Sunday, June 19, 2005

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James 8.




The wagon was on its way through the wood as a young blond woman brushed her hair gently with the soft tip of her fingers giving the warm touch that made her smile for a faint second. Then she glanced at a wounded man in the back.

Why did you risk your life for me, asked the woman in confusion and looking back at the driver of the wagon.

The old rags he wore had suddenly changed from being poor and untidy to being posh and very expensive. His pipe had stayed the same though as another puff of smoke blew back into her face. He held on to his shotgun as tight as he could and peered strictly encase of another encounter with savage beasts.

“So,” asked Julie watching James Strakeln still bleeding and snoring out like a pig, “who exactly are you?”

The man squinted (as Julie could not see his face she did not realise it) and said, “Well, my names Chris. I heard that there were suppose to be a bloke that should be doing a serious job. I don’t think you might know them?” he asked as Julie paused with her mouth wide open like a goldfish as she went to speak. She got rudely interrupted by a loud snore from the back of the wagon. James mouth open and then closed as he moved slightly other to the left cringing in pain.

“I can tell that your friend is definitely alive,” said Chris keeping his voice down making sure that he could only be heard by Julie and not wake James up.


About half an hour later a large groaning noise came from the back of the wagon again. Julie turned around to look at james and noticed that he was still asleep. She ingored the noises of anguish and carried on talking to the driver or rather the man that James is going to work for. As Julie turned away James opened and eye and looked deep for his sword without making a sound. Another loud groan again but was now sounding even closer than before and also more to the side of the wagon.

Julie shivered as a cold breeze gently cooled her back as she lifted her arms and cuddled her self with warmth. Chris gave her a blanket as he held on to a pistol in his left hand and his shotgun in his right. He looked straight forward as Julie’s head turned from one side of the wagon to the other as yet another groan was let off.

“James will you stop...” shouted Julie as she turned to be shouting at nothing. The back of the wagon was empty and the blood had trailed more across to the woodland area as now the sounds were made closer and closer and the sound of swift heavy feet could be heard running across dead leaves on the horizon.

Julie could just hear the faint sound of a panting slowly catching up as it stopped for about three seconds. Chris stopped the wagon as Julie tried not to shout at him and tried not to make any sudden movements.

“Chris. There’s something in the woods,” she whispered to Chris whom looked up at her and gave a nod to tell her that he knew. He had brought the guns with him and as Julie now listened, from when she spoke the movements and all sudden noises in the creepy woods had now faded. Julie shivered even more and looked around carefully and kept her sight on a tall figure that slowly walked towards another figure. The other shadowy figure was small and the shape made it look like a dog. The doggy shadow was slowly and steadily creeping not noticing the tall figure that had a sword in his hands.

That’s when Julie recognised that the figure had spiked up hair and realised the doggy shadow was a wolf. She grinned fiercely pulling out her bow and arrow and looked around for any other signs of movement made by any other wolves near by.

James ran straight behind the wolf and slit its throat making it squeal out loud as it trickled with blood that Julie couldn’t see.

Chris quickly pointed his pistols at the opposite direction and shot two wolves, that looked suspicious to any man from three miles away, in the head. They both fell to the floor as about ten wolves stopped themselves in the middle of the road and stared with no expression at their next meal for killing their packs and also for getting away. At first the wolves looked quite small but as they walked closer they could see that they were twice the size of a regular wolf. Their fast legs raced towards them as now they were all in the wagon. Julie was driving the wagon as James stayed in the back defending any that tried to get on the wagon as Chris was killing the ones that were coming in the distance ready to attack as well as the ones that were attempting to sneak up on them.

After about six rounds of bullets and four swings of James’ sword the wolves were gone and they passed a sign that read: Farm three miles.

James smiled reluctantly and looked at Julie who started to explain what had happened and who the farmer was.



Thirty miles down the road that James travelled on, Chief Ryok Ushi stopped his horse at a dead smell of the rotten meat that was much worse than dead fish. Flies hovered over his head continuously as they were squished by the massive hand of the Chief.

