SIXKILLER
I know, I know, it's been a while. This is the beginning
of my first fic I started to write after the holidays. I couldn't post any new
chapter for my old fics because I was out of the country in July-August, I just
managed to work out this fic after a burst of inspiration, I'm facing a
serious writers block on all my old fics, mostly because they are
'old'. I need time to get back to them.
In the mean time, the new fic;
SIXKILLER- TALE OF THE SILVER DIME
Chapter One
A lone figure was walking down a deserted street, from time to time his
profile would be briefly caught beneath the dim lights of the lampposts. His
profile consisted of a muscular body that was more lenient to heavy than slim,
his face was obscured beneath a hat and his eyes sank into the deep borrows of
his face; a dark turtleneck covered his torso and broad shoulders coming to an
end at his thick neck.
As he stepped from one circle of light into another, his large heavy
gloved but quick hands, reached in his pocket and withdrew a mobile phone, not
once did his pace drop, whether or not the boy managed to find and contact the
person he was looking for was unclear, he did not talk, nor did he nod or
display displeasure or disappointment, he simply walked for a few seconds then
put the phone back into his pocket.
There was a light fall of raindrops, and with the coming of the rain a
chill filled the dead night. A gust of wind picked up as the boy turned a corner
and waited patiently in an isolated and remote alleyway. The shadows buried this
figure until he was but another dark area in the ally, no sound or movement came
form his corner.
After a wait of twenty minutes, dull thudding signaled the arrival of
another figure, this one was clearly older, with a shiny bald patch on his head
and thin metal-framed glasses.
The new figure seemed unaware of another presence in the ally, he leaned
against the wall –surprisingly close to our boy- and tapped his foot
impatiently, he looked down at his watch and then thumped his thighs.
A sharp tinkling sound appeared and the new comer's attention was drawn
to a shiny silver dime bouncing on the pavement, it rolled and stopped at the
newcomer's shoes, he bent down to pick it up.
It was only then did our boy lunge forward and slip a wire around the
man's neck, the boy tightened the wire forming a chocking slicing collar
around the man's neck and pulled.
The man managed to let out a surprised muffled sound and then all could
be heard was the furious yet silent struggle for freedom and air.
As the man struggled and thrashed, the boy tightened his hold on the wire
and lifted him clear off the ground, the man's gray blue eyes dimmed
considerably, the animal sparkle of terror was soon banished from his eyes and a
staring glassy expression overcame them.
There were no more movements. The boy hung the man from a suspended pipe
and left him hanging. Since he had been standing behind his victim, he was
untouched from the bright red blood that drenched the man's light colored
long-sleeved shirt.
The boy left the coin where it was –just beneath his hanged victim- as
he took off in the night he did not need to glance back to see what was written
in blood red ink on the alley wall. It was only five words, but they held great
meaning to those who understood.
The five words formed a short message, an ill-conceived plan. A drear
promise to those who had done wrong;
"We will get you all,"
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Okay, this is it for now; the first chapter as you just
found out is a murder. Who was murdered will be announced in chapter three, and
'why' would be found out in the next chapter. I have a feeling this story
has potential. I have some definite ideas about the plot and the animorphs may
enter the scene on chapter four/five. I do know how they'll meet I'm not
really sure when though.
The next chapter will be posted shortly, I just need to
check it over again, please review, I need to know whether of not I should
continue the story, instead of writing it and figuring out the plot only to find
out no one's interested. Oh well, I hope you like it, especially since it's
written in a different style than all my other fics.
