I'm pretty certain I'm not the only one here who likes to write up an idea for story every now and again.
It just so happens that inspiration struck me sometime ago and ever since I've been trying to get what's in my head, written down on virtual paper.
I normally have a great difficulty with doing exactly that, it's no hardship creating things but it is a task for me to get it down.
So, if anyone of you wants to take the time, perhaps someone could point me in the right direction?
This is an idea I had, it's just a rough one at that.
A fairly well established bounty hunter has just made a kill, I was thinking this could be some kind of introduction but I don't know if it serves that purpose or not.
Thanks for looking.
It just so happens that inspiration struck me sometime ago and ever since I've been trying to get what's in my head, written down on virtual paper.
I normally have a great difficulty with doing exactly that, it's no hardship creating things but it is a task for me to get it down.
So, if anyone of you wants to take the time, perhaps someone could point me in the right direction?
This is an idea I had, it's just a rough one at that.
A fairly well established bounty hunter has just made a kill, I was thinking this could be some kind of introduction but I don't know if it serves that purpose or not.
?Mankind, is forever.
That's what we told ourselves when the sun burnt out over old Earth, the sky turned black for the last time.
The velvet blanket of our Mother Earth covered us, we cowered down below in fear as we looked up toward the stars and began to dream.
Like the helpless rabble we where, clawing our way back up the cliff, ignoring the sudden drop behind us and an almost inevitable fate.
One night the darkness went away, the sky burned amber as a thousand ships blazed into life on the surface, each a mother holding her children close to her. Carrying humanity from a dead planet and out into dead space.
We left breadcrumb trails of flaming energy behind us, as we crossed borders and boundaries in search of a new utopia.
Somewhere to come home, hang our hat and put our feet up.
It didn't take us long to find somewhere new to colonize, to spread over to infect.
Like a plague we grew, swarmed and covered the New Earth and began to consume once more.
Mankind, The Great Devourer.
Yet I find there is great irony in the fact that we can consume planets, we can outshine suns, we can tear across galaxies and yet, we're still very susceptible to ourselves.
Isn't that right, Mr Oran??
Slumped into a corner, a smoking bullet wound in his left leg, for once in his life Arthur Oran could feel fear.
His icy blue eyes where blurred with moisture as tears began to roll down his face, he was panicking but the gun barrel his lips where wrapped around silenced the worst of them.
His expensive suit had dropped in price, his crotch soiled through the terror.
He'd never been shot before, he'd never felt pain like this, hell he'd never been hunted down like an animal before.
He bit his own bottom lip in agony and looked up, looming over him was his capture, his bottle green eyes looking down on his victim like a wolf looks upon a deer before the kill, lustful and hungry.
There was sinister sneer on his face, Arthur could only imagine the nightmares that could be created by the hands of this man.
?So Arthur, any last words? It's a corny line I know but I gotta ask it?
The sneer shifted to a grin, as he pulled the gun from Arthur's mouth and placed the moist barrel on his forehead instead.
Arthur let out terrified murmuring, through tears and pain he managed to scrape himself enough courage to ask.
?Who the, the hell are you!??
The taste of metal filled Arthur's mouth again, saliva and powder residue mixing together.
?Have you ever heard of Peter and the Wolf, Mister Oran??
He waited for a second, but there would be no nod or any sort of answer forth coming, there never was.
They just cowered there, helpless and alone as he came along to cash in.
?I am Peter's Mercy?
He smiled, as he pulled back the gun from Mister Oran's mouth once more, his lips free once more Arthur sighed, then he screamed.
He grabbed at his arm, blood was staining his suit, bleeding through the exotic fibres.
?I am Peter's wrath?
Another bullet left the chamber and into Arthur's leg, he was screaming more now, blood curdling final screams.
He wouldn't listen though, he didn't care about this one or any of them. They where all the same and they all deserved it, every last one of them.
?I am Peter's vengeance?