He got off his brown horse as he sniffed the air making the fellow officers look around and also search the parts of the wood. After five sniffs of the gentle cool air breeze he walked his way over to a bunch of corroded trees that let the big blood trail lead the mad officer to a pile of four dead wolves. As usual Ryok bullied his officer to come over and put a new record on for the amount of kills.

“Put down that he kills animals to!” shouted the officer as the guy ran across onto his horse and willingly got out of the evil woods and agreed for once with Ushi’s decision.

Ryok walked back over to the horse and ordered the time to set off and try to find the James Strakeln that they have been after for so long. In the distance the last and faint footsteps of the horses could be heard as well as Ryok swearing cause someone nicked his wallet.

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Tuesday, June 14, 2005

   Ladies and Gentlemen enjoy this next one for me! I hope you enjoy this site and stories. Please sign my gb and pm me on here.
Lysander The Legend2




A dark human, or what seemed to be a human, was walking its way towards Lysander who held his guns directly at his sides already loaded and ready to take out anyone who dared to kill him. The black hair of the human was covering his face not allowing Lysander to see his face. The groaning from the man could be heard to the mage that looked up as so did the swordsman. Lysander stayed where he was waiting for this thing to come very close in order to know what to do with it put did not hesitate to find out what it was with the noise the man made.

“We’ve got a zombie down here!” shouted Lysander pointing at the creature. This made the mage and the swordsman come to the spot where the zombie started to look up with half its eyes out of their sockets. Blood poured down its face and drooled across its lips as every bit of blood that dropped to the floor was running behind him in a river flow. The wind blew hard as the clouds circled on the gunner watching his every move and watching all that would happen. Through the cloud the swordsman could see a shape of an eye that followed round the big scene noising about until it noticed another eye spying the cloud.

Lysander looked up with his green eyes at the evil creature and aimed the gun directly at the head. His face was looking excited as well as sad. He clicked and wrapped his finger on the trigger as if a python strangling its prey. Bang!

Blood tipped out of the head as the creature fell to the floor not moving and making an even bigger river and overflowing it with red on the grey dusty open road.

Lysander hang his pistols back onto the belt the was around his sides. He looked over at the mage and then looked to the swordsman.

“What the hell was a zombie doing in the South?” asked Lysander angry and full of rage. The two next to him shock their head in answer to the mans question.

“I have no idea! Did the Chaos send it on another mission to kill you?” asked the mage looking up. The mage was old and looked like he could be broken any minute now. A loud noise of ten footsteps was heard from the place where the mage was guarding before he had gone to see the zombie.

“What was that?” asked Lysander looking at every gat which they had to guard. No one answered as they shrugged their shoulders and carried on talking as another sound of the footsteps could be heard but this time it sounded like fifth teen. Lysander walked over ordering everyone to take shelter in their homes and basements as they could see along the horizon twenty men walking in black Chaos leather and swinging maces and holding deadly sharp axes in their hands. They were about ten minutes away and were getting closer by the minute. Lysander walked past to the three gates that were open and closed them shut locking them and then returning to the mage and swordsman getting their weapons ready for the fight.

The mage started to shoot down two men by sending big bolts of blue lightening flying through the air by the speed of light making it uneasy for the Chaos follower to dodge. He hit the floor suffering badly being fried before laying still dead. The swordsman got the biggest sword that she could find. The katana had been pulled out and aimed at the nearest minion of the Chaos lord in order to achieve her goal. The Chaos warrior sped up his horse that looked at the direction of fired with red eyes that looked like hell itself had broken free into the world.

Lysander pointed his pistols at the heads of the warriors. This weak spot was the only one since their armour was thick and impossible to penatrate. The swords of the warriors poited up as a Warcry was screamed by the middle one that sooned spoke blood that came from Lysnader perfect aim hitting the throat as the sword fell to the floor and the warrior. Blood splittered as about three other warriors fell in the line of the falling hors (which fell for no reason).

The evil siblings marched their way getting so close that the mage was getting worried what would happen. Immediately the mage flew up high into the air going straight up and bringing dark clouds of thunder and lightening across to him as he held up his hands in the air like he was praying to God. The other two didn’t look up to see what the mage was doing but kept their heads up and Lysander kept shooting a person in the throat ever five minutes.

