Breaking News (OPEN!)
Jun 8, 2008 6:20:22 GMT
Post by brent on Jun 8, 2008 6:20:22 GMT
A man walked into Edge, his jaws were clenched tightly, and the long sword dangled on his right wrist. As soon as he appeared, people began to gaze, the long black hair, and, outrageously, long sword bared a frightening resemblance to the one so many before had feared. The man's eyes emitted a glow so brightly, in the back alleys of Edge, they were still very visible. He seemed to relish the fact that he was here, his lips turned upwards, and eyes wide at the sights. Just as he was getting excited a man bumped into him, who had been speaking on a cell phone. Those same glowing eyes now peered deep into the man, and he stammered in appologies.
"Just like you humans. Nothing but squealing swine. " He spoke, and then turned up his nose, and began to walk away.
"FREEZE! Come with us!"
Some, over concerned citizen, had called in the local Law Enforcement. The small time guards, six of them, surrounded the man at a close circle, and he laughed loudly.
"In the game of war, it is best to use the advantages you're presented. For instance..." he cut himself off with a lightning quick move, as the sword pierced through a man's neck.
"One should really stay as far back as possible, if they are carrying guns, and their target is carrying a sword."
In an instant the circle withdrew, and he smiled a gentle nod rolling down his neck.
"Much better."
He moved with more speed than their feeble eyes could catch, and he already had the hefty blade poised to one of their necks...
The other's were looking around, obviously dumbfounded that he just vanished. Brent leaned his head down, his lips whispering in the man's ear.
"Shoot them all, and I'll let you live a little longer.." With that he was gone, vanished into thin air, once again. Truly he sat on the roof of a house, nearby, watching as things were going to unfold. The man he had spoken with was sweating, and he looked around..
"Gu...guess we should all go back now..."
They turned to heed his words..
"Lots of wierdos and nut jobs in this town aye? Wait, what about Philllazo.."
They ran to the body of their downed comrade, whose pulse had long since beat it's final note. The horrified guard saw his opportunity, and unleashed a spray into his 'friends' backs. He then ran full tilt back towards the station. Their were no witnesses, the crowd having dispensed at the death of the first guard. Brent smiled, and laughed to himself.
"Such feeble bonds these humans have. These creatures really are as repulsive as you said, mother."
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Thirty Minutes Later
*News Bulletin*
"We interrupt your daily programing to bring you this important news. A crazy man is on the loose in Edge. He killed a group of six cops, and then disappeared. Only one of the group sent to apprehend him, survived. " *A profile shot, showing in great detail the length of his sword. "This man, Officer Zarka, was the only one that survived. "
The screen the shows a sweating, nervous man who rambles on about he was afraid for his life, and all he could think to do was run away.
Brent stood outside of a shop window, watching this news, and he laughed, gently. The truth was he had only killed one and this forced the man babbling about his own fear to kill the rest of his squad.
He walked into the dinner, and the people who had been watching the news got a ghastly expression on their face, and he would simply smile, and wave his large hand to greet them. He sat down at the bar, and smiled.
"I'd like a glass of sweetened tea, and how about a slice of chocolate pie..."
The waitress stammered.."We don't have chocolate pie..only cheesecake, and ma rang.."
"Do you know how to make a chocolate pie?"
"Yes...sir."
"How about you do that, I've got a craving...I'll pay you double what it's worth.."
"It will take half an hour or more sir.."
"I've got the time, doll."
"Yes, sir.." She then turned and headed to the kitchen.
He smiled, and peered around, turning his back to the bar, and stretching his arms across it as he leaned back, watching the TV on the wall, it was obviously him, after all.
"Wow, talk about some nut jobs running around on the streets, aye? Hope I don't have to meet him." He spoke loudly.
"Just like you humans. Nothing but squealing swine. " He spoke, and then turned up his nose, and began to walk away.
"FREEZE! Come with us!"
Some, over concerned citizen, had called in the local Law Enforcement. The small time guards, six of them, surrounded the man at a close circle, and he laughed loudly.
"In the game of war, it is best to use the advantages you're presented. For instance..." he cut himself off with a lightning quick move, as the sword pierced through a man's neck.
"One should really stay as far back as possible, if they are carrying guns, and their target is carrying a sword."
In an instant the circle withdrew, and he smiled a gentle nod rolling down his neck.
"Much better."
He moved with more speed than their feeble eyes could catch, and he already had the hefty blade poised to one of their necks...
The other's were looking around, obviously dumbfounded that he just vanished. Brent leaned his head down, his lips whispering in the man's ear.
"Shoot them all, and I'll let you live a little longer.." With that he was gone, vanished into thin air, once again. Truly he sat on the roof of a house, nearby, watching as things were going to unfold. The man he had spoken with was sweating, and he looked around..
"Gu...guess we should all go back now..."
They turned to heed his words..
"Lots of wierdos and nut jobs in this town aye? Wait, what about Philllazo.."
They ran to the body of their downed comrade, whose pulse had long since beat it's final note. The horrified guard saw his opportunity, and unleashed a spray into his 'friends' backs. He then ran full tilt back towards the station. Their were no witnesses, the crowd having dispensed at the death of the first guard. Brent smiled, and laughed to himself.
"Such feeble bonds these humans have. These creatures really are as repulsive as you said, mother."
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Thirty Minutes Later
*News Bulletin*
"We interrupt your daily programing to bring you this important news. A crazy man is on the loose in Edge. He killed a group of six cops, and then disappeared. Only one of the group sent to apprehend him, survived. " *A profile shot, showing in great detail the length of his sword. "This man, Officer Zarka, was the only one that survived. "
The screen the shows a sweating, nervous man who rambles on about he was afraid for his life, and all he could think to do was run away.
Brent stood outside of a shop window, watching this news, and he laughed, gently. The truth was he had only killed one and this forced the man babbling about his own fear to kill the rest of his squad.
He walked into the dinner, and the people who had been watching the news got a ghastly expression on their face, and he would simply smile, and wave his large hand to greet them. He sat down at the bar, and smiled.
"I'd like a glass of sweetened tea, and how about a slice of chocolate pie..."
The waitress stammered.."We don't have chocolate pie..only cheesecake, and ma rang.."
"Do you know how to make a chocolate pie?"
"Yes...sir."
"How about you do that, I've got a craving...I'll pay you double what it's worth.."
"It will take half an hour or more sir.."
"I've got the time, doll."
"Yes, sir.." She then turned and headed to the kitchen.
He smiled, and peered around, turning his back to the bar, and stretching his arms across it as he leaned back, watching the TV on the wall, it was obviously him, after all.
"Wow, talk about some nut jobs running around on the streets, aye? Hope I don't have to meet him." He spoke loudly.