, Guy ran and ducked into the soldier. He dove his knife into the collar bone, then swung the other one into the stomach, and with a swift lift he slammed the Hassken down. Dragging his blade across the throat, Guy said to the soldier " Put a good word in for me."

After the soldier was killed Guy picked up his helmet. " No wonder they need these air hoses, these things are so heavy you can't breathe in them!"

Guy turned and saw Zin doing well on his own. A soldier came up from behind him. Guy quickly threw the helmet which made a sickening clang as it hit the soldier's head. The Hassken soldier fell like a tree. Zin panicklied whipped around and took three shots at the downded soldier. Zin turned to see where the helmet sailed from and saw Guy. He told him thank you with a breif telepathic message. Guy responded " Let me gaurd your back"

Zin nodded and the two joined in a flurry of knives and bullets. Hasskens fell like lambs at the sluaghter to the combine prowess of these two knife fighters. Trent looked on in this battle waiting for his moment. Trent thought if he was going to ask his question of Sheel now would be the time. " Hey Sheel, are you sure I am enough for this battle."

Sheel who was still watching the battle, thought back. " Oh I am more than sure that you are enough. Just have faith in yourself. But there are 3 things you should be cautious of."

Trent thought back " Whats that?"

Sheel stopped looking at the battle and turned to Trent and said " The three great generals of the Hassken army. The in-battle strategist Shuezo. He may be just a millitary mind but his combat ability is far above any soldiers. The lead general Potemkat. Despite his leadership of the army and combative experiance he is just a figure head. They both pale in comparision to their mightest warrior. Their real leader, his name is-"

But before he could finish he whipped his face towards the battle and whatever part of his face could show expression flared with fear. "NO, now ist too soon!"

The army of shadow stopped moving as did the army of the Hasskens. Guy and Zin stopped and looked with astonish horror at the entity that came foreward. From the back of the ranks came an 8 foot plus, 600lbs easy, monolith of a man. He carried two cases, each the size of Sheel's soldiers. He put them down and opened them up. He took out a long barreled gun with a belt of bullets and long sword he rested on his shoulders.

The shadow army began to retreat, as did Guy and Zin. Sheel telepathically shuddered "General...Dyne..."

Trent reconized what the gun was the Behemoth carried. He shouted in exasperation. "Good god, HE HAS A GATLING GUN!," but his warning fell vainly. The gun began to whirr which soon exploded to a roar as gunfire hailed into the army of darkness. In a matter of seconds, the first 2 ranks were completely obliterated.

This was a part of the plan no one saw coming, whats worse was that no one saw a way to end it. The only thing left to do is hope and pray at this point. Trent closed his eyes and made a prayer, Guy took all his energy and ran back. They would have to regroup and do it again. The fear crept back in Trent and Guy's mind. Would they ever get off this planet in time.

Dead Men Run- Hounds of War

2005-01-11T04:40:49Z

Trent and Guy just stared at the sky for what seemed like hours. Trent finally broke the silence. " So, Guy, what should we do?"

Guy didn't look Trent in the eyes, merely stared off into the sky. " I was thinking of doing it."

Trent understood but felt he had to say something. " Ya know this is crazy, right?"

Guy only shook his head " The way I see it we're damned if we do, damned if we don't. If we just sit here and do nothin either those Hassken things will kill us or this planet will."

Trent agreed "Yeah Guy. But lets assume that we can even get off this planet. That we can get a ship and get off. Where do we go? Back home? I mean they wont exactly welcome us to Earth with open arms. Or the colonies for that matter."

Guy finally looked Trent in the eyes and smiled " Yeah a fugitve escaped con and a fugitive gun smuggler. Aren't we the odd pair."

The two shared a small, akward laugh for whatever it was worth. Death's tension lifted a little and they continued to talk. " Well, lets go tell Sheel that well do this crazy thing," Guy said with a moment of hesitation.

Trent started walking the other direction towards the site of the crash. " You go on ahead. I need to get some things."

Guy panicked and stopped Trent " Hey wait a minute, come on now you do it. I'm horrible at this telepathetic-whatever you call it. I think you would do better talking to them."

Trent turned around and said reassuringly "Don't worry. I'll be back soon. Just don't think too hard. It's like talking to yourself in your head, only you act like people can hear. I'm sure you'll do fine," and with that Trent turned away and walked to the crash site.

Guy took a deep sigh and walked back into the villiage. He walked into Sheel's tent. Sheel's eyes shone blue. " Where is the other one," he asked.

Guy relaxed and tried to talk in his head as calm as he could " He went to get some things. Trent will be back soon."

Meanwhile Trent had a hard time getting back to the ship seeing how the last time he had gone through the forest he was attacked and dragged but soon he found his way out of it and found his ship. He went to the cargo hold and took out 3 cases. He strapped one to his back and carried the other two in each hand. He then made his way to the villiage.

Sheel asked Guy "So, do you agree to do it?"

Guy replied yes and sheel returned his answer with something that could be a smile, if he only had lips to do it with. Sheel then stood from his crouched position, put down his pipe and walked outside. Quickly he came back and grabbed Guy by the arm to bring Guy with him. He looked at Guy and said " Come we must tell the others"

The army of shadow were still in the villiage center, only this time they sat kneeling and waiting. They showed no evidence of moving for however long Trent and Guy where in Sheels tent. They stood at attention to the sight of Sheel. Every one that is except for Zin who had not even took the time to rest he had stood in his spot and was right there when Guy came back. Zin's yellow eyes fixated with a pensive awareness.

Sheel raised his arms and spoke aloud to everyone, even Guy could hear Sheel's telepathic voice. " My people. They have decided to grace us and give us a fighting chance."

The shadow army said nothing but went back on their knees and started bowing to Guy. Guy tapped Sheel on his shoulder and thought " What do you want from us anyway? I mean, how can we help?"

Sheel turned and said " Well for one we need the technology your friend has. Like I said we are simple people, and if he has a ship like them, then he must have something else we can use. Besides I probed his mind and found out that he had a whole storage of those things you were carrying when we found you. If we can only use them then I know we would have a better chance."

Guy thought for a minute and asked " Well what about me? Do you even need me?"

Sheel reassured Guy " Well sure. You're big, strong and intimidating. I'm sure that will be useful on the battlefield."

Zin shot off an angry tone that rang out in the minds of everyone there. " Size is NOTHING on the battlefield! We do not need you, and we do not want you.Just your friends weapons. We are capable of fighting our own battles. You are doing nothing here but dying slowly," then Zin pulled out a knife "for both our sakes I should just slay you now where you stand."

Sheel tried to stop Zin but Guy thought to him " No, let me do this."

Guy pulled out a knife from his orange shirt. Zin and Guy stared each other down. No matter what happened, they knew the rules of a knife fight. It was gonna be dirty, fast and there was a big garantee that some one or both of them was going to get cut. In a flash of glittering steel the two started.

Thrusts were shared one after the other, each one being slapped away. Jerky cuts were launched each missing their mortal targets. Finally Zin turned his blade upside down and cut in figure-8's. Guy gaining some distance from this deadly flash, shifted his knife and did the same. The blades slammed into contact with a titanic clang and sparks fired like lighting. Zin drew his blade back and fired his arm like an arrow towards Guy's heart. Guy tried to slap it away but his arm only got in the knife's path. Zin's blade skipped across Guy's arm and crimson poured down.

Zin continued thrusting fanaticly while Guy used every muscle in his body to dodge each thrust. Zin then tried to thrust home to Guy's soft,beating core. Guy went for the same grab but this time found Zin's wrist in time. He stepped in and clamped Zin's wrist with his blade, causing Zin to wince and blood to trickle down. Then using his bloody arm he pushes Zin's head back and kicks his legs out from under him. Zin's body fell with a thud. Guy then wrapped his bloody arm around Zin's bloody knife arm like a boa constrictor and applied pressure to the blade.

Guy shouted in a deafening mental shout "GIVE UP!" and with a few seconds of struggle Zin finally dropped his knife. Guy helped up Zin and put his knife away. Zin put his knife away and returned to his stance at attention. Guy raised his bloody arm and mentally shouted " My friend and I are here to fight in your war. You can either except us, or get out of our way. We are fighting for you so it's your choice."

Trent came walking into the villiage with his 3 cases. He dropped his other two and freaked out with what he saw. " Guy! What is this!? I'm gone for like a second and.... I mean what happened here!?"

Guy tried to talk to Trent through his panting breaths " Relax Trent, its ok. Me and spunky here had a bit of an arguement, but we worked everything out. They all know we're gonna help. So it looks like you and me will have to play mercenaries here."

Trent smiled and dropped the case on his back " Good," he said opening the case and removing a shotgun " I always wanted to give this thing a run."

And with that Trent racked his shot gun. Guy smiled. They weren't sure if they could really win a war, but they knew at that moment that they were gonna give em hell.

Dead Men Run-The Prelude to War

2004-12-23T02:00:52Z

Trent and Guy stood surrounded by the darkly-clad men for what seem to be hours. Not an inch did they move. Never a shift in weight nor any signs of breathing for that matter. Sheel's voice had spread out through the minds as he contacted everyone. " I am ready," he said "bring them in."

