Reaper640
12-22-2007, 11:10 PM
Title/Link:Untitled
Author:Cody Taft
Rating:PG:13,R (For violence)
Warnings:Detailed scenes of murder
Short summary:A story i am working on,i own all characters.Many have found it interesting..tell me what you think.
Chapter one: Broken
The glass shattered, Blood leaked from a cut vein. Sweat dripped down the wet cold skin. Pain crawled inside and seemed to bury itself and stay there. Bottles flew across what was left of a room full of ash. The bloodied arm of a man in the dark shadows of the ash hung at his side for a moment before throwing a few papers aside in anger. His eyes grew with frustration as he seemingly ripped more papers. The smell of ash only began to crawl into him, eating away at whatever memories of the place he had. The burden only got bigger...it wasn't going to go away any time soon. The man opened a charred drawer producing a handgun. He quickly loaded it with a clip before putting it on safety and tucking it away into his coat. The police would arrive soon..he had to leave quickly before the cops got there. They would take him and question him, And he wasn't entirely on the cops good side at the moment. As they thought he was some kind of dark satanic freak. But very little people could understand this man. He took a last enduring look at the place he used to call "Home" before jumping out the second story window, Rolling as he landed and getting up quickly. It was dark outside later then he had expected. Perhaps almost midnight it was simply a quick thought before he pushed the matter away and focused on the more important things.
The man stood tall perhaps around Six two, He was thin with some muscle tone. He wore a worn out looking large black coat that looked like it could hold the world. The man had dark eyes that could trick you into a stare if you looked at them long enough. And his hair was dark brown that hung to his shoulders. He looked in his late twenties or early thirties.
He began his walk at a dark ally the least spot he wanted to go. But found himself there anyway. His hand found the gun in his pocket thinking protection. He let the hand, with the gun drop to his side sliding the safety switch off. He took a few steps forward before his foot step in something thick and wet. He took a quick step back before looking down at what seemed to be ruined corpse of what used to be a male human. Just without a leg and his throat was cut..Deeply. Blood was all over the place. The corpse looked like it had been there for awhile. He knew it was..He was the one who killed the man. He just never decided to clean up after himself.
A flashback occurred to him, a few weeks back. He was walking into what was an empty building it was dark but with a single light. A different man was standing in the middle of the room.
"Its nice of you to join me, Oloth"The man says coldly.
"I had to get rid of a few nuisances' to get here "Oloth says quickly.
"Now....why did you do that?"The man asked a smile blooming on his face.
"They would not shut up..they were delaying me.."Oloth answered
"A pity.."The man says under his breath.
"Why did you want me to meet you at such a late hour?"Oloth asks softly.
"In a rush to leave? Please do not rush me..i have a favor to ask you.."The man says.
"What kind of favor?"Oloth asks.
"What you do best..i need you to..do some dirty work for me.."The man says.
"How dirty?"Oloth demands
"Murder.."The man answers.
"I charge alot for murder you know..it is not cheap "Oloth says to the man, folding his arms.
"I have come prepared my friend..What is the charge "The man asks..
"Ten thousand no questions.."Oloth says to him.
"why Oloth you want the full benefit of your line of duty "The man says.
"Its what i do.."Oloth says softly, digging into his pockets to produce a large knife. Starting to play with it. Getting a feel for its grip around the handle
"So where is the money?"Oloth asks.
"Right here.."The man says coldly, producing a gun from his jacket pocket.
"Some pay.."Oloth says with a sarcastic smirk, throwing the knife in a quick motion, And with a flick of his wrist the knife soared through the air sticking the man in the side of his throat. He dropped the gun to. The man held his throat as the blood poured out like a water fountian.He looked at Oloth with anger. And even when death itself passed over the man. The eyes never left Oloth the stare still stood strong before Oloth closed the dead man eyes himself. He removed his knife from the bloodied throat of his latest "Victim". He then flung the body over his shoulders walking out of the building cleaning his knife with a wet cloth. As he opened the door. The night embraced him; He took a few long strides forward before dumping the body in a Dark ally. How he hated alleys...
