Post by §§}Lemon on May 1, 2010 9:06:26 GMT -8
The Battle of Hastings
I am 20 years old in the year 1555. My name is Certeus. This is a bad time, war has threatened to plague us for years and now it has finally come. A lot of the people chosen I knew or knew of, half were from my town, the other I had heard about. I didn’t approve of this war, it was despicable. It started over the stupidest reason. King Mandelbrot had an affair with King Cabri’s wife Queen Governance. Now personally I think the king needn’t have done this for he has many women in his own kingdom. But I shouldn’t be speaking of this for this is treason.
I was strolling through town when an official came up to me “You boy!” he yelled
“Yes?” I stammered in reply wondering what I had done.
“The king has ordered all men above the age of eighteen must be drafted to join Surds army!”
“And why is this, my lord”
“We are in need of more troops! So says the king!”
“I will head there now my lord, let me gather up supplies”
“No need for that boy! You get special transportation today my boy!”
“Many thanks sir!”
“No thanks necessary boy! Just head on over to the Town Square.
“Yes sir!”
I head to the Town Square to find around thirty or forty carriages with all of about five hundred men waiting to board all eagerly awaiting their fates. I board a carriage and as soon as the doors close it speeds off into the woods. I hear a howl in the distance. I shudder thinking of what beast it could be, when suddenly the carriage rolls over and the windows shatter. Dust rises all around me. I see a pair of yellow eyes glowering from the depths of the dust. I pull out my knife thankful that I have bought it with me. I swipe at the hound with the knife. It growls and snaps at my arm hungrily. I figure that will not work, I have an idea! I throw my knife, I was always an exceptional knife thrower.
It was lucky that I had some training with a sword some years back for a birthday present with the kingdoms finest swordsman, Sir Forthwind Dewinter. He was a good swordsman who taught me all his tricks. I practiced hour upon hour, day by day until I was his star pupil. He had personally given me a sword but I am sad to say I lost it in an attack in which I could have lost my life. For that reason I am grateful for the sword, without it my life would definitely had been lost.
In this barren wilderness I feel alone, all alone. No company besides this stupid horse that doesn’t do anything except release my burden of walking, so I should be glad for it. I need food, "word meant to be here" that stupid official, telling me I wont need supplies, "word meant to be here" him to the darkest pits of hell. I need food I have been riding for a day now, I am starving, I need food, water. I wish I was never drafted into this stupid stupid army! "word meant to be here" the king, send him to the deepest pits of hell too. Why couldn’t he sleep with his own women, he had to sleep with Queen Governance. Stupid man, I don’t care about treason anymore, my word shall be spoken! I don’t care that no one can hear me, though it is a curse and a blessing at the same time.
Another day has passed, still im riding. My hind quarters are hurting from sitting on this blasted horse. Wait, the horse! I could use the horse for food! I wouldn’t have transportation, at least an easy method, but I would have food and energy. I plan out how I will kill it.
The horses head perks up, it smells something, and could it be? Water! I see it now! Sweet, sweet water! An idea pops into my head. I will let the horse drink. Then I will fill my canteens, and then I will kill the horse. I will finally have sustenance after what seemed so long.
I am walking along the path when I hear shouts and cries up ahead, I finally made it! I run the rest of the way straight to the generals tent “Sir! Sir! I have some terrible news!”
“What is it boy, I’m busy.”
“The carriages sending in the re-enforcements were attacked by ravenous wolves!”
“This is indeed terrible news. Go and get some rest boy you look like you need it.”
“Thanks you sir!”
I head to an area with an empty tent and see that all my things were already set up. I think about this for a second until I see the set of armour and weapons on display. I stand there in awe just studying the armour thinking of how great it would be to wear it. I pull the shield down from the wall and test its weight, it isn’t too heavy but it is heavy enough to make my movements slower than they normally would.
A few days later whilst we were waiting, I get called into the general’s tent. On the way I think about the reasons for getting called into the general’s tent. “I bet you would like to know why I’m calling you into my tent” he says
“Yes sir!”
“Well the king has rescinded his order to order all young men into battle, you may go home boy!”
“Many thanks sir! I will gather my supplies and head on home!”