Like an ocean of darkness bowing to Moses' parting hands, the army of shadow moved out of the way for Trent and Guy to walk to Sheel's hut. The last to move of course was Zin. Once he did the two men walked with an uneasy feeling. Then again one thouseand yellow eyes illuminating from black ghostly figures tends to have that affect.

Trent and Guy met Sheel in fornt of his hut, and ducked inside. They found Sheel sitting down holding a very long pipe. In the center of the room was a small blue fire. The walls of his hut were decorated with animal skins, plants and paintings. There were shelves of books and a little bed in the corner. The hut's inside gave off an air of wisdom, the kind you would feel from Shaman or tribe leader. Sheel motioned for both of them to sit. His eyes glowed blue as he filled his pipe.

" What I am about to tell you is not an easy story for me to say. And I can tell that the only way to make my point would be to expose personal secrets I would rather leave quiet, but for the sake of my people I am willing to take the necassry risks," then giving them what one might argue considering it to be a smile he said, " vanity be damned."

Then he sighed. " I might as well show you now, especially if I am to smoke this pipe. It's awfully hard to smoke with your mouth wrapped up"

He then unfastened the back of his wrapping and strarted unwrapping his lower jaw. When he was done he laid the cloth down. Now as close to a human as they looked, their mouth would be the one major difference. Where we have lips and cheeks, their flesh is hallowed to the bone. They have no lips, only a full mouth of tiny razor sharp teeth. Their nose, although it had a bridge, it did not have any nostrels. It appeared to be a bony brigde, then a sudden jut like a ramp. Sheel light his pipe, stuck the tip in between his teeth and inhaled. his exhale came out of his nose like a shower of smoke. Then, looking both men in the eyes he spoke.

" A long time ago, this world was a paradise. Everything was clean,green and perfect. We were all normal. None of this dark, lifeless, skin. These hellish yellow eyes or this ambomination," he said pointing to his mouth "and we were happy living off the land. One day, the skies went black as things quite like the ones you have came here, ships I believe you said they were called. Our people went to communicate with them, back when we spoke with our throughts and not our minds. The men that came from those...ships...were unlike us. We were small and thin. They were tall and built like beasts. They wore some hard rock, I think they called it steel. Their swords shot fire and lightning. Guns, I think Trent calls them. I know because when we said hello they responded with their weapons."

Trent's eyes grew wide at the thought of these men having guns.Sheel stopped for a second and took another inhale from his pipe. "The first man they killed was my grand father," taking a second he moved one " We wondered what we had done to have one of our own killed. We wanted a talk to come out with a peaceful solution. When we met they introduced themselves as the Haskken. The told us that they had no intention of peace and slaughtered everyone at the meeting. We went to war for a short and horrible period of time. Finally we backed off, thinking that if we didn't cross paths, there would be peace. And for a time there was. Until they day, the day they added a star to the sky. You see the Haskken rely on the sun to power their technological metropolis. Our little yellow sun wasn't enough to power their parasitic greed. So they shot a temporary blue sun deep into the sky. Our spies say that it will only last for 1000 years before it goes nova. The Hassken don't care. They figure they'll be gone and on another planet by then. But the second sun had a horrible affect."

Sheel took another inhale off the pipe. " Apparently, the second sun tore up our atmoshpere. The two suns intense fire scorched the earth with radiation, causing life for us to be impossable, at first, on the surface. I've read this in a book. I have no real idea what it means, but I do know that the Blue sun made my people sick. The Haskken were fine. They had already evolved to be resistant to the radiation from their home planet. My people had to crawl deep into the ground and live there until that radiation changed us so that we could walk back on top again. We became what you see us as now."

Sheel was about to take another inhale but stopped. " We knew that these Haskken were killing our planet. We need to get rid of their blue sun, but the only way to do that is in thier city. We've tried in the past but nothing's worked. Now its come down to this."

"Come down to what," asked Guy through thought.

" Total war. My army and I are at war with the Haskken. It's been a pretty even battle with equal deaths on both sides."

" What do you want from us?" Trent asked.

"We want you to help us. Just help us get into the city and find the way to get rid of the blue star. We will try to help you leave after it is done but we must hurry."

"Whyzzat?" asked Guy

Sheel hesitated before answering."Because this planets radiaion will kill you both if you don't."

Trent and Guy's heart fell straight to their stomachs. Fear burned in the back of their minds with the acidic thought of death. Sheel sensed that they were in fear of the situation. " You two can take all the time you need. I know it is not easy to ask two men to lead an army, especially with the thought that they will die just being here. Why don't you two step outside, the air will do you some good."

The two stepped outside, the fresh air and breeze held little comfort. The thought of the posion planet had yet to leave their minds.

Dead Men Run- The Welcome Wagon

2004-11-29T04:23:46Z

The darkness evaporated into light and a gossimer curtain of fuzzy confusion slowly lifted off the eyes of Trent and Guy. Trent could hear Guy shake his head, trying to get the feeling back in his face, and the ringing out of his ears. Whatever it was that hit them, hit them hard, and as Trent looked around his surroundings found out that it was right in front of them, staring.

It was clear to Trent that Guy and him were in a villiage. The trees however resembled those found in an Earth jungle and not the slimey ones from the marsh. Huts were built out of different types of wood, leaves, rope and mud. Trent looked up, still the same emerald sky.

Guy tried to move to Trent but found that he couldn't. His arms were bound by rope and mud same as Trent's. Trent shifted his head over to Guy. "Glad to see you're up."

Guy snapped back in a whisper. "Shut up. I can't reach my knives and your guns are gone. If these guys try to do anything hostile, we're screwed!"

Trent replied " Then don't do anything to MAKE them hostile!"

The two stood silently with their arms and legs bound to wooden X's. The faceless shadow gaurd stood silent and unshifting. He stared at them with birght yellow eyes through a stone and cloth black mask. Suddenly his eyes truned blue and head jerked behind him. Trent looked around franticaly trying to figure out what got the guards attention. Trent didn't hear a noise. He looked at Guy and gave him a confused look. Guy only shrugged.

A small man, like the sentry, came shuffling out holding a cane made of solid wood. The cane clunked as he stepped. His long white dreaded hair swayed back and forth.His mouth was covered with a black rag and tied in the back.His clothes wore a shabby black robe and his eyes also blared yellow. He walked over to the black claddened sentry and both of their eyes glowed blue again. This time they motioned gestures with their hands as if they were talking. Yet no sound was being made. After a few motions and a head shake of acknowledgement from the older one of the two, their eyes went back to yellow.

The old one shuffled up to the two and stared deeply into their eyes with a studious look. After a few seconds the old one took his cane and hit Trent on the head. Guy tried to hide his snicker of enjoyment. Trent shouted "OW! Whatcha do that for ya senile ol' fart."

Guy, then getting serious, lurched forward and yelled " What do you want with us?"

The old one's head whipped right at Guy and his eyes held their eerie gaze at his. Then the old thing's eyes truned blue again. Guy could hear a low buzzing sound then eventually a voice. The voice spoke to him,"You. What is your name."

Guy, startled and confused said aloud. " My name is Guy, sir."

The voice said " Please dont speak out loud for we have no way to hear. Just think the words in your mind, then I will listen."

Guy thought in his head "My name is Guy. Please sir, what do you want from us?"

The old man snapped back "I will be asking the questions here Guy. Please relax until I contact you again," Then moving towards Trent he said "You there. What is your name and please think it in your mind or I will have no way of hearing it."

Trent, very confused, squinted his eyes and thought really hard. " MINE NAME IS TRENT."

The old man shuddered and replyed " Please don't think so hard. It's like yelling to us."

Trent thought back " I'm sorry. "

The old man replyed "It's Ok. So what is it that you are doing here?"

Trent was quite for a while then he thought back " We crashed landed here in our ship. We fell out of space and landed here. All we are trying to do is find some shelter and some civilization. And maybe a way home or off this planet."

"So you want to get off, huh. Back into space, am I right," The old man replyed. "Think of what your ship looks like. I want to see it."

Trent tried to imagine what the ship looked like. The old man looked into thin air with a studious look again, as if studying the picture in his mind. He then looked at Trent in a serious and angery manner. " You aren't one of them are you! Tell me that you aren't or I will give the command and you will be killed in seconds."

Trent frantically replyed " What!? Them? Whose them? What are you talking about?"

The old man stopped looking angery and shifted into confusion "You really don't know do you. Well I can tell you know nothing of what I speak. Your brain holds nothing from me. I should probably explain but now and in this manner is not the way," Then he stood back and looked at both of them, "By the way my name is Sheel. I would like to show you something, to explain to you my situation. It will take some time to get the things ready that I need. Please wait here."

The old man walked away from them and stopped next his shadowy sentry. "Oh and this is Zin, don't move or make him mad. He will kill you. So will his men," at this hundreds of other drakly-clad soldiers stood at attention.

The old man walked over to his hut and disappeared behind some curtains. Guy looked at Trent and asked about what just happened. Trent looked at Guy " His name is Sheel, that ninja over there is named Zin. Sheel wants to show us something to explain the situation. He freaked when he saw what our ship looked like, something really odd is going on."

Guy agreed, " You're telling me! How can they talk without moving there mouth. Where are we. Man Trent I tell ya, nothin' makes sense anymore. And these ninja thingies give me the creeps."