Author:Cody Taft
Rating:PG:13,R (For violence)
Warnings:Detailed scenes of murder
Short summary:A story i am working on,i own all characters.Many have found it interesting..tell me what you think.
Chapter one: Broken
The glass shattered, Blood leaked from a cut vein. Sweat dripped down the wet cold skin. Pain crawled inside and seemed to bury itself and stay there. Bottles flew across what was left of a room full of ash. The bloodied arm of a man in the dark shadows of the ash hung at his side for a moment before throwing a few papers aside in anger. His eyes grew with frustration as he seemingly ripped more papers. The smell of ash only began to crawl into him, eating away at whatever memories of the place he had. The burden only got bigger...it wasn't going to go away any time soon. The man opened a charred drawer producing a handgun. He quickly loaded it with a clip before putting it on safety and tucking it away into his coat. The police would arrive soon..he had to leave quickly before the cops got there. They would take him and question him, And he wasn't entirely on the cops good side at the moment. As they thought he was some kind of dark satanic freak. But very little people could understand this man. He took a last enduring look at the place he used to call "Home" before jumping out the second story window, Rolling as he landed and getting up quickly. It was dark outside later then he had expected. Perhaps almost midnight it was simply a quick thought before he pushed the matter away and focused on the more important things.
The man stood tall perhaps around Six two, He was thin with some muscle tone. He wore a worn out looking large black coat that looked like it could hold the world. The man had dark eyes that could trick you into a stare if you looked at them long enough. And his hair was dark brown that hung to his shoulders. He looked in his late twenties or early thirties.
He began his walk at a dark ally the least spot he wanted to go. But found himself there anyway. His hand found the gun in his pocket thinking protection. He let the hand, with the gun drop to his side sliding the safety switch off. He took a few steps forward before his foot step in something thick and wet. He took a quick step back before looking down at what seemed to be ruined corpse of what used to be a male human. Just without a leg and his throat was cut..Deeply. Blood was all over the place. The corpse looked like it had been there for awhile. He knew it was..He was the one who killed the man. He just never decided to clean up after himself.
A flashback occurred to him, a few weeks back. He was walking into what was an empty building it was dark but with a single light. A different man was standing in the middle of the room.
"Its nice of you to join me, Oloth"The man says coldly.
"I had to get rid of a few nuisances' to get here "Oloth says quickly.
"Now....why did you do that?"The man asked a smile blooming on his face.
"They would not shut up..they were delaying me.."Oloth answered
"A pity.."The man says under his breath.
"Why did you want me to meet you at such a late hour?"Oloth asks softly.
"In a rush to leave? Please do not rush me..i have a favor to ask you.."The man says.
"What kind of favor?"Oloth asks.
"What you do best..i need you to..do some dirty work for me.."The man says.
"How dirty?"Oloth demands
"Murder.."The man answers.
"I charge alot for murder you know..it is not cheap "Oloth says to the man, folding his arms.
"I have come prepared my friend..What is the charge "The man asks..
"Ten thousand no questions.."Oloth says to him.
"why Oloth you want the full benefit of your line of duty "The man says.
"Its what i do.."Oloth says softly, digging into his pockets to produce a large knife. Starting to play with it. Getting a feel for its grip around the handle
"So where is the money?"Oloth asks.
"Right here.."The man says coldly, producing a gun from his jacket pocket.
"Some pay.."Oloth says with a sarcastic smirk, throwing the knife in a quick motion, And with a flick of his wrist the knife soared through the air sticking the man in the side of his throat. He dropped the gun to. The man held his throat as the blood poured out like a water fountian.He looked at Oloth with anger. And even when death itself passed over the man. The eyes never left Oloth the stare still stood strong before Oloth closed the dead man eyes himself. He removed his knife from the bloodied throat of his latest "Victim". He then flung the body over his shoulders walking out of the building cleaning his knife with a wet cloth. As he opened the door. The night embraced him; He took a few long strides forward before dumping the body in a Dark ally. How he hated alleys...