I don't know who the second man is. Insert your favorite character and enjoy.
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This is a little story I wrote, goes a little like this:
THE FELLED MAN
SMASH! The sound of flesh hitting flesh, fist mercilessly realizing its power onto already bruised skin. The man wheeled backwards from the vicious blow. He lost balance and tripped, finding new pain as his skull collided with the hard floor. Before he could gather his wits, another blow came, this one to his gut. He cringed in pain and rolled onto his side clutching his tortured stomach. A cruel laugh wafted in the air about him. He tried to turn away from it, but a shoe under his chin roughly pushed his head back around. "Having fun yet?" The shoe left his bleeding, raw chin and returned to the floor. It's owner began circling his prey, admiring it for the fight it had put up, and smirking at how it lay broken and gasping for breath in failure.
A weak, bloodshot eye looked up at its assailant. The standing man noticed the gaze and returns with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Giving up so soon?" He reversed and circled in the opposite direction, confusing the dizzy vision of the crumpled man on the floor. He circled, a wolf teasing his felled caribou just before he rips into the soft, living flesh and begins to devour, muzzle stained red. "I must say, I expected more fight from you." He said. Blood ran from a gash on his mouth. He licked it off, cleaning the salty taste from his chin.
The man's eyes relaxed, but his wide, almost fanged, smile remained ever vigilant. He placed a strong foot on the felled man's chest and pressed down hard. A gasp pushed it's way out of a sore throat as pain exploded in the man's mind. He struggled with his own body to get up, to defend it's self. But, lying on the ground felt so good to his aching bones. It felt so right. It would be so much easier to relax and just let go of the world around...
A sneer moved in close to his face. His eyes opened wide in a sudden pang of complete terror. "Good-bye, dear Chan." A click drew the man's attention. The barrel of a gun approached him. His mind screamed at his body to move, to kick the other away, but something was pushing back in it's own placid way, convincing the muscles to stay where they were. They refused to work for him. "Let us rest." They said. "We can sit here and relax. Leave all pain behind." It lulled at the dazed man in an almost euphoric presence. The pain on his stomach pressed down harder. "I'll see you in Hell." The wolf whispered into the prey's ear. Eyes shut tightly and awaited the final blow.
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This is a little story I wrote, goes a little like this:
THE FELLED MAN
SMASH! The sound of flesh hitting flesh, fist mercilessly realizing its power onto already bruised skin. The man wheeled backwards from the vicious blow. He lost balance and tripped, finding new pain as his skull collided with the hard floor. Before he could gather his wits, another blow came, this one to his gut. He cringed in pain and rolled onto his side clutching his tortured stomach. A cruel laugh wafted in the air about him. He tried to turn away from it, but a shoe under his chin roughly pushed his head back around. "Having fun yet?" The shoe left his bleeding, raw chin and returned to the floor. It's owner began circling his prey, admiring it for the fight it had put up, and smirking at how it lay broken and gasping for breath in failure.
A weak, bloodshot eye looked up at its assailant. The standing man noticed the gaze and returns with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Giving up so soon?" He reversed and circled in the opposite direction, confusing the dizzy vision of the crumpled man on the floor. He circled, a wolf teasing his felled caribou just before he rips into the soft, living flesh and begins to devour, muzzle stained red. "I must say, I expected more fight from you." He said. Blood ran from a gash on his mouth. He licked it off, cleaning the salty taste from his chin.
The man's eyes relaxed, but his wide, almost fanged, smile remained ever vigilant. He placed a strong foot on the felled man's chest and pressed down hard. A gasp pushed it's way out of a sore throat as pain exploded in the man's mind. He struggled with his own body to get up, to defend it's self. But, lying on the ground felt so good to his aching bones. It felt so right. It would be so much easier to relax and just let go of the world around...
A sneer moved in close to his face. His eyes opened wide in a sudden pang of complete terror. "Good-bye, dear Chan." A click drew the man's attention. The barrel of a gun approached him. His mind screamed at his body to move, to kick the other away, but something was pushing back in it's own placid way, convincing the muscles to stay where they were. They refused to work for him. "Let us rest." They said. "We can sit here and relax. Leave all pain behind." It lulled at the dazed man in an almost euphoric presence. The pain on his stomach pressed down harder. "I'll see you in Hell." The wolf whispered into the prey's ear. Eyes shut tightly and awaited the final blow.