All of the black gaurds surrounded Trent and Guy. Their glowing eyes fenced them in. From the mob of shadowy sentry stepped Zin. His eyes glew blue and he told them " I am given orders to protect everything for my people and those that I love. I have no personal attachment towards you nor do I have any need for you. You are alive by Sheel's will alone. If given the order or if I deem it neccesary I will end your lives without hesitation or prejudice. This is my only warning."

He stood there, when his words were finished. Not a muscle moved, not breath was inhaled. Shiftless, like a statue and black as the night with eyes like Satan's yellow hellfire. Trent and Guy gulped and realized they had nowhere to go. Come what, come may. Wait. That was the only thing they could do now.

Dead Men Run-One Small Step

2004-11-23T03:56:25Z

Trent and Guy walked off the ship and looked around them. The Yellow marsh and emerald green sky was a bit of a shock for the two. Guy walked a couple of steps towards the marsh and stopped dead in his tracks. With a slight sniff his face went sour. "Oh man. What in the blue hell is that smell?"

Trent took a sniff and with a sour face started to analyze. "Smells like sulfur and methane."

Guy said back trying to come out of shock. "Smells more like a foot up a monkey's ass," Guy then scratched his head "Ok, Trent. Which way do we start walking?"

Trent looked around thinking about it. "Well," he said " the ship's onboard computor had no informaion about this planet. So I guess the best thing to do is to use logic. There's a swamp over there to our left, distant land to the right and more distant land in front of us. I'm gonna need some time to think."

Guy looked around cautiosly " Whatever, man. Just pick a way and lets go. I got a wierd feeling," Guy then checked the chamber to his rifle and continued "and I do really bad in hot desert places."

Trent sat down and thought. He had been in the boy scouts for only a couple of years and he never thought that useless knowledge would actually come in handy. Right now he had nothing but was trying to like crazy to pick a sensable solution. His thinking however was disturbed by a loud grunting noise. " Guy, please stop that I can't think."

Guy turned to Trent "Ain't me."

With that the two looked at the swamp. The grunting sound was getting louder and faster. Then when the sound felt as if it was right on top of them a huge boar jumped out of the swap. It's tusks were bloody and so was its razor sharp teeth. The boar was running in a striaght line with a possesed passion to get away. As it came by the two it changed it's course and went in a full circle then thundered down on them. The boar took a mighty leap as he came closer. Trent and Guy raised their guns towards the possesed beast. Instead of firing a shot, Guy quickly dropped the rifle to the ground. He pulled out a large knife from the confines of his outfit, quickly taking a knee, he swept his arm above his head like the reapers sickle. Lights dance off his keen blade as the boar passed over him. From the boar's neck crimson rained down on the dusty sand. Trent took a step back aiming his rifle right between the eyes of the boar. He stared it down then realizing from the beast's muffled, blood drowned cough that there was no point to waste a bullet.

Guy stood back up and twirled his knife in his fingers. He slowly walked over to the beast and plunged his blade deep into the animal's skull. With a quick jerk he had it back out. Trent stared for a second at Guy. Guy's only response was " I'm pretty good with knives."

Trent chuckled "Yeah you are. Do you even need a rifle."

Guy thought about it " No. But I should bring it just in case."

Trent looked at the boar. "So Guy how many knives do you have?"

Guy replied without hesitation "12, including this one."

Trent laughed for a minute "12! You're kidding right"

Guy shot Trent a stern look as he sheathed his knife. " I don't kid about knives."

Trent said sarcasticly " So, only 12. Why not 20 or something."

Guy shrugged "Eh, I thought I would pack light."

Trent shook his head getting back to the main reason why he was he asked that question "Well, Guy you used only one knife and cut twice, right? So why are there so many cuts on this thing's back?"

Guy looked it over and shrugged. Trent's face light up as if the switch that clicked in his brain burned in his head. "Guy, you know what this means don't you?"

Guy thought again for a second. "Food?"

Trent couldn't contain his laughter " No, my knife weilding buddy this means that there is people living on the other end of that swamp. Didn't you notice how it looked like it was running away from something?"

Guy bobbed his head showing he understood. He raised his eyebrow, hesitant to ask. "Yeah but uh, what about food?"

" I'm sure the people will have food. Lets just hope they're peaceful," Trent said with worry forming on his face.

Guy picked up his rifle and the two started off for the potent swamp. The trees inside where soft and moist. The ground squished under their feet and the constant smell of sulfur and methane drove their noses and eyes to tears. They wandered for what seemed like hourse when Trent had to stop for a breather. It's not easy walking very far when your hand is covering your mouth and nose. So Trent sat down by a tree where the smell wasn't so bad.

Guy was getting impatient. " Where are these people. I'm hungry and I'm getting hot. The smell of this place doesn't help either!"

Trent trying to keep Guy's spirit up said " Look, if we just keep on going and save or energy then we can atleast make it out of here or to civilization. Whatever comes first."

Guy got angery " I don't wanna leave, I want food! We've been walking around here for hours"

Trent was getting frustrated "You think I'm not hungery. I'm starving! I haven't eaten in one whole day atleast! We are lost on some unknown, backwoods planet where everything smells like a fart and nobody knows nothing about. WE MUST FIND CIVILIZATION!"

With that Trent hit the tree he had sat under, and a net flew up from the ground and swallowed them. They laid there, suspeneded with body parts in a mixed jumble. Guy was able to shout, though muffled, through the ropes and the body parts " Well here's your friggin civilaztion! I hope you're happy!"

The two swung there for a good time until a small group came and circled the net. Their faces were masked with non-discriptive black stone tablets, and their bodies were tightly wrapped in black clothes. The only thing not black were the yellow blazing eyes behind the mask. The group slithered gracefully across the surface of the marsh like mist in the night as they inspected their catch. Then one of them stopped, his eyes glowed blue momentarily. Then picking up the fallen rifles he leaped up onto the net and knocked both of them unconcious.

The only thing Guy or Trent remembered before being dragged off was the smell of the marsh, and the feeling of the ground, dragging underneath them.

Dead Men Run -Fugitives

2004-09-14T02:13:30Z

Trent and Guy sat in their seats nervously waiting for the Police to give chase. The two drifted closer to the warp point, a floating Goliath that stood in space and regualted worm-hole warp travel. Trent turned to Guy and suggested that he should change out of his prisoner uniform. "Nah," said Guy, "it's comfey and it's useful. Besides, I like orange."

Trent, getting frustrated, tried to politely ask again. " Well, it might be safer for us if you weren't dressed like a con. I have some clothes in the back where that door is that I'm sure you could use."

Guy looked back at Trent with an expression of 'yeah right'. "No offense but I'm 6' 3'' and your what 5' something and -," Guy stopped realizing that Trent had a point.

Guy unbuckled his harness and headed back into Trent's ship."Hey I'm 6 feet solid,"Trent shot back.

Trent stared out ahead looking for any signs of cops or the warp station. Just then a small flashing light caught Trent's attention. Guy's voice called out " Hey Trent, where do you keep your clothes?"

"Uh, in that big closet thing," Trent quickly shot back to the flashing light, " what the heck is this all about?"

The whole ship rocked violently. Guy called out from his changing " Wacth your driving!"

Trent yelled back " It's not me. I think it's the cops," Trent began to frantically type on the control panel, " I guess I'm gonna have to try and lose 'em."

Trent pulled the ship abruptly around. He saw that they were only being persuded by one police ship. Trent drove his ship straight towards his assailing cop. The police ship dropped out of Trent's line and came back up behind him. Trent shifted his ship in a circle, the police ship was there behind him still. He tried to loop around the police ship but there was the cop behind him again.

Guy came out of the dressing room still in the top half of his orange jumper and wife beater, but the sleeves were cut off and instead of his pant legs he wore jeans and on his head was gray beanie, rolled up and fitted tightly. " You drive horribly," Guy said running back to meet Trent.

"How many," Guy asked looking forward into space.

"One, and hes got some kind of stun round," Trent said desperatly trying to out drive the superrior pilot in the police ship.

Guy thought for a minute. " Ok I got an idea. Trent, do you have any guns with you?"

Trent looked at Guy. "Yeah but this is space. It's not gonna make much difference."

Guy continued his question " Do you have any of those new ones. Ya know the magnet charged rail thingies?"

Trent processed in his head all of his invetory. " Yeah a couple.''

Guy's face slithered into a devilish smile. " Good. Grab one, put the ship in slow auto pilot and come with me."

Guy grabbed the cut off pant legs form his jump suit, tied a knot around his waste then another knot around a safety hand rail next to a bay hatch button. "Come here Trent, "said Guy

Trent thought for a minute. He slowly walked towards Guy's open arms. "Now, turn and face the hatch door and get ready," Guy said softly.

Trent raised his gun and started to aim. This is absolutely crazy, Trent thought to himself. Guy wrapped his arms and legs around Trent. Guy shouted " Get ready!," and qucikly he slammed the bay OPEN button.

The doors opened and the vacoom began to pull on the two. The police ship was right next to the side of the ship. The cop turned and looked right into the ship and his face shot to horror as Trent lifted his gun a little and fired. The police ship rocked back and forth before it spun out of control and away from the two.

Guy smashed the bay CLOSE button. The two were then slammed into the closed bay door. Guy looked back. "Well looks like thats it for my pant legs."