The swordsman stood still getting impassiant and pointing the blade still at the one warrior as they still stared at the mage in the air wondering what the heck he was doing. The mage looked upon the battlefield and looked towards the incoming enemy as he spoke out loudly to them.

“I hope you enjoy hell, suckers!” as he shouted he forced his hands down making a huge fifth teen bolts point in the direction of all the Warriors that screamed in pain as they got shocked and fried to a crisp the horses jump in fear and fell to the floor. The mage gently lowered himself to the ground as the other two looked proud of him. They looked back at the enemies that laid on the floor. With a single second of them talk9ing the bodies vanished that they thought went to hell. Whether they were right or not nobody knew. They looked at each other as the villager came out cheering that they had saved the day for the village yet another day.

We’re ready for you, thought Lysande reloading his pistols and placing them back in his belt, yes we will be ready. You’ll never get this land no matter what you try. Distraction will not be done on us twice.

Lysander walked in to his cottage not taking any of the credit even if they knew he had part to do with it. He locked the door in order to catch some sleep wondering what will come the next day.

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Tuesday, June 7, 2005

   I think its time for a new hero to come in.
Lysander the Legend.

In the world of war between two countries tied in the extinct of one another and each time a battle beginning a life of an innocent is taken. For one of these countries is full of evil and such great beasts lived in the Satanic place. For the second country the humans using specials abilities to stop the evil warfare. Using sorcery, swords or combatants, gunmen and archers to protect against such fell creatures as zombies and demons. Vampire slayers killed off the vampire as also they killed off the Slayers.

And throughout this terrible feature balance was never obtained. To this dawning fate, Chaos has arisen to rule the earth to the surprise of the two other countries. Slipping its way from the war and building up an army Chaos started to show bits of itself but still keeping away from the war of the two countries. Unfortunately the two at war did not notice anything of the havoc they had created. As the two countries (one from the East and the other from the West) fought on, the country in the South had already been affected by the Chaos but to this very day, one man has stopped one village on the map from being ruled by the ultimate power of the world and his army! The small village had been protected by one of the Legendary heroes. That hero was Lysander the gunner. Holding off the evil creature that looked like half-human and half-horse. As well as minotaurs he had helped the village along with a mage and a swordsman.

As for the North apparently they had fled their homes and headed for the country at war in the West. But Lysander stayed in his area knowing that Chaos was not going to stop unless he had the village.

Lucky for him a shipment supply of over 100,000 amount of bullets had been stolen off a crashing ship as well as having food, drink and medicine if anyone got ill. Chaos would not get this place even if he died. Lysander stood tall at six feet, having his pistols in his side pockets his black leather jacket stopped just before his heel and then came around his legs. He wore as kind of cowboy hat that shaded some of his face but his green eyes could be seen as well as the fringe revealing his black hair.

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Monday, June 6, 2005

   James 7
A black horse galloped its way along an open road on the way to a farm as stones flew in the air from the horse picking up the back legs. Its black fur, almost looking fake, gleamed in the sun as a young man an a beautiful woman rode softly on its back.

James Strakeln on his quest in order to get money has had a difficult time in all and has killed many people in order to obtain the location of where he was going to work. His face was shadowed over his black hair that made it unnoticeable to know whether he was looking at his girlfriend behind him or not. Julie, the one sitting on the back, was quite happy looking at the surroundings that she was passing like trees, wild animals playing as if there was no-one there and historical features that hunters had left or famous statues from over two-hundred years ago. Her blond hair light up making a pretty picture of her beauty as James kicked the horse to get it to go a little bit faster.

“Won’t be long now until you get the job over with and I can marry you!” shouted Julie giving him a peck on the check. James nodded and looked forward at a sign that was just ahead of them.

Chris Watcher’s farm was in big bold writing on a black sign and Julie looked as the scenery soon started to change. The trees were all dead and rotten, the animals were dead on the floor (even the flies had died and the fungi) and the sun had faded to a dark and misty cloud.

Julie held on to her bow hearing creeks in the leaves and watching a shadow running from one side to the other.