“Yes boy, you are dismissed”
“Thank you sir, very much so”
I go to my tent and gather my supplies, it only takes ten minutes, I think about taking the armour, but leave it and only take the bow, arrows, sword and shield. I head on to the stables to get another horse, I don’t think I shall eat it this time since I have more food.
I arrive home some three days later, my house smells as though it has been cleaned. I can smell the oak, mahogany and yew. I hear something fall to the ground, I draw my sword and walk slowly into the room. “Who are you and what are you here for!?”
“I am Lady Gwen, I was sent to keep your house by the king.”
“I see, well I am Certeus, pleased to meet you malady.”
“And you too sir.”
“You may leave now”
“Yes sir”
I lay in my bed thinking about the past weeks events, horrified at the acts I have committed. I am horrified, I never thought I would have to do anything like I did.
I am glad that I have escaped the fate of killing other men, even if I do not know them or if they are my enemies. I never wish to kill another man, the army is horrible and this world is horrible. I hate it, I wish I didn’t live in these times where killing another man was okay.
I awake in a cold sweat the next day. I had a nightmare, they have plagued me for the past year I hate them and they are always over stupid things. This one for example, was about a pack of hungry wolf-men chasing me down to eat me. I do not know what creature these were made from, but I do know they scared the living daylights out of me!
I move outside onto the veranda leaning on the rail. I have a wonderful view of the castle and the woods surrounding it, I have an idea. I get a canvas, some paintbrushes and some paint and start painting the scene before my eyes. It takes my mind off of the nightmares because when I paint its like nothing else exists. I am just finishing up when I hear a trumpet sound, I rush to the castle and wonder what it could be.
“My people, hear me! I have foreboding news! The enemy are attacking our troops in the plains of serif! We must remain strong! We need to raise the troop’s morals! Hear me people of Surd! Do your part! That is all.”
I walk of stomping through gardens kicking trees and statues at this news, I could do something. Maybe, just maybe. Yes! I shall do that! I gather my things including my newly acquired weapons and shield, run to my horse and jump onto its back. I make it go slow for the first few leagues then I speed it up to a gallop, making the journey faster.
A few hours into the journey I come to a fork in the road. Not sure which way to go I sit there wondering, until I hear a shout. Not caring about direction I dig me feet into the horses flank and draw my bow and an arrow, galloping down the path.
I find myself seeing two bandits pulling and threatening to kill a very rich looking merchant. “Stop! Heathens! Be gone!”
“And why should we do this, buddy? There are two of us and one of you! I think we have a good chance of winning!”
“Your choice.”
I release my arrow sending it flying an inch above the mans forehead. The other bandit brandishes his cutlass my way and charges, I quickly unsheathe my sword and parry his blow just in time. I try an overhead blow but he parries it, the other bandit is behind me about to strike when I spin around sword arm extended and cut his head from his body. I spin around to the other bandit just in time to block a side cut. I slash back 5 times in quick succession trying to lower his defences. I try another overhead blow which again, fails. This time I swipe another 3 times from side to side, left, right, left and quickly go in for an uppercut with my fist, sending him flying to the ground. “Do you wish to end up the same as your friend?” He shakes his head, trembling. “Then leave this place and never come back!” I turn to leave and I hear him getting to his feet, I have a feeling, a sneaking suspicion. I turn around as quick as I can, I was right. He has his cutlass in hand and was slowly advancing stopping as I turned. “Just as I thought!” I pull out my knife and throw it hilt first into his nose, which sends him flying to the ground one more knocking him unconscious. I turn to the merchant who has been watching the scene with great wide eyes. “Do you need anything else?”
“N-no I just want to go home now.”
“I will leave you to be on your way”
I turn and gather my horse when I hear a clinking sound from the ground, I wait until the merchant has gone and turn. I see a bag of money sitting on the ground. I can only wonder why the man has payed me for my good deed but I pick it up anyway not wanting to leave it sitting there unwanted. I counted the money. There was a lot there a whole one hundred coins for defeating just two silly men who didn’t know any real swordsmanship. I head along the road, hoping it is the right way and I have not been led afoul or my journeys path.
5 more leagues down the road, I come to a dead end. I turn the horse around and dig my legs hard into the horses flank. I decide my horse needs a name, a name that is courageous and fearful, a name like, Draktonian. People will fear me, me and my horse! For we will smite the army of Stonegate!