Trent quickly got back up and seated in his harness. Guy untied the pant legs from around his waist and hurried to his seat. Trent put the ship back in manual and headed back to the warp station.

Finally the two arived and tension started to build in their stomachs. They flew up to the check in station. A young woman was there to great them. She smiled as she sopke over a speaker " Hello sirs. How may I help you today."

Trent smiled as he leaned forward in his seat and spoke into his speaker. " We're doing great. Can we go to the Hephestus Star System. We got realitves there."

The young women smiled as she type or her keyboard. She looked up and pointed to a blue, spiraling void in the middle of space. " Ok your flight has been accepted, and we have already withdrawn the money from your account, so whenever you're ready just go and enjoy your flight."

The ship began to creep into the hole before the young women came back over the speaker again. " Uh excuse me sir but your ship appears to be slightly damaged, is everything ok?"

Trent quickly came back on the intercom. "Uh yeah everything is fine. We had a little accident in the garage. We're fine."

The young women wished them bon voyage and the two crept towards the hole again. They charged the engines and rushed inside the worm-hole. A blue funnelof space and light surrounded them. The two put up thier feet and relaxed. Trent's face morphed from relaxation to panick when a warning light flashed on the console. It flashed WARNING: there are more than one ship in the worm-hole space, please prepare to make room or hazardous conditions may follow.

Suddenly the ship violently rocked again. " The cops again! Geez, whats with these guys!," Guy growled.

Trent furiously started pushing buttons. Guy took notice. " What are ya doing Trent!"

Trent hurriedly said " I'm dropping us out of warp and back into conventional space."

"But what about the Hepestus Star System, we're not even close"

"Screw it," shouted Trent " I'd rather be alive and lost, then die at the speed of light!"

Trent tried to slow the ship down. Stun shots from the police ships knocked the ship out of control. Trent struggled to steady the ship but it was all in vain. The ship slowly edged its way to the wall of the wrom-hole. When it hit, the ship started to shake violently. Then the ship bounced from wall to wall. The two passengers fought for control, but the stun shots form the police hindered their ship into a pinball.

Guy screamed "Cut the engines!"

Trent slammed the console and all the lights went off and the engines roared to a stop. The blue light vanished and so did the cops, the ship was still reeling from the stun shots. Before the two can catch their breath the ship plummets into space. Trent and Guy strain themselves and try to figt the G-force, but it soon over comes them and smacks their heads into the console, knocking both unconscious.

Hours later the two wake up still in there seats, amazed to be alive and with a punding head ache. Trent starts to check on the console. " So where are we," Guy asked.

Trent checks some more." The computor doesn't know but it says that it should be safe for us to go out. Which is good cuz this thing won't be getting off the ground any time soon."

Guy rubbed his sore head "Well, lets go take a look around."

The two got guns and walked to the bay door. They hit the bay OPEN switch and waited for the door to reveal before them this new land they had miraculously , and unfortunately stumbled upon.

Dead Men Run

2004-08-15T05:07:01Z

OK just a heads up a buddy and I are doing this story thing i write part and he writes a part and etc...so this is just a piece of a story so he can see it..you can comment and do whatever but keep in mind this has nothing to do with Lost Soul(my other story i just started)

Dead Men Run

The year is 2075.The Mafia's power has grown out of control on the planet Earth.While in the meantime space colonies advance on the Moon and Mars. Not the mention the openening of a new wormwhole connecting two universes together has expanded technology and trade. The cops, in an attempt to keep control over the Mafia and all the colonies as well as the new planets in the 2nd universe, has banded guns to everyone. Thats where are story starts.
The light finally went down on Pinstripe Jay's hottest act. The Bootleg Aces was a business magnet for the nightclub. Not only did there swing music fit the club's 1920-1930 atmosphere, but it was entrancing to the people. The lead singer of The Bootleg Aces was Trent Arington, he was meeting with the manager to get his pay for the night. "Hey Jimmy, hot crowd tonight. Did ya see that brunette in the third seat in the back? She was a doll."
"Yeah Trent, I think I saw her giving you the eye. Now lets stop beating around the bush. You want your pay," Jimmy said.
Trent smiled "Yeah Jimmy, you know me like a book!"
Jimmy started to flip out the cash. Trent picked it all up when Jimmy was finished. Frustrated, he looked back at Jimmy. "Jimmy, this is 32,000 dollars. How am I supposed to split this 7 ways?"
Jimmy shot back "You'll find a way."
"Jimmy, thats 4,500 some odd dollars. With the inflation the way it is we'll be lucky to live a week on this kinda scratch. Besides we were promised ATLEAST 10 times this to share," Trent argued.
Jimmy looked at him with eyes that could stop a stampede. "Listen Trent, this is the cut we decided to give you. Do you know who pays you off?"
Trent sighed realizing he couldn't win "Yeah I do. Tell the don I appreciate his generosity."
Jimmy smiled "Yeah I will. Besides Trent don't look so sad, I know that you make so much more at that other job of yours. You make so much, it would be a shame if someone were to inform the authorities about it."
Trent, in an attempt to sush Jimmy before anyone heard, quickly interjected "Shhh.OK,cripes! Geez, I give you guys enough guns and ammo to blow up the moon, which wasn't easy since the cops started cracking down on gunsmuggling, and now I'M some lackey. Whatever, I'll make due. Have a nice night,Jimmy. "
Jimmy smiled back "You too Trent. Keep yourself safe tonight."
Trent stopped dead in his tracks. Now on a normal night he knew that this would have ment nothing, but being with the Mafia for as long as he did he knew that Jimmy's clues were all starting to come together. The price cut, the threats and that last comment being the period to the sentence. Trent's name came up on a list that night, and he knew his name was gonna get scratched off before the night was over .
He quickly ran to meet up with his band. After some small talk Trent started to pass out the cash. The entire group looked very upset, but no one looked more upset then Trent. When his band asked him why he looked so upset ,Trent just said" I dunno guys, I have a bad feeling about the don. I feel like something is going on."
The band looked at each other alarmed. Trent looked up at his band and said "I'm sure its nothing. I feel bad about him jipping you guys. Here I want each of you to have my share."
When his band objected Trent snapped "Shut-up. Take it guys. I'll be fine, I have two jobs. You guys need it, besides it may be the last thing I can give you guys. I'll be fine. Anyway I need to Talk to the don. You guys have a good night."
Trent walked up stairs to the office of the building. The door was slightly cracked, and as Trent crouched behind the door, he listned to the don talk to Jimmy. "Who should I send?" asked Jimmy
"Two guys. Big. Strong. Arm 'em but tell them to do it quickly and quietly," said the don.
"OK, I got two guys already armed. They'll porbably get the job done while he's walkin' home,"said Jimmy.
"That sounds good but tell them to dump the body. Better he goes missing than he's found with exitwounds. They see those and they'll bust me for sure. Not like it'll matter. I own have the force," the don said prideful of his tryannical power.
Trent got up and quickly ran out of Pinstripe Jay's, he stopped to get his stuff from back stage. Seeing that his band had allready left; he pulled his pistol out of his breifcase, armed it and silenced it. After putting on his jacket, he hid the pistol in a pocket and started for the door.
Before he could even tuch the handle two, tall goons stopped him. "Hey Mr.Arington. You goin? How about you let us accompany you home."
Now this wasn't the first time they had offered to do this, and to play it off like he didn't know anything Trent agreed."Yeah fellas, thanks. You can't be too careful these days."
The three of them walked casually back to Trent's luxury apartment. Trent realizing that his time was about to come thought up a last-ditch-effort plan. "Hey is that a cop car. Geez they've been following us for like two blocks."
At this the two men quickly swerve around to see if infact the car was there. Trent pulled out his pistol and shot the first goon twice in the back of the head. Before the other could draw his weapon, Trent fired 3 shots into the other goon's chest. After the body hit the ground he took one head shot just to make sure the gonn wasn't goning to get back up.
Trent looked around nervously. The coast was clear. He stole the two goons' guns and ran into his apartment. He quickly got all his cash, some keys for some loose ends he had to take care of and all the guns he had stored in his apartment. Leaving his apartment he saw the bodies still there. "Ah, crap," he thought to himself,"double homocide is worth atleast 10 years, possbaly death. And I KNOW that possesion of a gun will give me another 10. Knowing how powerful the Mafia is, they'll hunt me down just for vengence. I can't stay here and I can't just hide."
Trent then recalled an add he heard"I gotta run. I gotta get my ship and just run. The wormwhole is my only chance."
Trent got a ride from a bus and went straight to the National Spaceport. He went straight for a locker. He put in his keys and opened it up. He pulled out a duffel bag and opened it up. Inside he found more guns, money and keys to a private ship. Something he was gonna save for his honeymoon, if he ever lived long enough for that. "Of all the jobs I had to pick I decided to be a gunsmuggeller! The most dangerous job in this world! I'm sure my band would have done well by themselves, BUT NOOOOooo! I had to go and sell out to the Mafia," Trent thought to himself.
After stuffing everything he had into one duffle bag, he made his way to the private ship yard. He stood in line to security. His bag was laced with lead so he knew they would see nothing but the hard part was playing it off. Trent greated the guards with an impatiant smile. "Where are you goin," a guard asked taking his key to ID it.
"Oh, just out. I wanna see whats on the other side of the wormwhole. I've been hearing so much about," Trent struglled to look natural considering he was running.
"Well Ok. Have Fun Mr.Lexington," the guard smiled, handing back his key and stamping a ticket for him.
Trent was releaved. It had all worked. The lead coverd bag, the fake name on the key and his acting. He was slowly making his way until he heard one of the guards scream. "Hey you stop! Get 'em"
Trent quickened his pace. His ship was docked and he opened the door. He stopped realizing that there was no way they meaned him. Trent turned to look at the guards. Two guards were pointing tazers right for him. Before Trent could even lift his arms up, a shadow shot right in fornt of his eyes and a voice whispered in his ear. "I have a knife at your throat and one by your liver. Get me on that ship and get me the hell outta hear. Don't be a hero. You do, you die!"
Trent moved into the ship like a puppet of the knife-wielding puppeteer. The door slammed shut and his assailent locked the door. The assailent let go, and just as he did Trent turned around to find that he really did have two knives, and odds are he had more.
Trent got into the pilot's seat. Started it and put it on autopilot to the wormwhole. Trent turned to his asailaent and asked "What was that all about?"
The man put his knives away in little hidden sheaths. He was tall and powerful with a face like chisled stone. "That was the Police."
"Oh great, now I'm running with a fugitive," Trent sighed.
"Not fugitive, escaped con,"the man corrected, "...and what do you mean you're running?"
" Well, not that it matters, but I got on this ship to get away from the fact that I...shot two goombahs, but it was in self defense," Trent argued.
" Great. Of all the people I pick for a hostage I pick a gun-toting murder. This is just great," the assailent sighed.
Trent walked towards his attacker and looked him straight in the eye."Look, we can't afford to be playing who's worse. Fact is we're both fugitives now."
"What are you saying," asked Trent's attacker.
"A temporary partnership until we figure stuff out. It's not gonna get any of us anywhere if we screw eachother," Trent pointed out, "...Name's Trent."
Trent's attacker thought for a second in silence. His face scanning the the ship. Finally he looked Trent right in the eye."Name's Guy. Good to meet ya Trent."
The two shook hands "Nice to meet you, Guy," said Trent with a smile.
The ship slowly made its way to the wormwhole. It would be a matter of minutes before cops would give chase, but right now they had to worry about each other. That and making it to the wormwhole in one piece. Whatever was gonna happened next, both Guy and Trent knew it wasn't gonna be easy.

