Authors note: Well guys, Vinnie's back! Now, change in plans. I am going to introduce villians throughout the story, and they will be explained in a prequel I do after this one. There is also, unfortunately, the possibility of this being the last chapter of the original next piece. I fear that I can do so much better, but only if I change the writing style. Now in this one, sarr gets a new power, a person to use them on and a few very familiar characters will show up as well. So, with all that said, on with the tale!
The figure sat tall on the skeleton, flaming horse. But the horse wasn't the strange thing, the strange thing was the fact that he figure was a skeleton! Not just Bill and his followers, but Sarr also seemed a bit intimidated. It was as though power seeped from the figure into his enemies' soul. The figure was the average height of a gunslinger, carbine repeater on his back. He also wore a duster so dark, it seemed to be made out of the flames smoke itself, that was tattered at the ends. He also wore dark blue jeans, and spurs.
"Kill that son of a bitch!" The biggest follower shouted with rage. Then, all hell broke loose. It started by someone shooting the smoldering rider in the chest with a shot gun. And though the blast was enough to knock him off the horse, he just got back up, unharmed. All the men then started unloading all their weapons into him. Then, after five minutes of continuous shooting, all the bullets stopped exploding to life, and were replaced by the dry click of an empty chamber.
The skeletal figure then got a wicked grin that could even scare the devil himself. "My turn." His voice was deep, so deep it was damn near demonic. He then inhaled allot of air, the longer he inhaled the brighter he got. Then, after he had inhaled as much as he could, he let loose a mighty yell that sent bullets flying everywhere out of his torso. In that one move, he had killed all the blood hounds, and all but four of the followers. He then dashed forward, drawing a pistol from each hip, and shooting two of them in head. But before he could ready another round, the last two followers were running away. Instead of shooting both he went to one knee drew his carbine, and fired. Not one second later, the largest followers shoulder exploded in a fountain of blood. However, the one running next to him fell over dead, a large white object sticking out of the side of his head.
The follower never stopped for his comrade, he just kept running back to town. The faintest of smiles then appeared the riders face. "Still got it. Just because I don't shoot you doesn't mean you're going to live." Then, the first rays of sunlight started creeping over the hilly desert horizon and still the strangest thing was yet to come. He changed into a human. Slowly but surely, the skeleton was being covered by skin and the fire was out.
It was then that Sarr recognized him as the old man from town. "kid, you in there?" He asked. "I want to help." He then went to the door, his horse standing next to the small cabin.
Sarr slowly cracked the door. "Look, don't try and talk me out of it. This guy deserves what he is getting." He said as he grabbed his knife.
"Did I say I was stopping you? No, I said I am going to help. Now, open up if you want your answers from that man in the chair."Sarr then tentatively opened the door, and the old man strode in. "Also, names Carter Slade for future reference. But to people like Bill here…." He then motioned to bill. "I am known as ghost rider, though my true title is phantom rider." Bill then Jumped hard enough to break the chair legs, and ran. Face first into a wall.
"Sarr! Kill me now! Quick!" He pleaded, more afraid than ever. "Before this guy gets a chance to! This guy is bad news, he's a spirit bounty hunter!" Sarr then went, and hit bills stomach hard.
"Then he can get me answers." Sarr said with a smile, stepping aside for carter. Carter then stepped up, and kneeled in front of bill, and grabbed his shoulder. "Now bill, who made you and the crew kill my family?"
"I can't say!" Carter then gripped bills shoulder, pressing the thumb in deep. "GAH! They call him mort! Mort the mute reaper!" By now, he was saying everything. "This is one guy who can kill anyone! He controls hades himself by something called a persona. He calls out his name, and he appears to kill mort's enemies."
"But why MY family?" sarr asked.
"Simple, mort's….." That's when a scythe blade of black fire erupted through bill's chest, killing him, thus taking sarrs only lead. Then from the sand shot five pillars of black fire, in a complete circle around the cabin. As the massive pillars rose into the skys, trails of flame stretched out from the circle. Each trail going to another pillar, forming a reverse pentakill.
"Oh shit!" Came slades voice, for the first time since sarr had met the man, he was scared. "Run! Now!" He then jumped out of the circle, straight through the door. Then, just as sarr made it to the door, two things occurred. First, the door locked and no matter what sarr did, it would not open. And second, a brilliant white ball of light appeared in the center of the room, where the trails met. The light was so beautiful, sarr couldn't turn away from it. Then, everything went black. At least in the inside.
On the outside, right after the door shut, a pillar of fire 10 times bigger than the other five shot up, destroying the cabin and horses. As the smoke cleared all that remained was sarrs body, bloody and burned bad. Yet, he was somehow still breathing. "Kid!" yelled slade He ran forward, wanting to check on him. "Damnit, I hope this works." He then pulled out a scroll, and put his blood on the signature line, then took some of sarrs blood, and put it on another signature line.
After doing so, both sarr and slade let out an agonizing cry. A blood red light seeping out of slades body, and into sarrs. Then, sarrs form began to change. He grew two long and very sharp horns atop his temples. He was then engulfed in a great flame, all of his skin singing off and leaving him skeletal. A spine like chain then seemed to crawl out of his back, and wrapped around his torso. Once that occurred, he fell to the sand, passed out.
Slade was breathing heavy and was in a good amount of pain. "I'll be damned, it worked." He then face planted into the sand, as two figures walked up to them.
"Yo ho ho! I told you this was gonna happened when I sensed that magic." Said one of them. This one was, surprisingly, another skeleton. This one had a black afro, a top hat, and carried a cane. He also wore a worn and tattered black suite.
"Shit! You can talk!?" Exclaimed the other figure with a slur. This one wore a long red duster and had spiky blonde hair. As well as a huge bounty on his head. "I thought you were just some drunken hallucination, and I was out for a walk." He said as he sat down cross legged in the sand.
The skeleton then swung donw his cane hard on the blonds spiky head. "How rude! I swear your idiocity is hurting my brain. Oh wait, I don't have one…..yo ho ho, skull joke!" he then sat as well. "And I told you in the bar, my names brook mr. HUMAN TYPHOON. I bought you with me cause I sensed something bad coming, and you looked somewhat helpful at the time."
Little did these two know, the asailent was still watching them. There, standing in the sandy distance, was a shadowy black cloak. Within that cloak stood a wrinkly old man, with the frays of few remaining grey hairs sticking out of the edges of his hood. He smiled, his decayed yellow teeth old man then summoned a scythe whose blade was that of black hell fire, turned, and used it as a walking stick. On the back of his cloak was a living blue fire, that spelled one single solitary name. Hades.
The old man then took a step, and was in the room that we first found our hero, Jacob in. It was the dead of night, and he was looking out a window at an aproching figure. Above said figure was a name written in thunder that only mort could see. The name was odin, but everyone on the island knew the figure by a very different name. Old man Dan.