“Don’t worry. Just ignore them and you’ll be safe,” whispered James looking straight ahead as Julie looked at savage teeth for the last time. She held on to James tight as she looked forward. More noises came to erode as James pasted through a farm gate that said: This Is The First Of Three Gates.

James started to get tired as he slowed the horse down and trying to comfort Julie from being frightened.

A growling noise came from directly behind Julie as the horse screamed an pushed the two off the horse. Julie hit the floor hard looking at three huge wolves covered with blood from another pray they had just eaten and still looking as hungry as hyenas. The blood soon started to change into drool as the first one went to strike the leg of Julie. Its jaw got sawn off by a big massive blade that made Julie jump through the air thinking someone had thrown something. The wolf fell to the floor crying in devastation and bleeding. This made the five other wolves hanging around the wood attack. James cut two of their heads off but there were just to many attacking at the same time as they went for Julie’s legs again. James jumped in front risking his blood to be spilt. The wolf chewed and punctured great holes in his leg as James cried out in pain pulling his sword and swinging it to take the head off the creature. Julie frightened the other two off by shooting arrows as one running got killed by a gun shot. A farmer dressed in old rags sat smoking his pipe as he ran other to look at James’ wound. The young farmer looked like he had only just started to work on a farm and Julie shifted James onto the back of the carriage. Blood was spilling everywhere as James started to pass out.

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Friday, June 3, 2005

   If any one wishes to post their stories please do so. Or if you want to further me in a story or any other things contact Darthbore@yahoo.co.uk
The Dead Walks



A teenage boy sat comfortably in the back of a limo hiding between tinted windows. The fifteen-year-old watched slowly thinking of what the world would really be had out there.

He shuffled himself on the leather seats towards the light and waiting for it to hide behind the clouds like children in horror movies.

His black hair darkened from the evil deeds of fear throughout the clouds cover of reality as a window from the front driver opened downwards.

The Chauffer popped his head towards him not realising that the traffic light had turned red.

“So. Master Dave. What you been up to today?” asked the suspicious man still looking at the boy. His English accent was hard not to tell.

“Not much,” whispered Dave still day dreaming out the window. The Chauffer raised an eyebrow.

“Was there a lot of blood?” asked the driver again being noisy. This got Dave’s attention as he gave a nasty look.

“Yes, Luke. It poured everywhere across the stage,” answered Dave smiling at the thought of blood and licking his lips softly.

Luke turned back around and did not notice that he had travelled through many red lights. Blue and red flashes came from behind the limo followed by the crashing sound of the loud banging siren.

Luke pulled up slowly on the high street just because a ‘lush’ woman as he would call it walked along the path smiling with her white teeth and her skirt blew with her beautiful blond hair. Dave was not bothered.

A middle aged man walked out of his car and slowly moved to them after putting his special sunglasses on to make himself look cool with his bleach blond spiky hair. The gel on his head had been put on in such lumps it looked like someone with the biggest nose sneezed over him.

The man walked slowly as Luke quickly got his fake license out from the glove box.

The window was wound down making a squeaking noise like a mouse until it had reached the bottom of its peak.

“I hope you’ve noticed that you’ve gone through three red lights!” shouted the officer as finally he reached the car. The guy smiled chuffed that finally he had caught someone since he had obviously gotten this new job.

“Do accept my apology but I must take this Celebrity back quickly and along a safe route,” said Luke in a very posh tone of voice that Dave did not recognise and never heard of before.

The officer done his slow sluggish walk to the back of the limo and tried to look in the tinted windows. The crazy fool got a shock when Dave pulled down the window.

Shocked, stunned and amazed like someone had put a tazer on his arm and paralysed him.

“Why... it’s Dave McBlake!” shouted the officer stunned by his catch.

“Yes I can tell. Now hurry on I want to get home!” shouted Dave full of sarcasm and about to pop like a fizzy coke.

“Hey! Fine, I’ll let you off if I get to ride in the back with you,” said the officer giving the worse smile Dave had ever seen.

“Yes course you can (I feel a little peckish),” whispered Dave now feeling a rumbled feeling in his stomach.

The officer was excited like a child having his main Christmas present on Christmas.

The limo driver looked back at him to see what evil plan he was up to.

The officer bounced on the leather seats enjoying the company of a famous star.