Lost Soul-The Break Out

2004-08-11T04:42:54Z

In a jail cell sits a man that goes by the name of Adam Vega. He has sat in the same cell for 5 years. Words start spreading about a break-out. As all the convicts get excited Adam just sits in his cell and thinks. He thinks about the fateful day that slammed him in this hell. An innocent man on trial with no solid evidence. He was only locked away becuase of his record, mass murder isn't his style. The moon rises and the lights go out in the jail. A loud BOOM goes off and the doors to the cells swing wide open. All the convicts rush out hooting like dumb, wild animals.
Adam stood in his cell contemplating leaving. He spent everyday of five years thinking about the people he had left behind, the man that set him up and the life he left. Then again if he runs and they catch him, then his sentence will be prolonged.
Slowly he walks deeper into his cell, waiting it out the right way is the safest way. Better safe than sorry...but the thoughts of vengence are too strong to ingore and words of a friend start to play in his head "Big risks give great rewards, but not to risk is to give up everything."
Adam charged out of his cell looking for the sweet embrace of mother freedom. The others were all running out the front door, they apprently hadn't given it much thought. Adam ran towards the back of the jail. There waiting for him was Old Joe. Old Joe had been in jail for 20 years and had been planning this moment for 19.
Adam said to Old Joe "Thanks again for letting leave with you. I don't know what I would have done."
Old Joe just smiled"Nah, Vega, thank you. I couldn't have dug this tunnel without your help," then Old Joe's face grew grim "if I don't make it, I want you to see to this address and tell the people there that I love them."
"Family," Adam asked.
"Something like that," Old Joe said with a returning smile.
Adam reared back and shot forward with a hard kick to the brik wall. The wall fell to pieces to reveal a passage. The two began to crawl on their hands and knees for 3 long miles until a cold wet drop tuched Adam's nose. Adam turned to Old Joe "Hey Joe this thing is cavin' in!"
"Well then hurry the hell up!," Old Joe shot back.
But as the two scurried on, more and more water started to pour in, and before they knew it they were up to thier chins in ocean.
Old Joe stopped "It's not safe, we need to go back!"
"We are so close. C'mon you can do it, just push," screamed Adam.
the ground started becoming more like mudd and the ceiling got closer as the water went higher.
Finally a beam of light broke out of whole above them. Just a little more, thought Adam.
Just then the tunnel completely gave out and the two were crushed in a current of water. Adam struggled but he couldn't reach the hole. Adam could feel Old Joe pushing him towards the light.
Adam grabbed the light and pulled himself as hard as he could into its welcoming aura. Then all was black.
Adam woke-up and looked around. Old Joe was nowhere in sight. He turned back to the whole where he had cralwed through just moments ago, now a pool. He thought he saw Old JOe and took a hold of his shirt, he slowly managed to drag Old Joe's body up through the hole.
Old Joe felt cold and clamy. Adam checked for a pulse....None. He checked for breath....None.
Adam sat there with Old Joe's dead, drowned body in his arms. "Sweet dreams old man," Adam said "rest in peace."
Adam laid the body down and stood up. Looking around he saw that he was in an alley, and all alone. His silence was broken by the sound of sirens. He wouldn't let Old Joes death and all his work be for nothing. He saw a cop car drive by and imedialty jumped the alley fence. He took off running, thinking to himself of all the things he had to....and the bastard that put him away for 5 years. Vengence is sweet to those who wait, and for Adam Vega, it was gonna be sinful.

hey all

2004-08-09T21:06:08Z

Ok...well now I've killed of my gunslinger and now I got nothing to write about...damn! Seems i have written myself into a corner. Hmmm...well..lemme ask you, the people for some help...what do you want me to write about...send me a comment about and idea for a story or anything and I'll write it. Yup, I'll be your literary whore! Give me ideas, gimme gimme gimme!

hey everybody

2004-08-03T01:25:13Z

Hey guys.....sorry it's been so damn long. Not like I had a choice. My computor wouldn't let me get on Live journal...(the slow, dirty whore!) then we finally got a new computor and I forgot my password. SO now IM FINALLY getting back on. I'll try to update this thing...whatever. Don't forget to check out my xanga(Pinstripe_Knight) and if you want to send me something to post email it to me at pinstripeknight86@hotmail.com....ok thats the last time I plug that dang thing. ALlright...well its good to be back and I'll write soon.

The Final GunShot

2004-04-05T05:48:25Z

The man finished scaling the stairs through the trail of dripping blood and his head felt light.He reached a door gave a swift kick and the door took flight.
In the room he found Boss, standing by a mini-bar. The man's vision started to blurr and Boss seemed way too far.
The man trudged up to Boss and raised his gun. Boss stared in slince knowing his time had come.Time passed...
Boss said"Well, do it already. I'm sick of this game"
Teh man replied"Wait, wait gimme a minute!I got a question. Whats....What is my name?"
"What?" Boss replied
The man threw back at him and began to cry"You took my name.You took my past.Now tell me WHO AM I, WHO THE HELL AM I!?"
Boss reached for a box and pulled out a file. He threw it on the table and said" I think you'll find this worth while"
The man picked it up and began to read. Bos continued" Your name is Vincent Xavier Reed. Your parents are Joseph and Marry Reed. You have a little brother named..." and in a horrid shocked look The man said "...Charlie.."
Boss nodded and the man's face stung and his lips became salty. The tears ran down but the rage blew up. The man wouldn't hear anymore he heard enough.
The man took his pistol and filled Boss with a couple of rounds. Boss' body fell limply to the ground.
The man turned away and walked to the door. The man heard a Thunderous CRACK!The man was thrown againstthe wall... A bullet tore through him and he could feel the whole it bore.
The man turned in rage at the bloodied Boss that layed gun raised. With one bullet, The man spilled the last drop of blood that would leave his soul stained.
Crying and dying The man left the Arena. Reading the file, thinking of Joseph,Mary, Charlie and Maria.
He managed to stumbled all the way to Maria's grave.In tourment he wondered if his soul was saved. He sat down huggin her grave in fear of death, with no soudn to comfort him other than his failing breath.
He looked down and saw his reflection in a puddle and his face changed to the shadow. The shadow smiled back but the smile wasn't hallow. He looked with jubiallance and said" You did it Vince. You broke free of your chains in this world and in the next. You ar eno longer a slave to death and your soul is no longer hexed.You can rest in peace."
the man laid back, relaxed, raised his head towards the sky with its re-incarnating light BURSTING through the sky, and for the first time a smile appeared on his face.
He could see Maria's smiling angelic face and Charlie's plesant smile.he said looking up into the heavenly light"Mom,Dad, Maria and Charlie....I'm finally coming home!...It's been such a long, long while!"
And when the sun set The man's one and only wish was gained. He was in peace and he never had to pick up a gun again.
......Rest in peace Vincent Xavier Reed...
......Rest in peace...

