THREE MOTHERF***IN UPDATES IN ONE DAY=(D ==== Moustache smiley face. Italics are either Stan's dreams or thoughts.


Christmas dawn broke. The birds were chirping, the bells ringing, early morning elderly folk getting their early morning walk before all the youngsters came out to party at night. The most special holiday that Stan could remember. So many happy Christmases. Until after that fateful day.

"Honey we are just going out to the store do you want to come?"

"Sure mum!"

"Ok then get in the car"

Minutes are going by. We are almost there, just this one corner…

*CRASH*

"OH MY GOD!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I remember waking up too sirens, my arm. My arm was bleeding real badly. I was wrestled out of the car, laid on a stretcher, then I saw three black bags… No, not them surely. No! NO!

Stan woke up screaming. Sweat trickled down his forehead. Stan got up and looked at himself in the grimy, cracked bathroom mirror. He looked like shit. He washed him self with the water from the tap. It was so cool, refreshing. Once he had cleaned up he walked back to the sofa. After sitting on it staring into space he noticed the corner of something sticking out from underneath it. Curious, Stan leant down and picked up the mystery object. It was a leather diary. Protected by a simple, almost broke rubber band. Stan knew this to be his diary. He opened it and skipped along to the last entry. Just one day before the CIA found him. Stan decided it was time for this diary to be laid to rest. Stan picked up the pen which was also under the sofa and started to write his final entree.

I am a messenger of death. To me death can be compared to diamonds. On people like pimps they're so many diamond that it becomes and ugly disgusting feature. But in small amounts. Death, like diamonds, can become beautiful, more beautiful that they become more an amazing spectacle of wonder and amazement. Death can be such a beautiful this unless it is messily done as well, just like a diamond. Farewell my sweet diary, and may this one day fall into the hands of another…

Stan had just finished writing when he looked out the window. The glint of a sniper rifle shone back at him. The room practically exploded. The shot sent glass flying everywhere. Stan dived away from the line of fire and grabbed The Reaper off of the floor where he had dropped it to get a more comfortable sleep. Stan heard a voice curse and start to move closer. He stood up and went behind the corner of the house. He waited and listened intently for the sound of glass under foot and, soon enough he heard it. Stan sprang out and knocked his attacker too the ground. What surprised him the most was that the attacker then kicked him up and got into a very familiar stance. She (the attacker is female) sprang up and got into a standard L-stance with a knife hand guard. Stan laughed and mimicked the stance. Stan had done tae-kwon-do before and got to a black belt first dan before he quit. His attacker struck first with swift higher and lower side kicks. Stan parried the kicks with surprising difficulty and then retaliated with his own spinning high kick followed up with several jabs and a snap kick. The girl dodged the attacks and ran towards the wall where she did a two step up the wall and pushed of into a fast and lethal flying side kick. It would have been a killing move if Stan had not decided to play dirty and grabbed her leg and throw her against the wall. She landed on the sofa with blood spurting from her face. Stan grabbed The Reaper and walked up to the assassin.

"Who are you, and who do you work for." Said Stan using the sternest and most intimidating voice he could muster, this wasn't hard due to his scratchy voice. The girl was murmuring something over and over again.

"Speak up!"

The girl looked up at Stan and spat blood into his face.

"You killed my brother."


No more updates today. I will try and get them out every couple of days if not every day. I would look at the story about 9pm GMT because that is the latest I will post updates. Btw to TickTock1029 if you do study tae-kwon-doe then you will be able to imagine the fight scene much better than others! =P - DaAceOfGames