I am back at thee crossroads, now knowing which way to go I take the right path, making Draktonian gallop faster than ever. I need to make up the lost time. Stupid bandits. If I ever see the one I let live again his fate will not be the same, I will not let him live free of my wrath if it means my kingdom shall suffer.
The scenery on this path is beautiful, I wish I could stop and paint but I have a mission I must complete. The trees are a luscious green and the sky is a very clear blue. The surrounding flowers are a range of colours varying from red to even the brightest yellow.
I am still riding when I see a faint glare on the horizon. I know it is not the sun rising because the sun will not be rising for another three or four hours now. I ride towards the glare at full speed, hoping to find out what this means.
I arrive at a terrible scene, a town burning to the ground people screaming. Fleeing, and burning alive. I travel slowly through when I come to a burning house I hear screaming from. I rush in and find 3 little children just standing in the middle of the room “Mister, mister! Can you please help us get out of here?”
“Yes, come here!” They run over to me and I pick them up one on my shoulders and two in my arms. I run under a flaming beam, threatening to fall. I see the door has shut so I try kicking it softly, it doesn’t work. I put the children down and try the handle. Locked. ”Blast!! Wait here children.” I go up the stairs looking for something to attack the door with, since I left all my weapons outside, when I hear something crash. I rush back down the stairs finding the door open and a masked man grabbing the children. I run after the man, fearing for the children’s lives. He turns into an alleyway, it’s a dead end.
This one I haven't quite finished yet. There are holes in the story I have deleted to make room for change and stuff, so if it starts to confuse you just ask me what was supposed to happen. I chose to write this one of free will, one day in class I started writing. Wrote the rest of the day. Hope you enjoy!
The Cruise Ship Killer
One fine Saturday morning a couple decided to go on the best luxury cruise they could afford, around the world. Little did they know the cruise would change their lives forever…!
While they were packing for the cruise, they had some trouble. For starters they were having problems fitting everything in their suitcases. Inspiration struck, their friend Jack had some spare suitcases and would surely lend them one or two. When he arrived he asked if he was able to join them. Tim and Heather gladly said yes and invited him to come along. Jack went back to his place to get some more suitcases and pack his things for the cruise.
In a dank smelly room below deck there was an estranged man…a psycho killer!! He had a plan…a plan to eliminate all the cruise passengers…one...by...one...!
The couple were relaxing on deck while jack was off wandering around the ship when they heard a scream from someone below. They ran to investigate the origin of the scream when they bumped into a very strange quiet man who just kept walking.
When the couple arrived below deck they found someone face down in a pool of their own blood. The captain rolled the body over and the couple gasped…It Was Jack!!!
The couple were so upset that they ran straight back to their room and just cried over the loss of a great friend.
Little did heather know Tim was thinking of revenge...revenge on the killer! Unbeknownst to heather, Tim had bought a gun on the ship because Tim lived a secret life…He was a secret agent for mi6!!!
Tim suddenly got up “where are you going?” heather asked curiously
“Out.” Tim replied vehemently
“Oh…ok.”Heather replied sadly
Tim went back to the scene of Jacks murder he had snuck out his secret agent tools in the hope of getting the killers DNA. He searched as hard as he could when suddenly he heard footsteps. Quickly he ran behind cover just in time to be hidden from sight from…The Killer!
“Hello again my friend.” the killer mumbled to himself, though the corpse couldn’t reply he kept on talking while jack was watching angrily.
The killer began cutting up the body piece by piece. He then started putting the pieces in separate suitcases after wrapping them in plastic. Tim stood quietly watching the killer, feeling helpless, unable to do anything through fear for his own life and that of his wife’s. Tim had no choice but to wait, he needed more evidence to be found by the captain or someone on board.
Tim got back to the room and heather was asleep so he kissed her on the forehead and lied down. He lay there thinking about the nights events, wondering what he could do to catch the killer before anymore of the passengers died of the same fate as his friend jack.
Tim was laying there thinking when suddenly the ship lurched and he fell out of the bed, luckily only he had fallen and not heather. He was wondering what it was when the door to his room creaked open slowly, Tim pulled out his gun pointed it at the door and whispered “whoever you are you better leave now”
A voice replied “the quick flying birds fly low over the warm horizon”
To which Tim knew to reply “the toothless tiger rules the restless jungle, it’s you agent Ray”
“Yes it’s me didn’t you get my communiqué?”