Blood Through the Final Door

2004-03-14T22:06:11Z

The man opened the door with a slight twist of the knob,
he knew from this moment on no more blood money no more hit jobs.
The man stepped through the door and into the arena floor, the one place he wanted to forget more.
The ground was solid, cold stone. Unforgiving, uncaring and chills through your bone.
The stone circle sat in darkness, overshadowed by the stadium seats and the lights wishing to confess.
The ground once grey stone stood as a blood-red monolith, the man knew that most of the bloodshed had him involved with it.
Then the lights slammed on with a loud Bam! and through a window at the top of the stadium and through a window he spotted a man.
It was Boss, he went on the microphone
"Glad to see you back, so I guess you decided to join us and return home"
The man grew angery in him flared a rage "This is not my home, but it is your grave!I'll make sure of it. I'm not leaving witout your life in hell's pit."
"Too bad," laughed Boss "you always had a big head. Now as part of the ultimatum, you are now dead."
On the opposite side of the arena marched more gunners, weapons raised the opened fire that rained like thunder.
The man didn't care, he had nothing to lose. He pulled out his guns, pushed back death's fear and did what he decided to chose.
He ran with fearless abandon, his teeth nashed, his guns clawed and his soul was screaming for violence wanton.
Guns roared in ballistic flurry, the man ran through his oppents storm and things got blurry. He shot blind as he ran through, and when it all stopped the bloody bodies came into view.
He took another step but felt increditably weak. From all over his body he noticed the blood that leaked.
He continued on with blood dripping a trail behind, Boss was close and he would be the final find.
No more security, no more doubt. Time was ticking and death lingered about.
He trudged over the arena now fresh with blood and over to some stairs that led to Boss' room above.
This was the man's final stand, and then everything would be pure and grand.
The question is...could he do it, everything in life ...was it worth it.
The man had too many questions too, WHY was the biggest but the second was...WHO...
....I know where I've been and the people that have died but......WHO AM I?

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Man With Nothing To Lose

2004-02-28T03:31:18Z

The man felt strangely at ease,
still vengence flew through him like a breeze.
He was ok now with Maira's passing,
still he felt like something he was missing.
He was walking the city street one night,
bullet fire made him stop and turn a hard right.
A shadowy figure stood there, two pistols raised,
"did you think you coudl run from us?"...the man stood there unphased.
The man drew his guns, he knew this was a challenge. The cold, dead feeling of his guns made him cringe.
At the drop of a hat the two men run. Forgetting their mortality and the brutality of their guns.
The shadow opened fire on the man,
who jumped to the side and fired up a plan.
The man ran in the opposite way,
his opponent ran after him with his guns darting in a sway.
The man suddenly dropped to the floor on his back. His gunfire ripped the shadow apart with a brutal attack.
The man stood up and walked to the corpse,
that fight was easy hardly took any force.
He saw a mark, something that he saw before,
it was in an underground tournement on the arena floor.
The man turned to see 4 individuals openfire,
in a panic he ran with fire biting a this heels in a hellish pyre.
He found a motor bike just that lay unguarded,
and he had a plan for the mob in the dark.
He rode the bike back to the mob who had followed in hot persuit, He quickly laid the bike down and aimed for a gas tank to shoot.
Shot after shot until...KA-BOOM. Fire spilled out and the persuers became consumed.
The man walked back to the bodies and found one still alive.
The persuer was badly burned and writhed on the floor, gasping for the air to help him survive.
Pointlessly, he raised his gun at the man, who kicked it far away from the survivor's hand.
The man sat on the survivor's charred fleshy chest.
The man demanded"I done with the others now where are the rest?"
" no more....that's all..." the survivor managed to sigh.
Teh man grabbed the survivor by the collar "You're from the underground aren't you!?...Why!?"
The survivor muttered out "...ulti...matum...return ...or die"
The man angerly replied " I left that place FOR GOOD! Tell your boos I refuse." the man paused for moment then lifted his .45 calibur friend "...better yet, I'll tell him myself. This needs to end!"
A single shot put the charred man to rest, the man loaded another clip and rose off the corpses chest.
The man walked knowingly for he knew, he had to descened back in to the underground, and finish somethign he was meant to do.
The man approached the stairs to the underground entrance, knocked on the old speakeasy door and waited for his chance.
A guard opened the door and before a word was said, the man pulled the trigger and the guard fell dead.
He marched right in liek a soldier without fear.
The place reaked of death and beer.
He found some workers just hanging around, and without hesitation he slew them each with a .45 round.
One was left standing and the man ran up to him quick, the man greated his head with a pistol whip.
The man shook the minion violently and said "Tell me where boss is, or your dead!"
Teh fool pointed to a door"Boss is through there past the arena, its you he's lookin' for."
"I know," said the man who aimed his gun for the poor fools head.
"hey i thought you said you woudl let me go...why-" the man cut him off " Sorry," the man said "I lied."
He finished off the last one and slowly walked to the door. he slowly placed his hand on the cold brass knob. What laid ahead, only the future could show. What was on the other side?...only Destiny and God would know...
....His destiny had come.....

The Vengence of The Fallen Rose

2004-02-21T05:24:45Z

It was days since Maria's death,
There was no expression on the man's face nor heat in his breath.
He tracked relentlessly without sleep for days,
until finally he found Cervantes.
He stumbled to his penthouse, the guards were ready, But the man knew that today was a good day to die and his gun was felt steady.
It was night, The sky was rittled with starlight, the air smelled like sweet apple pie just begging for a bite.
The Penthouse stood like a monolith, and there were plasma colored lights engulfing it.
The man looked up only to spy, and found that god was staring down with his silver, full cycloptic eye."Forgive me," he said,"for what I'm about to do."
He went around the back and trudged up the stairs, in his head the thought of how the encounter would fare.
he finally got to the top,He checked his gun, this was his last stop.
He knocked on the door and a voiced replied "Whose there?" The man replied"Special delivery. I'm here for my fare"
The man hid behind the door as it opened out, two men stepped forward confused at the scene that layed about.
The man came from behind the door and to the side of one gaurds head, fired one shot but both men fell down dead.
The man stepped over their bodies and entered Cervantes' home, soon to be one man's tomb.
A gunfire sounded and the man's arm started to bleed, he turned to find the gunman who did the deed.
the man fired back, the bullets spitting out of the guns mouth, the gunman died with his blood staining a nearby couch.
The man held his arm tight as he continued further in, trying to ignore his obvious sin.
He came to a room where a man sat at his desk, he was wearing a black dress shirt with a bullet proof vest on his chest.
His hair was jet black, short and pulled back. He was tall and thin with eyes like black stone, it was obvious that his soul as well was gone.
The large glass sliding window behind him Empowered the moon's beam bright, which it showered him in demonic shadow light. He stood as he spoke with a voice like fire.
"So, your the gunslinger, the Urban Desperado? You're stupid to come here, I don't care how good you are. You can't do my hit and you killed all my gaurds, your useless to me. So, I guess you'll have to go!"
Cervantes pulled out a gun, but the man fired fast. Cervantes hid under his desk from the bullets that flew past.
Cervantes retaliated in a hail like rain, The man felt each bullet in his chest and the ungodly pain.
The man stumbled behind a leather chair, hoping safe haven would find him there.
The gun was starving and it felt very lite, and the man started to worry if he had enough for the fight.
He checked his clip to find it was empty, then open the chamber to see only one left in complete safety.
"only one left, gotta make it count, but with all these wounds...my time is running out".
Then the man started to get dizzy and things were going black, his neck was getting weak and his head reeled back.
He could feel death's cold grip as it pulled him to the floor, and he only needed on shot ...just one more.
Then he saw it, a vision. Maria's jade fire eyes and smile glowing angelically in heaven. She reached out her hand and smiled as she said "Don't give up hope, victory is just ahead."
A tear started to form at the corner of the man's eye, and slowly he stumbled up with his gun raised high.
He raced over to the desk, Cervantes' gun was trying to load, Finally Cervantes shot but the man was too close. The man pistol whipped Cervantes' frontal lobe. The man threw away Cervantes' gun and dragged him to the window.
The man lowered his shaking pistol to Cervantes' head "send my regards to Maria!"...Boom, and in an instant he was dead. The man lugged Cervantes' body out the window, watching it fall and shatter as it hit the sinful city streets below.
The man limped down the stairs and away from the bloodied place, looked to the stars and saw Maria's smiling face.
He could feel Maria's love gently hugging his heart, and he laughed with a tear becasue for a moment he felt her in his arms, he could feel his soul's lost missing part.
"It is done Maria," he said with a faint jubilee....."It is done....rest in peace"
....Rest In Peace...

