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Nick woke up from his nightmares yet again when he heard a knock on the door.
He picked up his pistol and held it tightly as he walked to the door. Nick let him in
"What do you want Erics?" Nick asked him, lying back down after putting the pistol under his pillow.
"Well first don't lay down on that thing too hard. Secondly.......he's there." He said, drinking from the whiskey bottle.
"Chapel's there, so where do I start?" Nick asked.
"The saloon would be a good place to start, just try and stop from turning it into a bloodbath like last time." Erics told him.
"That one wasn't my fault you know." Nick said, taking out the clip of his gun, counting the bullets and reloading.
"Just remember, Chapel is the one you want. What are you going to do when he's dead?" Erics asked.
"When Chapel is dead, it's over." Nick said coldly.
"The end of the whole revenge and eye for an eye crap, and your parents will be avenged and all" Erics said.
Nick spun the pistol with his finger.
The next day he was on the road on his motorcycle with the big cross suitcase on his back when he passed a sign. "30 iles to Augusta"
The bartender at the saloon picked up the phone.
"Chapel, I just called the bar in May City, and there was no answer."
At the mansion outside of town a man in black with red sunglasses on held the phone.
"Well let me know if you hear anything." Chapel said. He turned to his right hand man Cain.
"Look I want you to place a few extra men around the saloon in the city. It's a security measure." He said.
"Sure boss." Cain said.
Nick wandered into town and sat near the saloon and set his cross against the wall when a little boy tried to touch it, Nick saw and grabbed him.
"I just wanted to see what's inside." Kaite, the boy, said.
"It's my belongings young one."
"Are you a priest? Our town could use one. I read the bible but I don't get a lot of it."
"It doesn't at first, but the good book is not to be misunderstood either."
Nick lit and smoked a crooked cigarette as he sat.
"It's time." He thought, and with that he picked up his cross and walked inside.
The bartender looked at Nick as he walked in.
"What do you want?" the bartender asked.
"Something to drink perhaps?"
"Is there something inside that big suitcase?"
"Yes, my things."
"Are you sure you don't need a baptism or anything?"
"We just wanna know what's in the suitcase."
"I told you, I'm a priest and this is my cross." Nick replied, reaching back for it
"Don't touch it." The bartender shouted. A man held a gun to Nick's head while another started to undo the straps on the cross and pulled the long white sheet off it.
"What is it?"
"It's just a big metal cross." The man said.
"I told you." Nick said.
"We just had to be sure, we all heard stories of a cross full of guns, but that's all they are, a killer preacher, yea right." The bartender said chuckling.
Suddenly like clockwork, the horizontal line on the cross opened to reveal a whole line of pistols, 4 on each side sticking out by the handles.
"It's him!!!!"
"Okay I admit it, but I don't want to hurt you guys. I'm just looking for a man." Nick said
"Shoot him!!!!" the bartender shouted.
"I don't think so!!" Nick said, grabbing 2 of the pistols and filled the man full of lead.
All the guys sitting at the tables pulled out all kinds of guns and fired. Nick dived behind the counter for cover. When he saw an opening he fired, killing some of them and dodging bullets at the same time. He jumped up on the counter and fired again while they fired back. Nick's pistols clicked, empty.
"Damn it!!!" he shouted.
He ran back to his cross and grabbed two more pistols and continued firing at the gunners. Most of them he killed but a few were still standing. When he was out of ammo this time he pulled clips out of his jacket and reloaded the guns. The men still fired but had terrible aim. One man fired while standing on the counter while the other hid on the other end of the counter. Nick jumped up and fired knocking the man off. He looked up and saw a chandelier on the ceiling and fired at it, it fell off and crashed onto the gunman.
"That had to hurt" he thought.
The bartender reached for a gun, but Nick stopped him.
"I am looking for a man named Chapel and that is all. I don't wanna kill you; just tell me where he is."
The bartender didn't answer before another man with a gun came out of the storage room to stop him. Nick dodged but the bartender wasn't so lucky and took a bullet in the eye. Nick stood up and fired two shots into the man and knocked him through the door. Since no one was left to question then Nick wrote a little message on a notepad. "Chapel, I'm coming for you." Nick signed it with a cross. He put his guns back into the cross and wrapped it back up with the sheet and buckled it with the long strap.
Little did he know the drunk from before saw him leave from the bathroom and followed.
On the street a young brunette woman crossed the street while eating a pudding cup. Her unawareness of traffic caused two cars to crash into each other. She noticed a man coming toward her with a big cross on his back, and another man behind him with a pistol in his hand. Nick heard him and pushed the girl aside and took a bullet in the shoulder. He didn't react until he tackled the man. The man fired shots off, nearly hitting the woman but Nick grabbed it and finished him off. He fell back, feeling faint from the bullet wound. The girl caught him before he blacked out
Nick woke up from his nightmares yet again when he heard a knock on the door.
