Here is the next chapter of the Gunslinger; I hope you will enjoy it. I
worked hard to try and move the story into the next phase.
-Bojack727
Chapter Four: Charlemagne's Wheel
Vincent entered the pharmacy to that Dr. Sortely had instructed him to go to get the special medicine that he had described. The quiet man stepped through the doorway and walked in. His presence quickly grabbing the attention of the Pharmacist at the counter. The man perked up at the sight of the tall man in the red cape, with the long black hair hanging down his back and framing the pale skin of his face and dark eyes.
The man looked at Vincent pensively, unsure of what to make of him. "Can I help you?" He asked slowly. "Yes, I need this filled." Vincent replied simply, handing him the folded piece of paper. The Pharmacist looked at it for a moment before his eyes became wide as he read the prescription. "Sellusarin, damn, you must be bad off!" He exclaimed. "Just a moment, I have to mix this stuff on the spot myself." He said as he stepped back into another room. Vincent took a seat as he waited. "Sorry to hold you up like this," The Pharmacist began. "The ingredients for this are pretty heavy stuff, made specifically for very, very sick people."
Unknown to Vincent, a man was looking at him from a not too great distance. The man soon straightened himself out and walked off
***
Kent mad his way the doors of the casino, passing under the sigh that read "Charlemagne's Wheel".
The whole placed was full of people, drinking at the bar and gambling at the many machines in the hall. It was then that he spotted a clean cut man with wavy brown hair and brown eyes. The man had on a burgundy vest and a pin-striped dress shirt with a black tie. Kent made his way over to him. "Um, Mr. Magnuson." He said, taking off his hat as he spoke. The man looked up at Kent. "Yes, what is it?" He asked as he oversaw the outcomes of his main attraction- his "Specialty Wheel". "I thought you might be interested to know that _Vincent Valentine_ is here." He said nervously. "You sure?" He asked calmly. "Yes sir, it was him, that outfit of his was unmistakable." He replied.
At the bar, a man in a blue jacket and a tan cowboy hat set his drink down. "Valentine."
"Vincent Valentine. this is certainly an unexpected surprise. We must send him an invitation to come pay us a visit." Mr. Magnuson said with a grin "What do you mean?" Kent asked. "What he means is that he wants to make a name for himself, that's what." Said a voice to their right. Magnuson and Kent looked over at the white haired man before them; he was holding a drink in his hands. Magnuson smiled. "Well, if it isn't Peter McClain, my favorite drunk, what brings you stumbling our way?" He asked with a smile. Pete growled as he sneered at Magnuson. "You little shit, you don't know who you're talking to; I'm a legend!" He exclaimed. "Careful, Charles." Said another man from the left said. Magnuson looked over at the other man with the shaved head and a scar on his right cheek. "No worries, Randy." Magnuson replied with a wave of his hand. He then turned back to Pete. "You're not a legend, you're a joke." He told him. Pete lost it and lunged at Magnuson, swinging his fist at him. But Magnuson simply caught his fist and stopped him in his tracks. Pete gasped as Magnuson's eyes began to glow a dark red color. Then, suddenly, a sphere of black light engulfed him and he felt tremendous pressure being exerted on him. He couldn't breath! "How do you like Demi-1, how bout a stronger dose. Demi-2!" Magnuson exclaimed as the force doubled against his body. Pete tried to scream, but the force against his larynx was too strong. "Another minute and your insides will be all punctured by your compacting rib cage!" He told him. "Charles! That's enough!" Exclaimed Randy. Then, Magnuson let go and the man dropped to the floor and didn't get back up. "There." He said. "Damnit Charles, you could've killed him." Randy complained. "I know what I'm doing." He replied. "Now get him out of here." He said, watching as the two men took Pete by the arms and dragged him out of the casino.
The man in the blue coat set his empty glass down and left the bar.
***
Vincent picked up the package with his medicine in it and paid the man; he then left the building and made his way back to the Boarding House. A tall skinny man with blond hair looked up at him and watched him go by. He smiled and grabbed another man by the shoulder. "What is it Silas?" The second man asked, he was shorter, with black hair and a mustache. "I just saw Vincent Valentine go by, Glen." He said pointed. "Shit, I think you're right?" Glen replied to Silas. "You know what this means?" Silas asked. "Yeah." He said, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth.
~End of Chapter Four~
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please read and review so that I know that I should make the next chapter.
