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| Hell found me.; A little writing game. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 7 2006, 06:25 PM (103 Views) | |
| Kithas | Jan 7 2006, 06:25 PM Post #1 |
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Pillow King
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So I was on here just now and up at the top of the screen it said, Hell found me. Write a story starting with this sentence (or something like that anyway). So I figured, why not? So here's my story, starting with Hell found me. Please feel free to do your own. Make it short, or long, or medium lengthed...whatever. Just have fun letting your fingers fly across the keyboard. Hell found me. Or maybe I found Hell, the lord knows I was looking hard enough. It was in the small village of Casa de la Corona that lies on the border of Mexico that I stepped into the local cafe looking to get a bite to eat. I had just settled down into my chair when in walked Ben Darren, one of the men who had killed my brother. His eyes swept the small crowd gathered in out of the afternoon sun and for a moment came to rest on mine. I was sure he had spotted me and I started to reach slowly for my pistol when he looked away. I wasn't ready to relax yet though, and kept my hand near the colt at my hip. Ben ordered his food, then to my surprise walked over and sat down opposite me at the table. "Howdy mister," he said as he sat down. "Mind if I join you?" "No, I suppose not," I said. "Great," he smiled. "Name's John Underhill. My brother Dirk and I are prospectors here in town. We don't see much white folks 'round here so I thought I'd be friendly like. Hope you don't mind." I didn't know what to say. Obviously he didn't recognize me. It had been three months since Ben and Henry Darren had robbed the bank in Fredricksburg and murdered two deputys on the way out of town. One of those dead had been my brother, Roger. Ever since I had been hunting them, travelling from town to town, always one step behind. Seems my luck had finally caught up with me. The cafe owner's wife came over with a plate of cold meats and bread with an apple on the side and set it down in front of "John." "Would you like coffee?" she asked in broken english. "No thanks, water." he replied. She nodded and left. "So what is it you're in town for Mr...." "Hauser. Kit Hauser." I said. "I'm looking for someone. Two someones in fact." At the mention of my name the smile on his face faded away. "Two someones you say. Maybe I could help you out. What do these someones look like?" I looked him up and down, "Well, the first is a man about your size, has dark eyes, just like yours, and dark hair, just like yours. In fact, I'd say he looks a hell of a lot like you. He and his brother robbed a bank back in Fredricksburg and killed two men, one of which was my brother. Now when I find these men I'm gonna kill them." "That a fact?" His face was that of a professional poker player, unreadable. But his intentions were not as his hand slipped under the table. "Ah ah. I wouldn't if I were you," I said pulling the hammer back on the six-shooter I had drawn while talking and now had pointed at him under the table. "Now, I'm no murderer, so you go find your brother and meet me out in the street at six. We'll settle this thing like men, if you have the stones to face me like one." His face stayed the same, but he put his hand back on the table. "Suddenly I'm not hungry," he said, then got up and walked out. The rest of that day I spent in the cafe, waiting. I must have drinken a dozen cups of coffee and the landlord was starting to get upset at my constant presence when I looked at him and asked the time. "It is thirty after five senor," he said. "Would you like another cup?" "No." I got up, payed my tab then asked if the place had a back door. He pointed and I left out the back, hand on my pistol. I ducked through the back alleys of the town until I came around to the tavern. I stayed in the shade and surveyed the streets ahead of me, looking for the Darrens. I saw Henry Darren standing outside the grocer's with a rifle in his hands, looking at the cafe. Another man walked up to him and said something, but I couldn't hear what. Henry nodded, then pointed across the street. The man turned and walked out of my sight around the corner of the building. When he came back he too had a rifle and two others with him. Not long after Ben Darren showed up and went to stand next to his brother. He had his pistol, but didn't look too all fired ready to use it. The two of them walked into the middle of the street and I heard Henry yell out my name. "Kit Hauser! You comin' out you yella sumbitch?" he yelled. "Here we are Hauser, come get us!" I stepped out from my hiding place. Ben took a step back, but Henry merely turned and looked me in the eye. "I'm here Darren," I said. Henry smiled an evil smile then pointed his gun. I pulled my pistol and it barked in my hand even as he pulled the trigger on his rifle. My bullet caught him in the thigh as his hit the corner of the building to my left. He fell to the ground with a grunt as Ben pulled his pistol and fired in my direction. I jumped behind a horse trough to my right and felt water splash over my head as two more shots rang out in my direction. From across the street I could see two of the men Henry Darren had directed earlier. One was in the window of the general store and another was on the balcony of a cathouse. The one on the ground had a pistol in his hand and it jumped as he fired again, the bullet striking the trough I hid behind and sending splinters of wood showering over me. I reached up over the trough and fired two shots in his direction then dropped again as return fire hit all around me. "You're already dead Hauser, you just haven't figure it out yet," Henry yelled from across the street. The bullets came down around me like lead rain and I knew I had to move soon. I had three shots left and I had to make them count, so I waited quietly as they emptied their guns into the water trough. "Did we get him?" I heard the man in the window call out. "I don't know," Ben said. "Go check it out Mike." "You go check it out, I'm not.." I popped up just then took aim at Mike in the window. He started to raise his pistol but I fired first and the bullet took him full in the teeth. He fell over backwards as I raised my pistol to the man on the balcony. He fired once and the slug hit me in my left forearm. I shot back and hit him in the chest. He fell forward and slumped over the railing of the balcony before falling twelve feet to the hard packed road below. I took the chance and dove through the door to the saloon behind me as more bullets hit the walls around me. That little fiasco had accounted for two of them, but there had been three besides the Darrens and I had yet to see the third man. My arm was burning where I