“What is it like being a Star?” asked the officer after settling in to his new limo.

“It’s hard when you’re trying to get home early and trying to go alone,” said Dave acting like he wasn’t happy about any of this rubbish. The guy looked at him awkwardly.

“I saw the last theatre act you did with the ‘Killers’ Theatre company,” said the crazy fool not knowing what Dave was going to do to him as he tried to make conversation.

“Oh, really?” said Dave not looking interested in anything the guy was saying. Dave licked his hand and rubbed it against the ruff edges of his mouth to check if he needed a shave or not.

“Yeah! The blood looked so real as it poured all over the floor! I was surprised that the woman screamed like it was all real!” shouted the officer not realising that Dave was bored and didn’t give a damn about anything he was saying.

“Great acting by the dead woman,” whispered Dave quiet enough so the officer didn’t hear him.

“I can’t wait for the next bloody goring act!” shouted the man as Dave’s face turned at the right moment in his time to do something he had now waited to do. Luke knew what he was going to do and there for he closed the window to the front driver seat for safety precautions to this incident of mayhem.

The music of Start Something by Lost Prophets was turned up to the loud so no noise could be heard from inside the limo and no-one would expect anything. Dave smiled with a neatly smirk shining across his face almost like an evil grin.

“I’ll tell you something Mr...?” asked Dave in order to finish his evil plan with a successful line before going for the finally.

“Oh, please call me Wilson,” answered the now found out officer as he touched his hair like it was a fashion statement.

“Wilson. I’m afraid something bad will happen to you! You’ll suffer an incident that you can’t escape and you can’t control to your power! A much more beyond any human that you don’t know existed!” screamed Dave as his eyes went red and his face crinkled to the face as wrinkled as an old man. Huge pointed teeth came out in the front holding stains of blood all the way across the mouth as a rumble came from Dave’s stomach.

Wilson burst out laughing at the vampire that looked awkward at the stranger. He was convinced that this was Dave’s costume from the theatre and laughed even more.

“What are you doing?” asked Dave looked at his food angrily.

“What do you mean what are you doing?” asked Wilson back not knowing what he was doing wrong.

“This is real! I’m a real vampire! And I’m meant to eat you after I said that!” shouted Dave unbelievable looking forward to his main course since eating the woman on stage had just been the beginning of his bloody conquest since he had become a vampire.

“So if you’re a real vampire can you phase in and out of solid objects like the myths say you can?” asked the annoying Wilson wondering what it’s like to be a vampire.

“No,” said Dave.

“Yes! You can!” shouted Wilson starting an argument between the two.


After roughly two minutes of shouted ‘yes’ and ‘no’ Dave had finally given up. He was stunned and shocked about his lunch.

“I can’t believe this! I’m arguing with my lunch!” shouted Dave again allowing himself to feel down and frustrated with himself.

“I can’t believe you’re a vampire!” shouted Wilson now starting to get annoyed. Dave grabbed Wilson’s neck turning it on the side in order to bite him.

“Mama told me not to play with my food!” shouted Dave going in for the kill as the window in the front was wound down. Luke popped his head out.

“Sorry, Sir. I’m afraid you have a crowd cheering you on in the front gate,” Dave sighed and turned back to his normal pretty self, waving at the people climbing and raging to get their picture of the well known star.

“If you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you! This time you were lucky!” shouted Dave not turning to Wilson.

The gates opened and let a blond haired female inside the gate just because Dave was still too hungry. Dave was having a hope that she was nothing like the other prate that was in his car.

Dave opened the golden doors with the evil gargoyle knobs turning it making a spooky scary sound frightening Wilson before the woman walked in getting scared by the noise.

Dave was in his dressing gown and had left Wilson to have a look around at his ancestor’s and what the creepy mansion looked like.

The woman had walked in checking her top and looking in the reflection of the evil addiction that she desired, to get lots of men’s attention. She flicked her hair back as Luke the butler came to the front to welcome the guest in a fashionable manor.

The butler had been wearing his clothes like any other and tidied his suit a little.

“Welcome to the house of Dave McBlake. I’m sure you would love to have a drink Ms...?” asked Luke slowly and in his usual English accent making him seem as posh as ever.