“No I didn’t when did you send this?”
“Around 1500 hours”
“Oh…that’s why…I was still busy”
“Yes, well we heard about the murder and they sent me to help investigate and take down the killer”
“Well we had better get going then hadn’t we?”
“Yes I guess we should”
So they went to hide out and find the killer, Tim took the above deck Ray took below. Ray had it easy there were a lot of obstacles for him to hide behind but Tim had no cover at all. They didn’t expect the killer to strike again tonight but they waited anyway just in case.
They were in luck the killer couldn’t suppress his need to kill. he snuck above deck into one of the cabins…Heather and Tim’s cabin! Tim had seen him go in the direction of the cabins so he followed, gun out and aimed at the killer. He noticed what cabin the killer went into and charged him down.
He crashed into the killer breaking an arm on impact. The killer cried out in pain as the knife sliced deep into his hand as he fell. The killer blindly lashed out with punches just hoping for an impact, he impacted to Tim’s face once and his stomach twice but before he could hit once more Tim bought out his gun and shot him square between the eyes.
“How ironic…the killer…got killed” Tim spat at the killers corpse which was slowly bleeding and covering the deck in crimson red. Ray had heard the shot and had come running up to the deck screaming “TIM, TIM, ARE YOU OKAY?!”
“Yes I'm fine.” Tim yelled back
“Oh good, wen I heard that gunshot I thought that”-
“Thought that I got shot?” Tim finished “no I didn’t you don’t have to worry”
“Good…good, I would hate to see you dead”
“I know and I would feel the same way about you”
“well I guess we better clean this up”
“Yes we'd better”
So they got cleaning, it took around 2 hours but it was the dead of night so no one came along to find them cleaning up a dead body…they didn’t need another dead body on their hands. Once they had finished Tim was very tired so he went into the cabin but accidentally woke Heather up. “Why are you all covered in blood?!” she cried out.
“Uhh...Well...Heather…I have something to tell you…I’m...a secret agent.”
This one was a class assignment. I got a fairly high grade for it. Give me opinions, etc. I don't have much to say about this one since it isn't half finished or anything.
I am 20 years old in the year 1555. My name is Certeus. This is a bad time, war has threatened to plague us for years and now it has finally come. A lot of the people chosen I knew or knew of, half were from my town, the other I had heard about. I didn’t approve of this war, it was despicable. It started over the stupidest reason. King Mandelbrot had an affair with King Cabri’s wife Queen Governance. Now personally I think the king needn’t have done this for he has many women in his own kingdom. But I shouldn’t be speaking of this for this is treason.
I was strolling through town when an official came up to me “You boy!” he yelled
“Yes?” I stammered in reply wondering what I had done.
“The king has ordered all men above the age of eighteen must be drafted to join Surds army!”
“And why is this, my lord”
“We are in need of more troops! So says the king!”
“I will head there now my lord, let me gather up supplies”
“No need for that boy! You get special transportation today my boy!”
“Many thanks sir!”
“No thanks necessary boy! Just head on over to the Town Square.
“Yes sir!”
I head to the Town Square to find around thirty or forty carriages with all of about five hundred men waiting to board all eagerly awaiting their fates. I board a carriage and as soon as the doors close it speeds off into the woods. I hear a howl in the distance. I shudder thinking of what beast it could be, when suddenly the carriage rolls over and the windows shatter. Dust rises all around me. I see a pair of yellow eyes glowering from the depths of the dust. I pull out my knife thankful that I have bought it with me. I swipe at the hound with the knife. It growls and snaps at my arm hungrily. I figure that will not work, I have an idea! I throw my knife, I was always an exceptional knife thrower.
It was lucky that I had some training with a sword some years back for a birthday present with the kingdoms finest swordsman, Sir Forthwind Dewinter. He was a good swordsman who taught me all his tricks. I practiced hour upon hour, day by day until I was his star pupil. He had personally given me a sword but I am sad to say I lost it in an attack in which I could have lost my life. For that reason I am grateful for the sword, without it my life would definitely had been lost.
