Children of the Blood Diamonds
Inspired By: Kayne West Song 'Diamonds (Frome Sierra Leone)'. And I don't own it if you're curious.
Disclaimer: I don't own FOP or any of it's characters. I own only some of the plot and my OCS. Not repeating.
Prologue.
Several vans and trucks entered Dimmsdale at 1 a.m. in the morning. They went in one straight line and behind all of them was a black stretch limo. They continued driving until they came to a four-storey apartment complex, which had been closed down for two months since they bought out the former owner. The vehicles stopped and every door except the door for the stretch limo opened. Several men exited carrying crates, chests, and other containers and items into the building. After every other vehicle was emptied, the stretch limo was opened. Out came a man in his mid fifties with a receded hairline of white hair, was five foot five and plump, with serious grey eyes, wearing an expensive black suit and smoked a Cuban Cigar.
The man looked at the building and grinned as smoke leaked out his lips.
"This is where I will make my profits," the man said, "I William Thompson will not be denied my share just because of some dumb no good curse," he declared, "I'm not going to wearing those diamonds anyway," he said simply, "the people of Dimmsdale and beyond are," he added with an evil chuckle and grin.
Done.
Death's Soulmate: I hope this start was at least interesting. Will update soon. Please review.