“Ms Davies. Actually you can call me Monica. And I’ll have a WKD if you’ve got one,” said Monica again looking at her short light blond hair.

“We’ve got everything her Monica. And now I present Mr Dave McBlake!” shouted Luke being sarcastic as usual as Dave walked down the stair with two WKD bottles in his hand. The blue liquid being the flavour of the drink gave Monica a shock of a lifetime.

“How did you know blue was my favourite one?” asked Monica taking a swig of the vodka mix.

“Isn’t blue always the favourite?” asked Dave not answering her question.

“I am like your so biggest fan Dave!” shouted Monica pleased and impressed.

“How about you and me go to the spare guest room if you know what I mean,” said Dave raising an eyebrow at her as she agreed. Dave knew exactly what she thought he meant but he meant a lot different.

She slowly walked up to the top floor at the back of the house as Lost Prophets Sway was placed in the computer and turned on full blast allowing Luke to go on the internet as well as not being able to hear the two.

The tinniest scream could not be heard from the mansion over the speaker singing the great hits of music done by the one and only Lost Prophets that every fan outside sang to.

Blood dripped slowly onto Luke’s hand and across his clean white shirt that was later put in the wash as he looked at the wristbands on e-bay. He looked for a live longer band so that he might not get killed by the demon that had taken Dave McBlake since he was eighteen years old.

More blood poured through on Wilson who started to think that he shouldn’t be here anymore and walked over to see what Luke was doing. Dave could sense the fear in the both of them as he let go of Monica letting her dead body fall with a loud thud on the floor. Two teeth holes had been implanted by Dave as he wiped his lips feeling refreshed from his lunch for today. The dark red clothes he wore made the blood stains on it look like it was just part of the ordinary fabric of his robe.

As he reached the stairs he shouted down to Luke who got a shock as Wilson jumped through the air and landed backside first on the wooden floor.

“Luke! I’m afraid there is a mess to clear up in the guest room! May you attend to it while I must change this thick human to a normal person,” said Dave giving an evil eye upon their guest. The smell of fear off Wilson came out like the aerosol Lynx was sprayed out for two hours full blast.

Luke hurried on past his master and left the computer so that Dave could not see the wristbands. Wilson shivered as slowly and steadily Dave walked down from his left foot first to the right making sure he would not fall on the way down, like he had seen before on Scary Movie 2.

As he came to the end of the stairs Dave’s frown had changed to a smile as Wilson pulled his frozen legs to the door.

“I don’t want to harm you,” whispered Dave laughing his head off at the stupid bloke.

“How can I trust you after you nearly killed me in the car?” asked Wilson taking another step towards the door ready to open it and pelt it down the road.

“Because I just want to show a special room,” answered Dave walking to the right room through a door.

As Dave had left Wilson stood there looking at himself in the mirror and then looking at the door. The door had a picture of Jesus on the cross and a cloud shaped in a picture of a face was looking down upon a man. The picture made the man look more like a twenty year old than what it really was. The man was on his knees begging God for something. On the bottom a date and name was placed. It read:

Jesus and Davidus McBlake

The begging.

Wilson stood staring at the piece of art and then realising who the person begging was. The green paint had been dusted regularly and looked like it had been kept in mint condition for a while. Wilson’s curiosity got the better of him in every way that was possible. He walked in through the door to a film that was dusty and smelt like loads of people had been killed. Rats ran freely across the floor as Dave stood on the heads of one of the creatures. It squealed until had been suffocating enough.

Dave stood by more pictures of him and painting of other people that must have been his friends.

“Come on down here! I won’t bite,” shouted Dave pulling a lever making a stairways appear near Dave. Dave jumped giving an evil laughter echoing down against the sounds of walls.

Wilson did not hesitate this time to jump down the hole. The dark walls looked creepy but still didn’t stop him. Just as he could see the light up ahead he suddenly remembered that he couldn’t land on his feet.

Instead of landing on his legs Dave looked at Wilson as he could see that he had hit the solid floor on his head.

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Thursday, March 10, 2005

things he had done was wrong but yet he had no doubt of the things he had done. His brother would never have to know that this journey he was on now happened.