In this barren wilderness I feel alone, all alone. No company besides this stupid horse that doesn’t do anything except release my burden of walking, so I should be glad for it. I need food, "word meant to be here" that stupid official, telling me I wont need supplies, "word meant to be here" him to the darkest pits of hell. I need food I have been riding for a day now, I am starving, I need food, water. I wish I was never drafted into this stupid stupid army! "word meant to be here" the king, send him to the deepest pits of hell too. Why couldn’t he sleep with his own women, he had to sleep with Queen Governance. Stupid man, I don’t care about treason anymore, my word shall be spoken! I don’t care that no one can hear me, though it is a curse and a blessing at the same time.
Another day has passed, still im riding. My hind quarters are hurting from sitting on this blasted horse. Wait, the horse! I could use the horse for food! I wouldn’t have transportation, at least an easy method, but I would have food and energy. I plan out how I will kill it.
The horses head perks up, it smells something, and could it be? Water! I see it now! Sweet, sweet water! An idea pops into my head. I will let the horse drink. Then I will fill my canteens, and then I will kill the horse. I will finally have sustenance after what seemed so long.
I am walking along the path when I hear shouts and cries up ahead, I finally made it! I run the rest of the way straight to the generals tent “Sir! Sir! I have some terrible news!”
“What is it boy, I’m busy.”
“The carriages sending in the re-enforcements were attacked by ravenous wolves!”
“This is indeed terrible news. Go and get some rest boy you look like you need it.”
“Thanks you sir!”
I head to an area with an empty tent and see that all my things were already set up. I think about this for a second until I see the set of armour and weapons on display. I stand there in awe just studying the armour thinking of how great it would be to wear it. I pull the shield down from the wall and test its weight, it isn’t too heavy but it is heavy enough to make my movements slower than they normally would.
A few days later whilst we were waiting, I get called into the general’s tent. On the way I think about the reasons for getting called into the general’s tent. “I bet you would like to know why I’m calling you into my tent” he says
“Yes sir!”
“Well the king has rescinded his order to order all young men into battle, you may go home boy!”
“Many thanks sir! I will gather my supplies and head on home!”
“Yes boy, you are dismissed”
“Thank you sir, very much so”
I go to my tent and gather my supplies, it only takes ten minutes, I think about taking the armour, but leave it and only take the bow, arrows, sword and shield. I head on to the stables to get another horse, I don’t think I shall eat it this time since I have more food.
I arrive home some three days later, my house smells as though it has been cleaned. I can smell the oak, mahogany and yew. I hear something fall to the ground, I draw my sword and walk slowly into the room. “Who are you and what are you here for!?”
“I am Lady Gwen, I was sent to keep your house by the king.”
“I see, well I am Certeus, pleased to meet you malady.”
“And you too sir.”
“You may leave now”
“Yes sir”
I lay in my bed thinking about the past weeks events, horrified at the acts I have committed. I am horrified, I never thought I would have to do anything like I did.
I am glad that I have escaped the fate of killing other men, even if I do not know them or if they are my enemies. I never wish to kill another man, the army is horrible and this world is horrible. I hate it, I wish I didn’t live in these times where killing another man was okay.
I awake in a cold sweat the next day. I had a nightmare, they have plagued me for the past year I hate them and they are always over stupid things. This one for example, was about a pack of hungry wolf-men chasing me down to eat me. I do not know what creature these were made from, but I do know they scared the living daylights out of me!
I move outside onto the veranda leaning on the rail. I have a wonderful view of the castle and the woods surrounding it, I have an idea. I get a canvas, some paintbrushes and some paint and start painting the scene before my eyes. It takes my mind off of the nightmares because when I paint its like nothing else exists. I am just finishing up when I hear a trumpet sound, I rush to the castle and wonder what it could be.
“My people, hear me! I have foreboding news! The enemy are attacking our troops in the plains of serif! We must remain strong! We need to raise the troop’s morals! Hear me people of Surd! Do your part! That is all.”
I walk of stomping through gardens kicking trees and statues at this news, I could do something. Maybe, just maybe. Yes! I shall do that! I gather my things including my newly acquired weapons and shield, run to my horse and jump onto its back. I make it go slow for the first few leagues then I speed it up to a gallop, making the journey faster.
A few hours into the journey I come to a fork in the road. Not sure which way to go I sit there wondering, until I hear a shout. Not caring about direction I dig me feet into the horses flank and draw my bow and an arrow, galloping down the path.
