Here's the end!

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"gently caressing splatter," I mumbled, spitting again.

    When I looked up, the blonde man had the pistol again.  He was shaking with rage more than fear, his face convulsed in pain, I aimed at him.  Looking him in the eye, I needed to shoot first. 

    Wait, the stove is on.  You wanna blow your ass off?  The voice startled me, my face twisted in confusion, it was a woman.  The robber widened his eyes, ready to fire.  I glanced behind him, to the gas nozzles.  Two of them were in fact on.  shite!  I backed up, slipped on the other man's blood.

    "You gorram mother wanker!" the man screamed, I leaped back and slammed the steel door.

    A muffled gun shot, the bullet struck the door, I leaped forward.  I slipped on the thick blood, sliding to my knees.  A massive explosion crashed against the door, the white painted metal bulged forward.  As I jumped up, flames licked at my feet.  "Everybody run, move!" I yelled loudly, voice drowned out by a second explosion, I waved my hands wildly, gun still in hand.                                       

    Waves of students and teachers, screaming in a deafening  mass, swarmed towards the door.  I was caught in the throng, pushed by small bodies.  A young woman, worried about knocking kids down, was in my way.  "Move!" I ordered, pulling her shoulder along with me.  After a moment I let her go.  The dark hallway was filling with students from the classrooms, they were running. 

    They nearly stopped when seeing the blood and body of the first man, trying to avoid it.  I shoved the nightmarish brats away with my hands, gripping their hair and almost throwing them into each other.  I needed to get out of here, before the cops arrived.  They could deal with the running kids.  I watched my steps over the blood, narrowly avoiding a few slipping kids, and jerking away from them.  Explosions were rocking the ground, billowing smoke forcing tears into everyone's eyes.  The exit was a sweet release.

    Quickly shoving my way down the stairs, I ran to my truck.  Selena was standing by the fence, delicate hands wrapped around the top, a smile on her face.  She was the only one who looked serene in all this mess, no, she looked excited.  Gazing up at the thick black smoke, it was eerie.  I waved to her, she waved back, laughing.  "Bye Dave!" she yelled over the screaming and explosions.

    "Bye," I answered, jumping into the truck and starting the engine.  I reached the end of the street as the cops rounded the corner.

Last edited by wolfblood17 (2010-06-12 00:31:08)

Finally I am getting the second chapter started in the way I want it... oh, and there are no were leopards.  Anyway, here goes......... what I have now.


2: Stoppers

Ireland
Early Morning
June 9, 1995

    A chilled breeze brushed the fields of low grass in cascading waves, in the color of varying shades of green.  My eyes widened in awe at the sight, it was a majestic beauty I've never experienced.  It was obvious I was in the heart of Ireland, I've been to the country before; on a mission to thwart some IRA attacks.  My stay was extremely brutal, but we had breaks during the reconnaissance part of the mission.  What I saw was the eternal and natural beauty, no matter how much blood is spilled.  Now was different, because I wasn't being rushed or shot at. 

    The pale waters of the vast Pacific Ocean curled over the horizon and stitched with the dark overcast clouds above.  Rain was quickly on its way, keeping many of the country folk asleep with it's eerie soothingness.  It wouldn't bother me, I loved the rain; the way it cools my nerves, no matter where I am.  Let it pour, I thought, staring up at the sky.  A subtle noise I didn't notice over the maddened waves grabbed my attention.  It was light, but it was definitely there.  I turned to my right, twenty feet away was a brook, oddly placed next to the ocean.

    It started from the top of a gently sloping hill and ended at the base in a circle, leaving a minute island of land in the center.  A horrifically gnarled tree took root on the island, twisted trunk birthing two long and curving branches.  The branches had no leaves to speak of but something about it was still lively.  A crow was perched on the branch to the right, watching me with beady black eyes.  Cawing, it flapped large wings sporadically at me.  It repeated the movement, cawing louder.  I guess it was trying to tell me something, I don't speak bird though. 