Dawn was on its way and the grunts of James’ stomach could be felt on the horse. Even after passing a load of villages there were no where to eat and yet by the minute his stomach ached. James was very tired during his journey but he would not rest so easily until he had finished his job.

Finally a village that had a decent place to eat and not many people in the village. Thousands of poster saying about James’ killings were all around the street but still James did not notice them. He carried on to the snack tavern. It was not just James that didn’t notice the wanted posters the owner did not realise them either.

A bacon roll was ordered and was paid at two silver coins. Delightfully James sat at an old wooden table. The varnish that was placed on the tables had made the tavern seem darker.

After letting his belly settle James walked out side. His eyes looked around and he headed to the weapons shop. As he walked in bells shimmed and only the man at the counter was in the shop. He did not look up but carried on reading his daily newspaper.

There were several different sections of weapons. Some were different shapes, some different sizes and some different metals.

He walked over to the swords first, then he walked to the bows lastly he looked at the knives. He left the shop not finding anything very interesting.

On the road a man looked at James and then at the wanted posters. James stared at the floor knowing the guy would know. The thirty-year-old had a beard and looked quite sturdy. He pulled out a long sword and screamed a word that made the sword glow cold and making it look icy.

“Hey you! I need you to pay for my rent for the rest of the year!” the person started to walk towards him.

“It wouldn’t be fun if you were the only one to use magic!” said Strakeln shouting the word ‘recoome’. A flame came from his hand as he swiped it across the blade he reached for. The great sword lit on fire and he held it up in front of him. The guy stopped stunned that James could do such a thing. Thinking it was a trick he started to walk towards him once more.

“Only Rey can do that! You can’t possibly do it!” shouted Rey almost in close combat with James. James stood still knowing that this guy had killed three thousand people before for fun. James’ anger was started to show as he looked up and charged at Rey. He brought his flaming sword up and hit the long sword directly letting the ice shatter and the blade break. Rey screamed with anger as James took off both of his hands.

“Now you can’t wield a sword you are no longer a threat!” said James walking away. Another man watching the fight shouted across to James.

“How do you sleep at night?” the face of the person was angry but also scared. James did not look back. He untied his horse mounting onto it and riding to the person.

“I take pills,” whispered James moving along another step to get to the south.

He was closer than ever to the south now. He got another 12miles to go. From his home town he’s travelled about 89miles.

Through the distance the footsteps of the horse could be heard faintly.

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Monday, March 7, 2005

   How was this one?
James Strakeln tied his horse to the fence so close to the town that he needed to get to. They had stopped because Julie said she was tired.

Julie Krush Stood across James holding her longbow close in her hand. The town they had stopped in was not very popular since there were not that many people around. The sliding noise of Julie’s quiver kept making James jump for his sword. Julie couldn’t help laughing at it but then she realised she had to tighten the ropes around her leg.

The road seemed to be clear of any travellers and the silence was heeded to cross the road.

James walked with his head down as Julie followed. At first there seemed to be nothing but then the sound of horses could be heard charging down the road just as they were in the middle of the road.

“W-what’s going on?” asked Julie confused and scared.

James stood still looking down and ignoring her words.

James’ hand was behind him and he held his sword tight.

He could feel Julie holding onto him and not letting go.

Still he looked down.

A bunch of bandits came charging their way heading straight for the two as if they had planned to kill them.

The red bandanas on their heads made them visible for a mile away.

James pushed Julie’s grip and pushed her off the road as a charge of ten or more horses came his way.

The dust was scattered up in the air and the eyes of Julie could see nothing.

When the dust had cleared James stood there holding his sword blocking the bandits dagger attack. Across the side of one of James’ arm blood dripped slowly where a gash had been taken from one of the daggers.

The loud noises of the horses came again.

Julie could see the bandits coming back to help their friend.

“No you don’t!” said Julie holding her bow up and pulling out two arrows. She released the arrows hitting only two down.

Seven more headed in colliding with James. This time the dust cleared to reveal blood of five of the bandits. As bodies had split in half the horses carried on running in the distance leaving the dead corpses behind.

Two bandits remained, and now there was one.

