He set foot here, it's been so long since he's been here last it was
emberesing but this was the place the letter said to met.
The sun was going to start setting within the next few minutes, it's red hues casting it's crimson tones upon the colapsing building. He saw the clock tower from his childhood was gone, it was so symbolsitic the he nearly chuckled.
But Daniel Barrough has other things to tend with, such as a mystery man that sent a letter that was a challenge. Normally he wouldn't have taken such a stupid thing seriously if it didn't threaten to tell his wife who he was once was, he wouldn't let that happen.
His shadow seems to grow as the sun sets, giving a forbrooding feeling about the coming events.
From the large hole in the side of the house that was once held the main doors two soft orbs of lights appeared within the darkness, Dan couldn't make out what the shape was in between the lights were.
Readieing his scissors and a hidden dagger he began for the fallen manor.
He wasn't attacked as he aproched the hole, that's good sign. Carefully looking in with his scissors ready he knowest a figure sitting on the other end of the room.
The figure was rather an odd sort, long brown hair that hung over his eyes while he bowed over a candle lighting a cigarette, he was dressed in a black three peice business suit that kind of made it hard to see him but his pale skin was a dead give away of his presence.
Stepping inside Dan's foot made a lot of noise as he moved a bit of gravel, the man didn't take knowest and continued to smoke. The man lean his head back to revival his eyes were a strange yellow, almost like Dan's wife.
Dan open the scissors as the man reached for his weapon, a reather large duel edge basterd sword with strange inscripture on it, the man weild it without much effert on his part.
"Okay" Dan said as stern as he could, "what's this about?"
The two stood there in the dying light, the two candles that lit the dark room went out and a strange wind seem to push againest Dan from this man. The man didn't move after he stood up, his cigarette burned on.
The next thing Dan knew he was going through the manor's rotting interior and exterior and making friends with the ground, he was glade he tied one of his scissors' handles to his writes so he wouldn't have lost it; because he needed it to block the man's overhead blow.
Dan's handmade sheers were about to crack after the last hit, the man was grinning quite insanely as he knew that blood was going to spill soon. Now Dan knew how Jenifer felt when ever he chased her, he's got to remember to give her a fruit basket later on after this if he lives that long.
Shoving away the man rased his sword again and Dan saw the edge was radiating a strange green energy. Dodging just as a arc of pure energy sliced through the air after following a inhuman swipe, Dan wonder who the hell was this guy.
Dan had had enough of this joker, while the man recovering from his killer swipe Dan lunge foreward with his scissors wide open, but he didn't figure on the hitman's backhand.
The second blow utterly destroyed the scissors and send shards raining all over him, landing painfully on his side Dan knew he was in it deep.
It was pure dumb luck that he manage to avoid a strike to the head, while the man was pulling his sword out of the sand Dan went for his dagger hidden in his coat.
The man swung again, but this time it was by accident because he used way to much strainth and stumbled a little. Dan saw an opening and went for it, he slamed the dagger deep into the man's throat and made sure he went down hard.
The sun has set and Dan stood there staring at this guy, green blood septed from the wound in the throat, but he stopped moving.
Dan had a million questions screaming through his throbing head, 'who was this guy?' 'Why did he attack with such gusto?' 'Forget gusto how did he proform attacks that are only seen in samurai shodown?'
But he knew he wasn't going to get anything out of him so soon, if at all. Dan wanted to head back into town and drink a glass of burbon and then crash onto his bed.
Gods he wished she was in the states right now.
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He waited until the target was gone to get up, the wound in his throat was subpar at best but his client wanted this guy anyway.
'He did survive a burning wind requelium' he thought as he reached for his cell phone, dialing a number quick and then hanging up quickly.
Another cigarette was lit as Lyos L'moant watched the moon rise up, too poetic for this zombifed french hitman.
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She saw that her father and mother were still learly of her, she was "cured" of the toxins when she was eight but the fear of her killing them was still there.
Chinatsu didn't quite understand why her parents still kept her even after the fact of her infection and rampage, but the only thing that she could think of that they loved her and she was the last child they had left, insane killer zombie girl or no.
She was sitting on the second floor padio staring at the rising sun, it was quite beautiful and she sometimes missed it. But not as badly as her huspan right now, she wonder what Edward was doing at this moment?
She knew of her huspan's little endevers and kept her mouth shut on it, she just hope what ever that letter was wasn't to dangerious.