I find myself seeing two bandits pulling and threatening to kill a very rich looking merchant. “Stop! Heathens! Be gone!”
“And why should we do this, buddy? There are two of us and one of you! I think we have a good chance of winning!”
“Your choice.”
I release my arrow sending it flying an inch above the mans forehead. The other bandit brandishes his cutlass my way and charges, I quickly unsheathe my sword and parry his blow just in time. I try an overhead blow but he parries it, the other bandit is behind me about to strike when I spin around sword arm extended and cut his head from his body. I spin around to the other bandit just in time to block a side cut. I slash back 5 times in quick succession trying to lower his defences. I try another overhead blow which again, fails. This time I swipe another 3 times from side to side, left, right, left and quickly go in for an uppercut with my fist, sending him flying to the ground. “Do you wish to end up the same as your friend?” He shakes his head, trembling. “Then leave this place and never come back!” I turn to leave and I hear him getting to his feet, I have a feeling, a sneaking suspicion. I turn around as quick as I can, I was right. He has his cutlass in hand and was slowly advancing stopping as I turned. “Just as I thought!” I pull out my knife and throw it hilt first into his nose, which sends him flying to the ground one more knocking him unconscious. I turn to the merchant who has been watching the scene with great wide eyes. “Do you need anything else?”
“N-no I just want to go home now.”
“I will leave you to be on your way”
I turn and gather my horse when I hear a clinking sound from the ground, I wait until the merchant has gone and turn. I see a bag of money sitting on the ground. I can only wonder why the man has payed me for my good deed but I pick it up anyway not wanting to leave it sitting there unwanted. I counted the money. There was a lot there a whole one hundred coins for defeating just two silly men who didn’t know any real swordsmanship. I head along the road, hoping it is the right way and I have not been led afoul or my journeys path.
5 more leagues down the road, I come to a dead end. I turn the horse around and dig my legs hard into the horses flank. I decide my horse needs a name, a name that is courageous and fearful, a name like, Draktonian. People will fear me, me and my horse! For we will smite the army of Stonegate!
I am back at thee crossroads, now knowing which way to go I take the right path, making Draktonian gallop faster than ever. I need to make up the lost time. Stupid bandits. If I ever see the one I let live again his fate will not be the same, I will not let him live free of my wrath if it means my kingdom shall suffer.
The scenery on this path is beautiful, I wish I could stop and paint but I have a mission I must complete. The trees are a luscious green and the sky is a very clear blue. The surrounding flowers are a range of colours varying from red to even the brightest yellow.
I am still riding when I see a faint glare on the horizon. I know it is not the sun rising because the sun will not be rising for another three or four hours now. I ride towards the glare at full speed, hoping to find out what this means.
I arrive at a terrible scene, a town burning to the ground people screaming. Fleeing, and burning alive. I travel slowly through when I come to a burning house I hear screaming from. I rush in and find 3 little children just standing in the middle of the room “Mister, mister! Can you please help us get out of here?”
“Yes, come here!” They run over to me and I pick them up one on my shoulders and two in my arms. I run under a flaming beam, threatening to fall. I see the door has shut so I try kicking it softly, it doesn’t work. I put the children down and try the handle. Locked. ”Blast!! Wait here children.” I go up the stairs looking for something to attack the door with, since I left all my weapons outside, when I hear something crash. I rush back down the stairs finding the door open and a masked man grabbing the children. I run after the man, fearing for the children’s lives. He turns into an alleyway, it’s a dead end.
This one I haven't quite finished yet. There are holes in the story I have deleted to make room for change and stuff, so if it starts to confuse you just ask me what was supposed to happen. I chose to write this one of free will, one day in class I started writing. Wrote the rest of the day. Hope you enjoy!
The Cruise Ship Killer
One fine Saturday morning a couple decided to go on the best luxury cruise they could afford, around the world. Little did they know the cruise would change their lives forever…!
While they were packing for the cruise, they had some trouble. For starters they were having problems fitting everything in their suitcases. Inspiration struck, their friend Jack had some spare suitcases and would surely lend them one or two. When he arrived he asked if he was able to join them. Tim and Heather gladly said yes and invited him to come along. Jack went back to his place to get some more suitcases and pack his things for the cruise.