He pulled the trigger, again and again emptying bullets in the former body of Mister A. Oran, his body spasms under the gun fire, there was no breath in it anymore but still he kept firing until there was no more to fire.
The last gun shot rang out, there was nothing but a deathly silence in the room now after the echos had drifted into the ether.
He holstered the gun and knelt down in front of the lifeless corpse, blood soaked his pants and covered his hands as he grabbed hold of Arthur's hand.
Take a knife from his boot, he spun it lightly in his fingers first before he cut off Arthur's ring finger.
?It's a shame Mister Oran, mankind might be forever but we can never live with ourselves?
That's what we told ourselves when the sun burnt out over old Earth, the sky turned black for the last time.
The velvet blanket of our Mother Earth covered us, we cowered down below in fear as we looked up toward the stars and began to dream.
Like the helpless rabble we where, clawing our way back up the cliff, ignoring the sudden drop behind us and an almost inevitable fate.
One night the darkness went away, the sky burned amber as a thousand ships blazed into life on the surface, each a mother holding her children close to her. Carrying humanity from a dead planet and out into dead space.
We left breadcrumb trails of flaming energy behind us, as we crossed borders and boundaries in search of a new utopia.
Somewhere to come home, hang our hat and put our feet up.
It didn't take us long to find somewhere new to colonize, to spread over to infect.
Like a plague we grew, swarmed and covered the New Earth and began to consume once more.
Mankind, The Great Devourer.
Yet I find there is great irony in the fact that we can consume planets, we can outshine suns, we can tear across galaxies and yet, we're still very susceptible to ourselves.
Isn't that right, Mr Oran??
Slumped into a corner, a smoking bullet wound in his left leg, for once in his life Arthur Oran could feel fear.
His icy blue eyes where blurred with moisture as tears began to roll down his face, he was panicking but the gun barrel his lips where wrapped around silenced the worst of them.
His expensive suit had dropped in price, his crotch soiled through the terror.
He'd never been shot before, he'd never felt pain like this, hell he'd never been hunted down like an animal before.
He bit his own bottom lip in agony and looked up, looming over him was his capture, his bottle green eyes looking down on his victim like a wolf looks upon a deer before the kill, lustful and hungry.
There was sinister sneer on his face, Arthur could only imagine the nightmares that could be created by the hands of this man.
?So Arthur, any last words? It's a corny line I know but I gotta ask it?
The sneer shifted to a grin, as he pulled the gun from Arthur's mouth and placed the moist barrel on his forehead instead.
Arthur let out terrified murmuring, through tears and pain he managed to scrape himself enough courage to ask.
?Who the, the hell are you!??
The taste of metal filled Arthur's mouth again, saliva and powder residue mixing together.
?Have you ever heard of Peter and the Wolf, Mister Oran??
He waited for a second, but there would be no nod or any sort of answer forth coming, there never was.
They just cowered there, helpless and alone as he came along to cash in.
?I am Peter's Mercy?
He smiled, as he pulled back the gun from Mister Oran's mouth once more, his lips free once more Arthur sighed, then he screamed.
He grabbed at his arm, blood was staining his suit, bleeding through the exotic fibres.
?I am Peter's wrath?
Another bullet left the chamber and into Arthur's leg, he was screaming more now, blood curdling final screams.
He wouldn't listen though, he didn't care about this one or any of them. They where all the same and they all deserved it, every last one of them.
?I am Peter's vengeance?
He pulled the trigger, again and again emptying bullets in the former body of Mister A. Oran, his body spasms under the gun fire, there was no breath in it anymore but still he kept firing until there was no more to fire.
The last gun shot rang out, there was nothing but a deathly silence in the room now after the echos had drifted into the ether.
He holstered the gun and knelt down in front of the lifeless corpse, blood soaked his pants and covered his hands as he grabbed hold of Arthur's hand.
Take a knife from his boot, he spun it lightly in his fingers first before he cut off Arthur's ring finger.
?It's a shame Mister Oran, mankind might be forever but we can never live with ourselves?
Thanks for looking.