It would be terrible if the child grew up without a father.
The sun was going to start setting within the next few minutes, it's red hues casting it's crimson tones upon the colapsing building. He saw the clock tower from his childhood was gone, it was so symbolsitic the he nearly chuckled.
But Daniel Barrough has other things to tend with, such as a mystery man that sent a letter that was a challenge. Normally he wouldn't have taken such a stupid thing seriously if it didn't threaten to tell his wife who he was once was, he wouldn't let that happen.
His shadow seems to grow as the sun sets, giving a forbrooding feeling about the coming events.
From the large hole in the side of the house that was once held the main doors two soft orbs of lights appeared within the darkness, Dan couldn't make out what the shape was in between the lights were.
Readieing his scissors and a hidden dagger he began for the fallen manor.
He wasn't attacked as he aproched the hole, that's good sign. Carefully looking in with his scissors ready he knowest a figure sitting on the other end of the room.
The figure was rather an odd sort, long brown hair that hung over his eyes while he bowed over a candle lighting a cigarette, he was dressed in a black three peice business suit that kind of made it hard to see him but his pale skin was a dead give away of his presence.
Stepping inside Dan's foot made a lot of noise as he moved a bit of gravel, the man didn't take knowest and continued to smoke. The man lean his head back to revival his eyes were a strange yellow, almost like Dan's wife.
Dan open the scissors as the man reached for his weapon, a reather large duel edge basterd sword with strange inscripture on it, the man weild it without much effert on his part.
"Okay" Dan said as stern as he could, "what's this about?"
The two stood there in the dying light, the two candles that lit the dark room went out and a strange wind seem to push againest Dan from this man. The man didn't move after he stood up, his cigarette burned on.
The next thing Dan knew he was going through the manor's rotting interior and exterior and making friends with the ground, he was glade he tied one of his scissors' handles to his writes so he wouldn't have lost it; because he needed it to block the man's overhead blow.
Dan's handmade sheers were about to crack after the last hit, the man was grinning quite insanely as he knew that blood was going to spill soon. Now Dan knew how Jenifer felt when ever he chased her, he's got to remember to give her a fruit basket later on after this if he lives that long.
Shoving away the man rased his sword again and Dan saw the edge was radiating a strange green energy. Dodging just as a arc of pure energy sliced through the air after following a inhuman swipe, Dan wonder who the hell was this guy.
Dan had had enough of this joker, while the man recovering from his killer swipe Dan lunge foreward with his scissors wide open, but he didn't figure on the hitman's backhand.
The second blow utterly destroyed the scissors and send shards raining all over him, landing painfully on his side Dan knew he was in it deep.
It was pure dumb luck that he manage to avoid a strike to the head, while the man was pulling his sword out of the sand Dan went for his dagger hidden in his coat.
The man swung again, but this time it was by accident because he used way to much strainth and stumbled a little. Dan saw an opening and went for it, he slamed the dagger deep into the man's throat and made sure he went down hard.
The sun has set and Dan stood there staring at this guy, green blood septed from the wound in the throat, but he stopped moving.
Dan had a million questions screaming through his throbing head, 'who was this guy?' 'Why did he attack with such gusto?' 'Forget gusto how did he proform attacks that are only seen in samurai shodown?'
But he knew he wasn't going to get anything out of him so soon, if at all. Dan wanted to head back into town and drink a glass of burbon and then crash onto his bed.
Gods he wished she was in the states right now.
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He waited until the target was gone to get up, the wound in his throat was subpar at best but his client wanted this guy anyway.
'He did survive a burning wind requelium' he thought as he reached for his cell phone, dialing a number quick and then hanging up quickly.
Another cigarette was lit as Lyos L'moant watched the moon rise up, too poetic for this zombifed french hitman.
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She saw that her father and mother were still learly of her, she was "cured" of the toxins when she was eight but the fear of her killing them was still there.
Chinatsu didn't quite understand why her parents still kept her even after the fact of her infection and rampage, but the only thing that she could think of that they loved her and she was the last child they had left, insane killer zombie girl or no.
She was sitting on the second floor padio staring at the rising sun, it was quite beautiful and she sometimes missed it. But not as badly as her huspan right now, she wonder what Edward was doing at this moment?
She knew of her huspan's little endevers and kept her mouth shut on it, she just hope what ever that letter was wasn't to dangerious.
It would be terrible if the child grew up without a father.