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"The Bounty Hunter" A Semi-Prelude+ A Little Of Ch.1 To My Book. Let Me Know If You'D Be Interested In Reading More.
Posted by Prof. Chaos , 28 November 2009 - 06:07 PM
“The Bounty Hunter”
Prelude:
The night was blackened by the iron-wrought cage. Spikes penetrated the insides giving limited movement to the dweller. The maddened, insane look on the prisoners face still haunts the very memory of every soldier that night. Some called him Jack. Others called him “The Ripper.” He had slain the lives of over four-hundred people over many years. Many say he only sought blood on full-moon nights, almost as if though he was a werewolf. Others say he drank the blood of each of his victims, stating that he was a vampire. Whether he was a vampire or werewolf that night, he could not escape the guillotine that waited for him. The cold, deep, darkened hell; the place he was destined to spend the rest of eternity for.
One by one, the townsfolk cursed and spat at him. The moon was full, only on that night, as if to stare at him with anger. Slowly, the moon turned a blood-red as the soldiers marched jack to the gallows.
“Cut his head off!”
“Burn the Wicked Beast!”
“Make him pay for what he did!”
Each villager tainted his name. The soldiers marched him up the wooden steps of the guillotine. One by one, they attached ropes around his body, and then dragged him out of the cage. They set his neck on the blood-stained head rest of the guillotine.
“Curse you, Buron Driac!” He screamed his last words.
The lever was let go, and down came the blade on Jack’s neck. Witnesses say that his eyes remained in the same position, looking into the sky with hatred. No one knows why, but then again, No one knew Buron Was atop of the tower, watching his former, dead prisoner.
“See you in hell, Jack. And thanks for the bounty,” Grinned Buron.
Chapter One:
“The Angry Moon.”
“Come out, Come out and play,” said Vlad. “All I want to do is slowly torture you until you beg for mercy, and then I will grant you the death wish you desire!”
Buron was seriously injured from the previous fight with Jack the Ripper, but now, he was facing an incredibly more evil force. Vlad Dracul. Just the sound of his name terrified the dead, and haunted the living. Vlad Dracul was an immortal to many, and a curse to even more.
“Come out, Buron Driac,” screeched Vlad!
Buron Driac was waiting for his chance to strike. He hid away in the shadows and blended in with the nightfall. Buron reached below his belt, and placed his firm palm on his revolver. The bounty on Vlad Dracul was triple the bounty on Jack the Ripper.
“Dracul! Don’t wonder off to far, it’s almost daylight,” Laughed Buron. It was clear that Buron was referring to the fact that people thought of him as a Vampire.
“A Little witty are we, Hmm? Maybe I should change that!”
Prelude:
The night was blackened by the iron-wrought cage. Spikes penetrated the insides giving limited movement to the dweller. The maddened, insane look on the prisoners face still haunts the very memory of every soldier that night. Some called him Jack. Others called him “The Ripper.” He had slain the lives of over four-hundred people over many years. Many say he only sought blood on full-moon nights, almost as if though he was a werewolf. Others say he drank the blood of each of his victims, stating that he was a vampire. Whether he was a vampire or werewolf that night, he could not escape the guillotine that waited for him. The cold, deep, darkened hell; the place he was destined to spend the rest of eternity for.
One by one, the townsfolk cursed and spat at him. The moon was full, only on that night, as if to stare at him with anger. Slowly, the moon turned a blood-red as the soldiers marched jack to the gallows.
“Cut his head off!”
“Burn the Wicked Beast!”
“Make him pay for what he did!”
Each villager tainted his name. The soldiers marched him up the wooden steps of the guillotine. One by one, they attached ropes around his body, and then dragged him out of the cage. They set his neck on the blood-stained head rest of the guillotine.
“Curse you, Buron Driac!” He screamed his last words.
The lever was let go, and down came the blade on Jack’s neck. Witnesses say that his eyes remained in the same position, looking into the sky with hatred. No one knows why, but then again, No one knew Buron Was atop of the tower, watching his former, dead prisoner.
“See you in hell, Jack. And thanks for the bounty,” Grinned Buron.
Chapter One:
“The Angry Moon.”
“Come out, Come out and play,” said Vlad. “All I want to do is slowly torture you until you beg for mercy, and then I will grant you the death wish you desire!”
Buron was seriously injured from the previous fight with Jack the Ripper, but now, he was facing an incredibly more evil force. Vlad Dracul. Just the sound of his name terrified the dead, and haunted the living. Vlad Dracul was an immortal to many, and a curse to even more.
“Come out, Buron Driac,” screeched Vlad!
Buron Driac was waiting for his chance to strike. He hid away in the shadows and blended in with the nightfall. Buron reached below his belt, and placed his firm palm on his revolver. The bounty on Vlad Dracul was triple the bounty on Jack the Ripper.
“Dracul! Don’t wonder off to far, it’s almost daylight,” Laughed Buron. It was clear that Buron was referring to the fact that people thought of him as a Vampire.
“A Little witty are we, Hmm? Maybe I should change that!”
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