The Rose That Came from St. Valentine's Blood

2004-02-14T03:05:23Z

The Gunslinger put his hands on the door,
of the St.Valentine's Catholic churh to get to it's core.
The sky was gray and the clouds a silver white, They cry their rain and push back the light.
The water sundered down the cobstone streets, and it hit the grey stone catholic church with a saddening beat.
He threw the doors open to find the place empty save one soul, kneeling by the alter, praying for god to make them whole.
The thin capret before the man's feet was a dusty blood red,
And there was a balcony of grey marble which streched far ahead.
There were black stained wooden oak pews with carvings of the cross on each tier, He ran his fingers over the cross, it was deep and he could fill the people and that once sat there.
He looked up and saw the red stained glass of St. Valentine. Then an image of the Crucified Christ, and a chill ran up his spine.
The man approached the kneeler, and was supprised to find it was a woman. Her hair was blonde, like gold woven from heaven.
A white light bathed her as she knelt in a small field of grass, moss and flowers that grew from the delapidated ash.
The man drew his gun, shocked to see the the kneeler drew hers. Theirs eyes deadlocked, and then the man saw her eyes, like blue sapphire pool with a jade sunburts.
The man was entranced, but before he could say a thing, the doors flew open again.
Three men stood guns raised, The man and the woman turned and fired a passionate blaze.
The man grabbed the woman by the arm "Hurry we have no time!"
the woman agreed and they left the church of St.Valentine.
They cought a bus, sat down and began to speak.
The woman said "Oh man, what a way to end the week."
The man said "I'm here to kill you, atleast that's the reason why I was sent. But for some reason, when I look at you I can't"
The woman began to blush "Thanks, I guess."
The man said back " I have never seen anyone with such eyes and lips that could rival an angel, I feel like all I wanna do is tell you your beautiful and give you a kiss."
The two stared into each others eyes, the man marveled at the exquisit treasures that were the woman eyes. Then slowly they leaned and their faces met, they emabraced each other with a soft loving kiss.
The man recalled who had hired him for the job, his name was Enrique Cervantes, of the local mob. He stopped and asked "Why do they want you gone?"
"Because," said the woman" I was gonna end them and make them done."
It was then that the man knew for sure.I can't let anything happen to her.
"wait", the man asked, "whats your name, I have no idea." The woman giggled an angelic purr "My name's Maria"
The spent time together flew like a dove, and soon they realized that they had fallen in love.
Til one fateful day, in a park, they waseted time away, and the shadow of death had something to say.
They were feeding each other grapes under a tree, and the man saw a shadow that killed his glee.
The shadow had a gun and he was aiming for the two. The man pulled out his gun and said "Sorry Maria, you know what I must do."
He got up and ran and dodged the first shot, the bullet trail made the air near his ear hot.
He shot the shadow down, pinned him by the chest to the soft grassy ground. His pistol kissed the shadows head, and the man fired a round.
The man turned in horror to find that Maria was hit, her Jade fire eyes were no longer lit.
He rushed to her side and held her tight, the blood wouldn't stop and death she couldn't fight. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he cried "Maria!...WHY!?GOD WHY!?" The man sobbed with his lifeless love and his blood-bathed hands, the blood in his heart turned to sand.
The hit on Maria was mever fulfilled, which is why he figured that Maria's blood was to be spilled.
Now every weekend he stands at the grave of the one he once did love, the hands of death finally crushed the dove.
He hugs the grave, and sheads his tear. Then all pain goes away...and so does fear. His eyes glow with hate as he raises his gun and he prays"Lord watch my Maria, give her her heaven. Let her life be immortal and let me be your angel of vengence, to finish the work that goes on undone. Save my soul, let thy will...and Maria's be done." And as he cocks his pistol and walks like a man possesed he finishes...."AMEN"...

The Pinstripe Job

2004-02-05T02:36:18Z

The man got an odd job,
man's name was Ponducci, one of the mob.
There was a card and it said:
" I'll be frank, I want some one dead.
this one is hard to kill,
some one told me your the best; so i assume you will.
Fill 'em full of lead, and bring him to the docks by the vette. Make sure the only way the dig him up is with a magnet!His favorite night spot is called Pinstripe Jay's,
So I sent you one to look that way. You gotta blend or he'll know its you.Be careful though, he travels with a crew. You'll get your money when we see the dead yucka-puck.
have fun and good luck."
Well the man put on suit and two tone shoes. Slipped on his fedora, trenchcoat and guns and headed for the booze.
the time was around 11 when he got to the joint.
it had a neon blue sign with a wolf in a pinstripe suit, and a front check point.
The man walked cool-like straight in, and was amazed at the scene.
the floor was black and white marble, like a checkerboard, and the sea shell lamps made the whole thing gleam.
The tables were big and cherry wood, with green vinyl couches, with men huddled under cigarette smoke hoods.
There were pool tables, with buddies kncocking a few in, a dance floor with the swing band playing.
The music haunted down in a waltz of sorrow,despite the words your soul couldn't help but smile deep down in the marrow.
He needed to get this job over with, he knew just what to do. He saw the guy hanging with his crew, they saw him too.
They got up to leave, but the man took chase.
They went out a door, up some stairs to leave the place.
The man followed them up the stairs where he saw a big shouldered man with a tommy gun screaming for the dead.
He ran past gunfire and pushed the gun-man, who fell on his head.
The man walked up the stairs, he started getting weak. He looked at his side and saw his ribs began to leak.
He didn't have much time, he ran til he came to a room.
It was abandoned, dark...where the shadow loomed, and screamed doom.
the man drew his guns"Hello?"
The rest of the man's crew stood up and strapped like Rambo.
"Hiya, fella. Welcome to hell!Give satan a kiss!"
The man jumped to find refuge behind an old chair,and he thought YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT REAL HELL IS.
When the crew took time to get their weapons ready for the second round, the man took a shot and a gas tank it found.
Hades' falmes roared and swallowed the gents. The man gawked at the luck of the event.
He found some liquor on a table, took a swig.It was old and stale but sharp like a twig. He used some clothe from the dead bodies and wrapped his wound.
Only one left and for this one he would have to hound!
A door in the back lead him to stairs, again he would climb! He thought that this job better pay one pretty dime!
He got to the top and saw the mark on the roof, his gun drew.The man's time was ticking and his seconds were few.
The mark tried to shoot the man but his aim was off because of the wind.
The man lost mercy and shot him again and again. The mark laid of the ground, his limbs a bloody mess. Like a crippled infant he screamed" Who are you!..CONFESS!"
the man lowered his gun and this is what he replied:
"I have no identity. I am the lost soul and sin of the city. I am the feeling you get when death calls your name. I am the gunslinger, where the underground knows my fame.I'm inevitbelity,don't run I'll catch thee. But most important I am the man in the trenchcoat. I am the truth in life's facade, Now Di Come Dio,...go with god!"
And with those words he sentenced him to death, hoping he would breath heaven's sweet breath.
The dead man was crossed with a smoking pistol, a ritual to send him to heaven's apostal.
he took the body, and got his cash. Ponducci said " Have a good night buddy, don't do anything rash."
The man went home and counted his pay, all the time thinking of drinking, and pooling at Pinstripe Jay's.

Requiem Nightmare

2004-01-22T01:20:01Z

Standing all alone for no reason at all,
being judged by the nights twilight halls.
Cold, dark, silent was the city streets,
he's been here before, is he here for a meet?
A voice calls out"You made it. I thought you might"
The man turned to the voice, he saw a shadow but no light.
" Lets get this over with" said the man
The shadow smiled " Ive seen your work, I admit I am a fan"
This guys sick he thought,
He was planning on this being done on the spot.
The shadow pulled out his guns and glided like the reaper's cloak.
The man's guns wouldn't fire! He began to choke.
The shadow came closer and closer.
Why wont the gun fire, the man wasn't sure.
The reapers shadow was right ontop of him,
his coldbreath threatned his face and promised sin.
The gun still wont fire!He can't stop the choke.
The shadow stops, doesnt fire, instead a cold hand reaches for the man's throat.
The hand tightens, the man lets out a cry,
his soul was fleeting, he might finally die.
The shadows sick chesire girn grew,
he turned his barrel to some nearbye kids, BLAM, they were slewn.
The Shadow laughed without regard and continued to blast,
innocent children and friends from the past.
His laugh growing bigger and more insane, the man could feel his sould begining to wane.
Desperatly he tried to warn the innocent,
But they never herd him and the shadow was hell bent.
Hundreds killed, blood fell like tears of God form the sky,
And the man had to watch as each of them would die.
Their twisted face, their hellish pain now his.
The Shadows' gun gave them deaths kiss.
The man reached desperatly for his gun,
but the shadow tighten his grip and said" you're done"
The man frantically woke up with a shaking pistol in his hand.
with a tortured sigh, he put it on the night stand.
look at the clock 3:35
surprised and ashamed to be alive.
He walked to a mirror where an empty bottle laid,
and nother one layed in wait.
he stared at himslef in the mirrior to look at himself,
he had no idea where he was or no idea how many drinks he was delt.
He looked at the gun, the drinks and his face stung with a tear.
then he noticed something in the mirror that filled him with mortal fear.
On the mirror written in red was the words"The Shadow knows"
then the shadow's face appeared and his eyes and smile glowed.
"You can't run, don't even think to hide. Every man's soul must be judged and tried.
I am that hunter of the human soul, I am the inevitablity that fills the hole. Don't think you'll get your release, I've got you in chains. You are MY minion, you make the blood rain. Your curse: to be the last man standing when every one has fell, but when your turn comes up, and it will, I will send you to hell."
The man threw the empty bottle at the mirrior, It shattered liked a spiders glossy web.
the man tired to forget the shadows words, but he heard the reapers laugh echo in his head.
Then he took the bottle from which he would drink, and instead poured it down the sink.
Turned on the faucet and washed his face.
Put on his coat and gun and took his leave of the place.
He made a promise that day to God and himself, he said: " No more sorrows washing down by booze. NO more women loose. No more waking in places unknown and I will ignore the words that the shadow has shown. I will continue to live this life until its taken from me. And Lord when it does, I will plead for forgivness and I will join thee....and you too Charlie." God bless you Charlie...