    So, I did something many normal people don't when viewing a squawking bird.  I lifted my arm up and waved, a quick, harmless movement.  The crow nodded it's head in quick jerky movements, the eyes brightened.  A nodding crow; I've heard they were incredibly smart, but I didn't know it would nod.  My heart jerked a bit, in wary excitement more than fear.  "Hello mister crow," I said hoarsely.

    It cawed, like an angry scream; and flapped it's wings, taking flight.  Cawing again, it swooped towards me.  Yelping, heart jerking, I ducked, lifting my arms to protect my face.  Talons  brushed the top of my skull in a light arc, I barely felt it but it was still terrifying.  A mercenary being assaulted by a large bird was embarrassing.  At least there was no one to see me, I was alone in this field by the cliff, with a demented bird.

    I turned around, and stood face to face with a beautiful woman.  "I'm not a mister," she said.  Her voice sounded like the brook from whence the crow came.  Although, there was no crow anymore; my stomach dropped as I suddenly realized that she was a shape shifter.   

    "Sorry," I said weakly, backing up farther, "I didn't know you were a woman crow.  All of you look exactly alike.  How the gently caress was I supposed to know?"

Last edited by wolfblood17 (2010-04-15 19:18:35)

Here's some other short blurb....

The woman shrugged, long raven colored hair sliding over her shoulders.  Her startling silver eyes were bright with laughter.  They matched the black dress she wore, reaching down to her ankles.  It was embroidered with looping silver lining on the arm, with a twisting curl at the breasts.  It followed her gracious curves into a down turned crescent moon; with balls of the silver material a few centimeters below each pointed tip.  A third, larger ball rest farther below and in between the other two, forming an invisible triangle.

    The cool breeze blew more of her hair into her eyes, and I finally noticed the ribbons of silver entwined in soft braids along her back.  She brushed the few strands away, annoyed.  The look was strange on her face, like she was normally in a bright mood.  When she looked back at me with the smile.  "Long hair, it's a b****." She looked me over, like she was over the bird-gender issue.         

    I gave her a long gaze, damn she was a beautiful.  "Right," I drawled.  Her random comment about hair scrambled my brain for a moment, along with her beauty.  My heart was leaping rapidly in excitement; I wasn't sure what from though.  It must have been lust, her breasts were very gracious; and her legs were so long.  I blinked away from her for a few seconds, swallowing.  I needed to figure out who she was, and why the hell I was here.  "Who are you, exactly?"

    She held up a long, slender finger.  Beaming the authentic smile she said, "I'm Morrigan, a goddess."

    "Bullshit, believing you're a shape shifter is already stretching my limits, but your not a goddess."

    "Come on Dave, you shouldn't be so close minded.  I'm the goddess of war, prophecy, and fertility.  Why do you think you've never died or been severely injured in a battle?"

    My heart leapt, a chill of fear running down my spine.  No one knew my name, except for my team and at least two government officials.  How did this woman know my name?  I was just about to ask her.

    "Goddess, duh, deities know most things," she said, cutting me off.

    "Is..." I started again, and yet again, she cut me off.  My lips drew down in disapproval.

    "Nope, you aren't going to be found by the cops.  Everyone in the school shite their pants so badly, they passed it off as just a fire."

    "Oh, well that's great," I paused, blinking a few times, wondering what else to say.  She was answering all of my questions before I asked.  A smile spread across my face.  "Really..." 

    "Great, yes, whatever."

    I sighed, gnawed on my cheek for a few seconds in frustration.  "Now you're just showing off."

    Morrigan laughed, a melodious sound that flowed through the air.  I think she was a bit egotistical, maybe all deities are like that.  I wouldn't be surprised.  Right now I couldn't think of anything to say. 

    "You're going to meet someone else when you wake up.  I just wanna warn you, he's a bit bony." she said.

    "Uhmm.... okay,"



Trivia: Can you guess who the bony character is?

Last edited by wolfblood17 (2010-04-20 19:31:56)

I just wanted to tell any fans of this story that it will be coming back very soon.  I'm having trouble with imagery and dialog right now.....