In a dank smelly room below deck there was an estranged man…a psycho killer!! He had a plan…a plan to eliminate all the cruise passengers…one...by...one...!
The couple were relaxing on deck while jack was off wandering around the ship when they heard a scream from someone below. They ran to investigate the origin of the scream when they bumped into a very strange quiet man who just kept walking.
When the couple arrived below deck they found someone face down in a pool of their own blood. The captain rolled the body over and the couple gasped…It Was Jack!!!
The couple were so upset that they ran straight back to their room and just cried over the loss of a great friend.
Little did heather know Tim was thinking of revenge...revenge on the killer! Unbeknownst to heather, Tim had bought a gun on the ship because Tim lived a secret life…He was a secret agent for mi6!!!
Tim suddenly got up “where are you going?” heather asked curiously
“Out.” Tim replied vehemently
“Oh…ok.”Heather replied sadly
Tim went back to the scene of Jacks murder he had snuck out his secret agent tools in the hope of getting the killers DNA. He searched as hard as he could when suddenly he heard footsteps. Quickly he ran behind cover just in time to be hidden from sight from…The Killer!
“Hello again my friend.” the killer mumbled to himself, though the corpse couldn’t reply he kept on talking while jack was watching angrily.
The killer began cutting up the body piece by piece. He then started putting the pieces in separate suitcases after wrapping them in plastic. Tim stood quietly watching the killer, feeling helpless, unable to do anything through fear for his own life and that of his wife’s. Tim had no choice but to wait, he needed more evidence to be found by the captain or someone on board.
Tim got back to the room and heather was asleep so he kissed her on the forehead and lied down. He lay there thinking about the nights events, wondering what he could do to catch the killer before anymore of the passengers died of the same fate as his friend jack.
Tim was laying there thinking when suddenly the ship lurched and he fell out of the bed, luckily only he had fallen and not heather. He was wondering what it was when the door to his room creaked open slowly, Tim pulled out his gun pointed it at the door and whispered “whoever you are you better leave now”
A voice replied “the quick flying birds fly low over the warm horizon”
To which Tim knew to reply “the toothless tiger rules the restless jungle, it’s you agent Ray”
“Yes it’s me didn’t you get my communiqué?”
“No I didn’t when did you send this?”
“Around 1500 hours”
“Oh…that’s why…I was still busy”
“Yes, well we heard about the murder and they sent me to help investigate and take down the killer”
“Well we had better get going then hadn’t we?”
“Yes I guess we should”
So they went to hide out and find the killer, Tim took the above deck Ray took below. Ray had it easy there were a lot of obstacles for him to hide behind but Tim had no cover at all. They didn’t expect the killer to strike again tonight but they waited anyway just in case.
They were in luck the killer couldn’t suppress his need to kill. he snuck above deck into one of the cabins…Heather and Tim’s cabin! Tim had seen him go in the direction of the cabins so he followed, gun out and aimed at the killer. He noticed what cabin the killer went into and charged him down.
He crashed into the killer breaking an arm on impact. The killer cried out in pain as the knife sliced deep into his hand as he fell. The killer blindly lashed out with punches just hoping for an impact, he impacted to Tim’s face once and his stomach twice but before he could hit once more Tim bought out his gun and shot him square between the eyes.
“How ironic…the killer…got killed” Tim spat at the killers corpse which was slowly bleeding and covering the deck in crimson red. Ray had heard the shot and had come running up to the deck screaming “TIM, TIM, ARE YOU OKAY?!”
“Yes I'm fine.” Tim yelled back
“Oh good, wen I heard that gunshot I thought that”-
“Thought that I got shot?” Tim finished “no I didn’t you don’t have to worry”
“Good…good, I would hate to see you dead”
“I know and I would feel the same way about you”
“well I guess we better clean this up”
“Yes we'd better”
So they got cleaning, it took around 2 hours but it was the dead of night so no one came along to find them cleaning up a dead body…they didn’t need another dead body on their hands. Once they had finished Tim was very tired so he went into the cabin but accidentally woke Heather up. “Why are you all covered in blood?!” she cried out.
“Uhh...Well...Heather…I have something to tell you…I’m...a secret agent.”
This one was a class assignment. I got a fairly high grade for it. Give me opinions, etc. I don't have much to say about this one since it isn't half finished or anything.
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