He picked up his pistol and held it tightly as he walked to the door. Nick let him in
"What do you want Erics?" Nick asked him, lying back down after putting the pistol under his pillow.
"Well first don't lay down on that thing too hard. Secondly.......he's there." He said, drinking from the whiskey bottle.
"Chapel's there, so where do I start?" Nick asked.
"The saloon would be a good place to start, just try and stop from turning it into a bloodbath like last time." Erics told him.
"That one wasn't my fault you know." Nick said, taking out the clip of his gun, counting the bullets and reloading.
"Just remember, Chapel is the one you want. What are you going to do when he's dead?" Erics asked.
"When Chapel is dead, it's over." Nick said coldly.
"The end of the whole revenge and eye for an eye crap, and your parents will be avenged and all" Erics said.
Nick spun the pistol with his finger.
The next day he was on the road on his motorcycle with the big cross suitcase on his back when he passed a sign. "30 iles to Augusta"
The bartender at the saloon picked up the phone.
"Chapel, I just called the bar in May City, and there was no answer."
At the mansion outside of town a man in black with red sunglasses on held the phone.
"Well let me know if you hear anything." Chapel said. He turned to his right hand man Cain.
"Look I want you to place a few extra men around the saloon in the city. It's a security measure." He said.
"Sure boss." Cain said.
Nick wandered into town and sat near the saloon and set his cross against the wall when a little boy tried to touch it, Nick saw and grabbed him.
"I just wanted to see what's inside." Kaite, the boy, said.
"It's my belongings young one."
"Are you a priest? Our town could use one. I read the bible but I don't get a lot of it."
"It doesn't at first, but the good book is not to be misunderstood either."
Nick lit and smoked a crooked cigarette as he sat.
"It's time." He thought, and with that he picked up his cross and walked inside.
The bartender looked at Nick as he walked in.
"What do you want?" the bartender asked.
"Something to drink perhaps?"
"Is there something inside that big suitcase?"
"Yes, my things."
"Are you sure you don't need a baptism or anything?"
"We just wanna know what's in the suitcase."
"I told you, I'm a priest and this is my cross." Nick replied, reaching back for it
"Don't touch it." The bartender shouted. A man held a gun to Nick's head while another started to undo the straps on the cross and pulled the long white sheet off it.
"What is it?"
"It's just a big metal cross." The man said.
"I told you." Nick said.
"We just had to be sure, we all heard stories of a cross full of guns, but that's all they are, a killer preacher, yea right." The bartender said chuckling.
Suddenly like clockwork, the horizontal line on the cross opened to reveal a whole line of pistols, 4 on each side sticking out by the handles.
"It's him!!!!"
"Okay I admit it, but I don't want to hurt you guys. I'm just looking for a man." Nick said
"Shoot him!!!!" the bartender shouted.
"I don't think so!!" Nick said, grabbing 2 of the pistols and filled the man full of lead.
All the guys sitting at the tables pulled out all kinds of guns and fired. Nick dived behind the counter for cover. When he saw an opening he fired, killing some of them and dodging bullets at the same time. He jumped up on the counter and fired again while they fired back. Nick's pistols clicked, empty.
"Damn it!!!" he shouted.
He ran back to his cross and grabbed two more pistols and continued firing at the gunners. Most of them he killed but a few were still standing. When he was out of ammo this time he pulled clips out of his jacket and reloaded the guns. The men still fired but had terrible aim. One man fired while standing on the counter while the other hid on the other end of the counter. Nick jumped up and fired knocking the man off. He looked up and saw a chandelier on the ceiling and fired at it, it fell off and crashed onto the gunman.
"That had to hurt" he thought.
The bartender reached for a gun, but Nick stopped him.
"I am looking for a man named Chapel and that is all. I don't wanna kill you; just tell me where he is."
The bartender didn't answer before another man with a gun came out of the storage room to stop him. Nick dodged but the bartender wasn't so lucky and took a bullet in the eye. Nick stood up and fired two shots into the man and knocked him through the door. Since no one was left to question then Nick wrote a little message on a notepad. "Chapel, I'm coming for you." Nick signed it with a cross. He put his guns back into the cross and wrapped it back up with the sheet and buckled it with the long strap.
Little did he know the drunk from before saw him leave from the bathroom and followed.
On the street a young brunette woman crossed the street while eating a pudding cup. Her unawareness of traffic caused two cars to crash into each other. She noticed a man coming toward her with a big cross on his back, and another man behind him with a pistol in his hand. Nick heard him and pushed the girl aside and took a bullet in the shoulder. He didn't react until he tackled the man. The man fired shots off, nearly hitting the woman but Nick grabbed it and finished him off. He fell back, feeling faint from the bullet wound. The girl caught him before he blacked out