The Burning

[Lion Tamer]

we want more.....

[Dammitt]

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Dammitt

[Bitter 'Lil MoFo]

Okay, bare withe me hear. I'm a friend of Chrissy, and I generally post at her board. I've posted here once or twice, but nothing major. I first posted this work-in-progress at her board, and she (and her friends) seemed to like it. I figure, I'll post it here now and see what you think. Here's the first part.

In the early hours of a Sunday morning, in a deserted parking lot just inside the town of Independance, Missouri, a man stood steeped in shadows. He was leaning against the trunk of a black Infinity, his head steeped, a lit ciggarette in one hand. His car was parked in the back corner of the lot. The street lights were placed in such a way that the only light reaching towards him was that from a red neon sign--and even this fell nearly 2 feet towards his left.

The man had entered this town nearly 3 hours earlier, searching for another man who even now (he believed) was just inside this bar. The man in the parking lot had been searching for this other man for quite a long time.

The other man had something the man in the parking lot wanted. Badly.

With a flick of his wrist, the man in the parking lot sent the ciggarette flying several feet, to land in a flurry of sparks on the cement. Suddenly, a chill breeze flew up close to the ground. The cherry of the cigarette flared up brightly for a moment, then went dark. The man watched this for several moments, then stood up and walked towards the building.

As he passed into the red light, he paused for a moment, lifting his head towards the night sky. In the bloody glow of the neon light his features were clear for a moment. He had full, puffy dark brown hair, and bushy eyebrows of the same color. His face was slightly pudgy, with a broad nose and a wide mouth seeming somehow to full of teeth.

The feature that caught the most attention were the eyes. They were a light blue--so light as to be almost grey. Deep within these eyes was a slight tinge of green and a circle of gold. The eyes were large-slightly to large for his face--and extraordinarly clear, even in this red light. They were the kind of eyes that could see right through you.


Over all, it was a cute face, handsome in it's own way--if not something you'd find on a movie star.

Also revealed in this peculiar light were the mans clothing. Although the color was hard to tell--in the light of the sign everything seemed red--the clothes themselves were obvious, although rather nondescript. He was wearing cheap generic sneakers, an old pair of faded jeans, a t-shit, and a leather jacket. From his neck dangeled a necklace--some type of pendant,
depicting a dragon holding a red stone in it's claws.

Still looking up at the night sky, the man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. Then he opened his eyes and whispered "He's here, isn't he? I can smell him." His voice was soft and relativly deep. He spoke with a slight accent that was hard to identify. Then he moved forward, opened
the door, and entered the bar.

[Bitter 'Lil MoFo]

The first thing he noticed was the bar itself. Four dingy brick walls, a few
dirty tables, and a filthy counter agaisnt the far wall. A single bank of
flourescent lights, half burned out, threw the bar into a strange mixture of
light and shadow. The few patron's in the bar left when the man entered,
seeing the look in his eyes.

The man immediately saw who he was looking for. The man he'd been hunting was sitting at the bar counter, his narrow shoulders hunched low, his dirty blond hair a shaggy mess. He was wearing black jean's and a black
overcoat.

Softly, the man from the parking lot whispered "At last I have found
you....Propeus the Fallen."

The effect on the man at the bar was no less than amazing. He sat bolt upright, and clenched his had so hard the glass shattered. Slowly, he turned around and looked at the man from the parking lot.

"I knew I'd find you eventually." the man from the lot said. "It was only
a matter of time. You couldn't run forever."

Propeus just stared at him for a moment, his shoulder's slumped. Then he whispered "I was hoping to put it off for at least another year, Jugan."

The man from the lot shook his head at that name. "The Presence....The Evil One....I have went by many names in many times. Once I
was known by that absurd name. Here, I am known as Michael."

Propeus chuckled sourly at this. "You never got over you defeat, did you....Michael?"

Michael smiled broadly...but the smile never touched his eyes. The deceptively soft, cute face was no longer in the least attractive--it was far to hard. And deep in his eyes was a look of pure hatred.

"He cheated, you know." Michael replied. "He had the power of you-know-who behind him. If I ever get the little bastard alone, he wouldn't survive the night."

Michael slowly approached Propeus, seeming to drift towards the bar. When he was only a couple feet away, he suddenly reached out with blinding speed. Michael's chubby finger's closed around Propeus's throat in an iron grip, and lifted. The slightly pudgy arm's suddenly bulged with muscles as
Michael effortlessly lifted the large man in the air.

"Where is it?" Michael asked, bringing his face a mere inches from Propeus's own. "Where's the fucking Grail?"

Propeus--his feet dangling, eyes bulging--grappled behind him for something--anything--to grab onto and use. His hand's closed on a half-full beer bottle. His eye's sparkling with renewed hope, Propeus managed to
choke out "Have a drink, you stinking bastard" before he cracked the bottle
against Michael's head as hard as he could, then stabbed the wickedly jagged
neck into Michael's throat.

[Coke Cans]

You already KNOW I love this.