yes after a WHOLE WEEK! yes i know treacherous. I have updated one of my stories. I got kinda lazy. meehee. Ah yes the next chapter is rather exciting if i do say so myself. Rachel is quite a star in it (Ms. HAStings) the real Rachel feels loved and appreciated. SHE WOULD ALSO LOVE AND APPRECIATE IF YOU READ AND REVIEWED! as would i. so here goes...
CHAPTER uhhh....4! THE CHAPTER OF DOOM:
So...what do you do when you are married...are headless... live in a perfect town where everyone loves you and follows your lead? I'll tell you what: Nothing. Sadly the Horseman had settled down with Ms. Hastings and lived in Needanap Density where all were in awe of his...uh awesomeness.
Headless horse peoples are not meant to settle down and be happy ugghhh happiness equals ickyness. So, the horseman, being of the horseman species, finally began to break down and soon became depressed. Even Ms. Hastings (who was now Mrs. Horseman but we will keep her maiden name just for easy reading) couldn't cheer the Horseman up. "OPTIMISE!" pleaded Ms. Hastings. "BE FULL OF MERRIMENT! UHHHmmmmm.... JOYOUSLY SING!" but the Horseman just sat and thought of his younger years of violence and gore. Mmmmmm gore.
But alas here he was in this less than stimulating suburban-type home. The walls were...dark blue, and they reminded him of the night sky and when he used to ride freely into the twilight looking for heads he fancied...then stealing them less than subtly from their owners! The kitchen of his was filled with yogurt and olives...girly food. The horsies in the stable all favored Ms. Hastings (who was also a rider) for some reason they were fond towards her gentle grace, more than the Horseman's harsh riding and speech. But he couldn't believe that his most beloved Frisian horse (yes the very one he rode in the movie Sleepy Hollow) had turned against him. He just wasn't into the whole creepy scaring people and neighing loudly thing anymore. He just liked to canter along the countryside with Ms. Hastings. So soon the Horseman had given up riding and became quite out of shape. The months spent in this home of "happiness" (ewww happiness) were quite crappy and even the weather was mean.
One day Ms. Hastings reached her wits end..."Horseman...I can't stand doing all the work in this house, if we are going to make this relationship work then you have to get off your lazy butt and do some work! Grocery shop, feed the horses, clean the house, pay the bills, Work to pay the bills...I DO IT ALL!" The horseman sat at the kitchen table staring at the 12 pickled olive cans upon the table. He felt a familiar sense of anger flood his body. It wove through him. His eyes suddenly stopped blinking. He remembered...that little girl in the park...how she had angered him. Ms. Hastings was now infuriating him; he stood up and unsheathed his sword...............
As the horseman rode off into the twilight like he had done so many times before in his life, he felt the proverbial thrill of galloping. He thought about what he had done only moments before. Ms. Hastings was dead...decapitated. How delightful. Sure the Horseman had loved her very much...but he needed excitement, and he didn't like to talk things through. So he killed her off. And know was in search of more to kill, for fun of course, nothing serious.
But before long, the horseman heard a faint rhythm behind him...cantering? The clamor became louder; whoever was on that horse was going full speed. The horseman reared and turned around as his horse neighed in fright. He saw a headless being upon a dark brown horse, thought you could barely tell. It was riding as a silhouette against the moon. It would have been a pretty sight if the being were not hunched down in a concentrated endeavor to race right at the horseman. Soon he realized this predicament and rode out of the way of his pursuer. The being saw this and slowed down as it reached the horseman.
The confused horseman unsheathed his sword, the being spoke in an spacious voice that seemed like surround sound (heehee that's pretty cool)
"Let this be the last time you ever unsheathe that sword!" Spoke the voice of the now headless Ms. Hastings. The horseman was less than shocked. He dropped his sword sarcastically (how can an action be sarcastic? oh well) ...he doubted that Ms. Hastings would ever have the nerve to hurt him. But regrettably he lurched backwards as Ms. Hastings nimbly produced a small dagger and with good aim sent it soaring into the Horseman's heart. He dramatically and climatically dropped from his horse and lay upon the grassy forest floor. Blood trickled out of his wound and Ms. Hasting's headless form gave a "hmmph" of satisfaction and rode back home.
No the Horseman didn't die...I mean he was headless. He just got back up and walked home... without the horsie.(Who i named Kirkpatrick) The poor horsie had been scared off (yeah the horse actually took all of this seriously) I didn't feel like telling you that he wasn't going to die, cause' of I did It would have taken away all the drama of the scene. Yeah...
Well ze chapter is done...unless i wrote more in my sleep and added it in without my concious being knowing. But i doubt that happened...though anything is possible right???? now review...or better yet....reread it and review