had been hit as well and I needed to stop the bleeding quick. I ran over to the bar and grabbed up a towel to wrap around my arm. The bartender was nowhere in site and the room was empty. I suppose everyone had moved on to safer climes when the shooting had started, and I used this to my advantage. I looked behind the bar and sure enough the barkeep had a shotgun stashed there. Thank God for predictability. I grabbed up the scattergun and flipped over a table just as Ben Darren came barreling through the front door. Ben fired twice in my direction, but I was well hidden from his bullets. He too flipped a table and hunkered down, but it wasn't him I was watching. I heard a door in the back of the saloon slam open and watched as a big fellow with a beard came rushing in, pistol in hand. I'd been waiting for the third man to show up and I greeted him with one of the barrels of my newly acquired scattergun. He flew back through the door he had come through and I turned my attentions back to Ben Darren. "It doesn't have to be like this Kit," he was saying. "You killed our men, but there doesn't need to be any more killing. You could just walk away right now. I won't shoot." "Yeah, but I will," it was Henry's voice. He strolled through the door, rifle sweeping the room and coming to rest on my hiding place. He started firing as quick as he could, the bullets tearing through the thin wood of the table and causing more splinters to shower around me. When he ran out of bullets I stood up. "You missed," I said, then pointed the shotgun at him. He dropped the rifle and raised his hands. "You gonna murder me in cold blood?" he asked with a sneer. "It's more than you deserve," I replied. "But no. Draw your pistol so I can kill you proper like." His face went red with anger and he lowered his hands. But before he could draw, Ben rose from behind the table and raised his pistol. I turned the shotgun on him and pulled the trigger, but it was the distraction Henry needed to get the drop on me. He drew his gun and fired twice, one bullet striking me in the chest, the other drawing a line along my scalp. I fell back, the shotgun lost to my grasp as I hit the floor, hard. Henry Darren stood over me, his pistol pointed at my head. "You killed my brother," he said. "Now I'm gonna kill you." "Go ahead," I said. "Just know that I'll be waiting for you in hell with him." His face srewed up with rage and he clamped down on the trigger. The hammer fell, but the gun was empty. His eyes bulged and he knew he'd made a mistake, even as I drew my own pistol. "You should count your bullets better," I said, then shot him in the face. He fell backwards and landed on the table with a loud crack. I lay there on the floor with my gun still in my hand and listened to my heart beat. It was slowing, and I knew I would soon be seeing my brother again. I hoped he'd be glad to see me. |
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| LoboDiabloLoneWolf | Jan 7 2006, 09:52 PM Post #2 |
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The SHE-Wolf of the Crop-Circles
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I saw that banner too, but if any body ever sees it again, don't both clicking the link, it takes yer to this online writer's thing and you have to pay to post stories, <_< which I dunno 'bout you guys, I thought it was a rip off considering all the other websites I found... Anyway, I'll post somat up so keep a look out.
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| Kithas | Jan 7 2006, 10:57 PM Post #3 |
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Pillow King
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Yeah, I clicked that banner out of curiosity and decided I'd just do their writing thing here, where it's free. Cause screw them, but I like the idea. |
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| LoboDiabloLoneWolf | Jan 8 2006, 01:30 AM Post #4 |
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The SHE-Wolf of the Crop-Circles
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Lol Kithas, okay, here's my attempt.
Hell found me. It’s odd, what the word ‘hell’ conjurers up. Fire, pain, demons…a regular Dante’s Inferno… but then, maybe not, I suppose there’s the concept of personal hell, that thing that makes it hell, that thing that makes life unbearable… If that’s the case, then I’ve found my personal hell – or rather, more likely – it has found me. I don’t understand. I don’t understand and that is my hell. I don’t know where I am, nor how I came to be here. All I know is that I am alone, in a strange place. Alright, maybe not exactly ‘alone’, there are other…'people' around, but I am alone. These people aren’t human. I’m not entirely sure what they are… Some of them (the glimpses I’ve managed to snatch) seem familiar, like something out of a dream, or some old story I’ve half forgotten… One of them is guarding me right now, while I’m being held in this…well…it’s a small forest glade to be honest. I haven’t seen them properly yet, so I haven’t had a good look at any of them. They keep to the shadows, out of sight. It’s almost as if they are wary of me. Wary of one, unarmed teenage girl? So many questions. No answers. This really is hell… Am I dead? I don’t feel like I’m dead. In fact I feel very alive, more alive then ever. But, by all rights I shouldn’t be. It’s coming back now, the memories are filling the blank spaces in my mind, the pieces are slotting into the jigsaw. I was stabbed…in New York City. I was on a school geography trip, we’d been given a five hour shopping spree, more then enough for anyone…me and a friend – Becca – had just been minding ourselves, wandering in one of those giant malls America likes so much. Becca had been perusing for some new jeans, I on the other hand just look on, only vaguely interested…I hate clothes shopping…but then, I felt something cold jab at my spine. I don’t remember what happened next, I think that gap will remain blank for permanently and my memory won’t cooperate. But I do remember being in the ambulance. It’d been hard to breath, several somethings beeped by my head and I could hear voices, garbled, incomprehensible. I remember the world fading into darkness. And then, nothing. Except a pounding headache that made me feel sick. There were more voices, but these ones slower, deeper but equally incoherent. I forced open my eyes only to be faced with shadows. The tones of the voices had changed, still concerned but now curious as well. I felt myself lifted, but then I must have fainted again because the next moment I woke up in this glade, complete with shadowy guardian. Speaking of which, a group of these beings are approaching, I scramble to my feet, maybe now at least I will get some answers. But when I see them clearly for the first time, my knees almost buckle. They’re centaurs… |
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