Thanks.
-Bojack727
-Bojack727
Chapter Four: Charlemagne's Wheel
Vincent entered the pharmacy to that Dr. Sortely had instructed him to go to get the special medicine that he had described. The quiet man stepped through the doorway and walked in. His presence quickly grabbing the attention of the Pharmacist at the counter. The man perked up at the sight of the tall man in the red cape, with the long black hair hanging down his back and framing the pale skin of his face and dark eyes.
The man looked at Vincent pensively, unsure of what to make of him. "Can I help you?" He asked slowly. "Yes, I need this filled." Vincent replied simply, handing him the folded piece of paper. The Pharmacist looked at it for a moment before his eyes became wide as he read the prescription. "Sellusarin, damn, you must be bad off!" He exclaimed. "Just a moment, I have to mix this stuff on the spot myself." He said as he stepped back into another room. Vincent took a seat as he waited. "Sorry to hold you up like this," The Pharmacist began. "The ingredients for this are pretty heavy stuff, made specifically for very, very sick people."
Unknown to Vincent, a man was looking at him from a not too great distance. The man soon straightened himself out and walked off
***
Kent mad his way the doors of the casino, passing under the sigh that read "Charlemagne's Wheel".
The whole placed was full of people, drinking at the bar and gambling at the many machines in the hall. It was then that he spotted a clean cut man with wavy brown hair and brown eyes. The man had on a burgundy vest and a pin-striped dress shirt with a black tie. Kent made his way over to him. "Um, Mr. Magnuson." He said, taking off his hat as he spoke. The man looked up at Kent. "Yes, what is it?" He asked as he oversaw the outcomes of his main attraction- his "Specialty Wheel". "I thought you might be interested to know that _Vincent Valentine_ is here." He said nervously. "You sure?" He asked calmly. "Yes sir, it was him, that outfit of his was unmistakable." He replied.
At the bar, a man in a blue jacket and a tan cowboy hat set his drink down. "Valentine."
"Vincent Valentine. this is certainly an unexpected surprise. We must send him an invitation to come pay us a visit." Mr. Magnuson said with a grin "What do you mean?" Kent asked. "What he means is that he wants to make a name for himself, that's what." Said a voice to their right. Magnuson and Kent looked over at the white haired man before them; he was holding a drink in his hands. Magnuson smiled. "Well, if it isn't Peter McClain, my favorite drunk, what brings you stumbling our way?" He asked with a smile. Pete growled as he sneered at Magnuson. "You little shit, you don't know who you're talking to; I'm a legend!" He exclaimed. "Careful, Charles." Said another man from the left said. Magnuson looked over at the other man with the shaved head and a scar on his right cheek. "No worries, Randy." Magnuson replied with a wave of his hand. He then turned back to Pete. "You're not a legend, you're a joke." He told him. Pete lost it and lunged at Magnuson, swinging his fist at him. But Magnuson simply caught his fist and stopped him in his tracks. Pete gasped as Magnuson's eyes began to glow a dark red color. Then, suddenly, a sphere of black light engulfed him and he felt tremendous pressure being exerted on him. He couldn't breath! "How do you like Demi-1, how bout a stronger dose. Demi-2!" Magnuson exclaimed as the force doubled against his body. Pete tried to scream, but the force against his larynx was too strong. "Another minute and your insides will be all punctured by your compacting rib cage!" He told him. "Charles! That's enough!" Exclaimed Randy. Then, Magnuson let go and the man dropped to the floor and didn't get back up. "There." He said. "Damnit Charles, you could've killed him." Randy complained. "I know what I'm doing." He replied. "Now get him out of here." He said, watching as the two men took Pete by the arms and dragged him out of the casino.
The man in the blue coat set his empty glass down and left the bar.
***
Vincent picked up the package with his medicine in it and paid the man; he then left the building and made his way back to the Boarding House. A tall skinny man with blond hair looked up at him and watched him go by. He smiled and grabbed another man by the shoulder. "What is it Silas?" The second man asked, he was shorter, with black hair and a mustache. "I just saw Vincent Valentine go by, Glen." He said pointed. "Shit, I think you're right?" Glen replied to Silas. "You know what this means?" Silas asked. "Yeah." He said, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth.
~End of Chapter Four~
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please read and review so that I know that I should make the next chapter.
Thanks.
-Bojack727