Last man standing

2004-01-10T01:16:59Z

Underground compition brewed like a couldron,
Gladiators to fight, to kill, making thier fire arm sin.
Rumors sored about an untouchable; the gunslinger,
said he was born with a .45 on his finger.
Day finally comes for hell's tournement,
each man being bloodshed's testement.
A voice like satan's bellows deep.
"This is for the Last Man Standing, the rest of you will get the long night sleep"
Nervous men looked around, nothing special except,
three shadowed men stood like a demon's pet.
Through the mist of hell they march,
the men forget about the hell about to start.
Sound goes off and everybody runs, heart beats slamming to the pound of guns.
Like angels of death, the 3 shadows glide,
the men wonder which one is the gunslinger; he wouldn't miss this ride and soon they realize they got no where to hide, and the blood spills like the coming tide.
The arena grows quite as the shadows throw off their psuedo mask,
Reload...click click...get ready for another task.
The man in his trenchcoat, the gunslinger is revealed, the other two are nameless. Dispite their aliases peeled.
Round 2.
the three minds slip into the realm of the ring, so they can bare what the gun fire brings.
the gunslinger dashes, with his guns a blaze. The other two fade in the bullets haze.
Hes all out, reloads too slow. He is tracked by a man in a shadow.
He runs with bullets biting at his flesh, hes finished his reload and he lests the bullets mesh.
The third man comes up from behind the gunslingers persuer. The trigger makes this battle one fewer.
The man stands up to the third one. Head level, raises his gun.
"Who the hell are you?"
"a firend"
"Tch, no such thing"...his gun is ready to blow.
"Here take my gun, its proof" his gun he gave a little show.
He threw it to the man, who looked over the gun. He could pull the trigger now and make this thing end.
but he didn't.....
the third man moved at him fast.
he yelled"Kill me now, take the cash and forget your past."
the third mans destiny tolled from a blast.
The shell from the gun cought the man's eye. he cought the drunken shell as it tumbled by.
He finally slipped outta the realm, and he saw everything.
The crowd around him roaring like Hell's typhoon, and the third man with the exitwound.
He realized he had killed, it came to him, but the face he saw wasnt death, but a long lost friend.
"Charlie!DAMMIT!...NO, not...DAMMIT!NO GOD!"
he said with gritted teath as he sobbed.
He looked back at the bullet that had made Charlie bleed,
on it written in black was his final pleed, it said"forgive me"
The man in his trenchcoat took his cash and with the shell in hand, took his leave from the arena's stand.
He wondered in sorrow of booze, what if dear god he finally would lose.
Then he looked at the shell and thought about the end, if he went to heaven or hell, would he still have that one friend?....In the end, will he always have a friend?
With a tear in his eye and a wound on his soul he said.
"...Rest in peace Charlie..Wherever you may go"

Christmas Carnage

2003-12-13T04:30:13Z

A man stood all alone with his back against a wall,
His lit cigarette made the black streets look small.
It was Christmas Eve and the snow danced down,
giving the city its ivory crown.
The man's ears perked at the sound of feet,
the men came out for the brutal meet.
"About damn time." he said with a flick of the cigarette.
"For a man about to do die you seem ticked, dont fret."
The man looked his guest straight in the eye,"I'm not dead yet"
The warriors stepped up, their shadows grew fierce,
Their street arena was silent and their fire stare peirced.
And the moon, stood like Ceasar with a cheshire grin,
giggled with excitement at the battle about to begin.
An invisble ref counts the 1-2-3, and bullets fly with kamikaze speed, one lucky shot is all they need.
Then both men notice that thier beast is empty and it craves a clip, they relaod...but the man foolishly drops his with a misplaced flip.
by the time he gets it in, the silence breaks with a shot,
his arm shoots pain an his skin burns hot.
He screams with gritted teeth for God.
The shadowed guest walks very slow, steps arounds the crismon filled snow.
The man held tight to his gun, his guest got him and soon it would be done.The guest put his weapon to the back of his head, one pull is all and he would be dead.
Then new life sprung back to his heart, he knew he couldn't make his life and part.
Maybe it was his family or Christmas in the air,
whatever it was he got back his flare.
The snow kicked up as he forced his guest to his knees.
"Spare me, oh God please!"
did he deserve to live or die, he lost it doesnt matter,
the guest's execution was swift to the head and a headhunter or Mr.Guilotine couldn't have done better.
With his barrel smoking, his guest's body fell,
his snowy grave would send him to hell.
After walking through snow and a trail of his own red life, he saw something that made his night.
A church, salvation,... how nice.
He went into the warmth and away from the ice.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned. I tally another win, and live to kill again. Give me rest some day in heaven. Amen"
...Then he took out a family picture, it made his day
it had loved ones lost, or ones too far away.
With a tear in his eye he gave his lips and photo a press.
..."Wherever you are...Merry Christmas"

THINGS THAT PISS...ME...OFF!

2003-12-11T01:11:27Z

a list of things that piss me off...(in no partiucalr order)
1. Those whiney liberals who are never happy( take a prozak and shut-up)
2.Algebra 2(it needs to die so f***ing bad. gimme a shotgun!)
3.cold toliet seats(yipe)
4.Voltswagon beetles( the 70's have been over for like 20 years man)
5.Country music....I mean come on bus driver can't you play ANYTHING ELSE!( sorry if i offended y'all)
6. 2hour delays when we should have the whole day off( damn you school you foil me again)
7. Spinach(...does anyone liek that crap?)
8.my brothers full diapers(good God!*gag*)
9.France(who doesn't ,right)
10.School(ya i know you saw that coming)
....
yeah thats about it for now....there will be more...just you wait...

What's up my desperados

2003-12-11T00:39:38Z

What's up my desperados...now i say that because i know under those dark shirts, abercrombie shirts, sweaters, camo or mesh shirts is a being standing on his/her adventure with their jacket flaring and their pistols blaring.
Ok,enough with the formalities. Tomorrow, Dec.11 is my birthday...YEAH!Im gonna be 17! DAMN STRAIGHT. That means R movies, M rated games and DRIVING, biotch!...as you can tell im a little excited. WOO!
Ah man, also...folks i know there are some out there that listen to swing...i think more people need to get on this bandwagon.I mean damn....one band you kids should check out is The Big Bad VooDoo Daddies.
and by the way..im starting a survey...if you think i should turn out more poems about the gunfighter ro somethign else that i do....make a comment about it and i'll definatly make it a series or soemthing.

its snowing

2003-12-06T04:53:48Z

ok everybody i'm not doing poetry right now, just puting this up for the sake of puting crap up. Check it out ladies and gentlemen, the snow is coming down. About DAMN time! i know i know, right now its just slush, but just give it time. I mean, have you ever actually just sat back on those days when you don't have school and just look at the scene. The sky is such a light blue that ist almost gray, so perfectly poetic in its simplicity you could cry those puffy, silver pillows you see lining the sky. Then take a look at the ground covered in a quilt of white powder, just sprawled out as if to keep the earth warm from the cold winter air. And the way it frosts the trees and paints even cars and houses. The way the snowflakes waltz to the ground like its presenting an omniscient ballad. Take a step back and appreciate the art of God, its all around you. Enjoy this free, pricless art while you can. And if fore some reason you dont like the cold and snow...THEN BURN IN HELL YOU BLASPHEMING BASTARD!...nah just kidding, hey to each thier own.

first entry-midnight massacre

2003-12-05T01:58:53Z

The night is young but its only grows old,
the sky is black and the deepest cold.
5 souls meet on city streets, their shadows are met with light,
men in shadowed coats prepare for a fight.
Click...Click, load another one in.
This fatal flurry of ballastic fury is about to begin.
Like roaches they scatter,
pull the trigger, the neighborhood hides from the malicious clatter.
They hide under the sheets in their soft, warm beds, wondering how many will wind up dead.
one man is chased into an alley, where the shadow is his freind,
pulls the trigger,BLAM signals his persuers end.
Two others hide behind Buicks and rice burners. They would want it to end later rather than sooner.
They trade bullets and fire back and forth with demonic blaze, like the fires from hell that deny their grave.
Man from the shadows fires a clip down, the two men spill with blood and are embraced by the ground...just two left.
Empty the chamber, and feed the 45.calibur beast a clip.
The two men's heart jump when they hear pre-apocylptic click.
They stare eachother down like two old western gents, with the lost souls, sky and stars for an audience.
Heart beats...heart beats, they can feel the 45.calibur teeth, there is no retreat.They move.
...Its all to fast, yet it feels too slow, the world seems to echo with every blow.
One is left the other is dead, one lucky shot square to the head.
An empty clip falls and the man stumbles away,
thanking god he'll live to see another day.
then he stops,and his fist is raised.
WHY OH GOD, JESUS CHRIST MUST IT BE THIS WAY!
WHY AM I THE LAST MAN STANDING, WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE TO DIE?...WHY DOES THE WORLD WEAP THEIR BLOODY CRY!WILL YOU HEAR MY CRY?!....WHY MUST WE COME TO ARMS,WHY?...WHY AM I THE LAST MAN STANDING WHY!?...
..why?