James had run up to one and chopped his head off in about two seconds.

The other was lucky to get away with just losing one eye to Julie’s arrow.

Julie ran over to James dragging him as fast as she could to the Potion shop on the side street.

As the door opened the woman ran with a healing potion.

“Dear lord! What happened here?” she asked giving the potion to James who drunk it slowly.

James started to fall asleep.

The next day he woke up finding no more pain in his arm. He felt okay and the main thought in his head was that he was hungry.

When he got up the first thing he saw was porridge on the table recently done. He got up and started to eat it.

Without hesitation he grabbed his sword remembering that his new job would be starting today.

He ran downstairs and untied his horse as Julie caught him thinking he was sneaking off again.

James rode down the road using one hand as Julie complained most of the way through his trip.

Everything was back to normal, James rode with his head down and he ignored Julie.

About three miles down from where they were a bunch of officers riding on horses with their whistles and all sorts of weapons walked into the town.

Chief Ryok Ushi walked into a pub moving to the bar as people stared at him.

“Excuse me Sir! said one of the officers to the bar man.

After about ten minutes of talking to the bar manager the officer came back saying he didn’t know anything.

The look on the Chief looked ticked and he asked for them all to go.

All that was left was the manager, the people in the pub and the Chief.

The Chief walked over and grabbed the manager by the scruff of his hair.

“You better tell me where he went!” said Ushi almost pulling the manager over the counter.

“Or else what?” asked the Manager curiously. Ryok had a smile on his face.

“I’ll do far worse than that James guy. I’ll make you belled and I’ll shred your insides out, then I’ll deliver them to your family!” shouted Ryok to the guy.

He started to look scared and for the whole hour the Manager told him what had happened.

Chief Ryok got outside and informed the officer of new information.

“Make the new posters say four kills!” the officer nodded his head and walked off.

The Chief got on his horse and started to ride with the other officers to the next village.

New wanted signs were posted in the very same day the Chief had placed them.

The reward was also placed to a much higher value of 10,000,000,000,000 gold.

The price was starting to get interesting for the people and now they got ready to take down what they thought might make them richer.

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Friday, March 4, 2005

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A dusty road was kicked up into the face of James Strakeln making it uneasy to see in front. The heat was so intense on this fine morning and the horse was also struggling to bare the pain of the sand. The only vision to James was that there were sign spreaded across the floor in a lovely red writing.

It read: Mystic Town 2 miles.

There was a mile after until the next sign came up.

This one read: Bandits will have their hand chopped off. Murderers will have their heads taken away!

The letters were in the same colour but in a deeper shade of red.

At half a mile the last sign was visible on the floor.

This one said: The writing is made of three people who did not heed this warning. Don’t be the same!

James smiled at the last one.

He pulled the horse in to the left crossing a rail station on the way to the town. The railway looked like it hadn’t been used for at least two years and the town seemed to be pretty quiet.

In the streets of the town was a tavern, a pub and a potion shop. The Inn could not be seen. Even though the place seemed like a maze Strakeln seemed to know where he was going. He took the left street and down to the Inn laying by the train track.

He untied his horse and tied the rope onto a fence surrounding the basin full of water. He then left to walk in the Inn. As the door squeaked its way open, Strakeln could see that not many people were in the place.

A woman with blond hair came up to the counter and took out her pen. She looked up at James and jumped back with fright.

“Oh my! James! Your back! Ma! James is back!” the woman jumped up and down reaching over and hugging James tight.

An old frail lady came in slowly allowing attention to draw to her. The expressions on her face could tell that she was in pain.

“Hi there James! You finally came to marry my daughter!” said the lady as James raised an eyebrow.

James then remembered that he was going to marry this woman when he was 16. He couldn’t then because he was too yougn to marry.

“I’m...feeling a bit tired at the moment I...had to travel far to get here!” his excuses where took in and the woman that he was going to marry took him to his room.

“Mrs Julie Strakeln. Doesn’t sound that bad,” said Julie speaking to herself.

“Hey! Listen, Julie. I have to do a job to get some money. I have to travel to the south,” said James quietly and calmly knowing her temper was terrible. She started to go red for about two minutes and then smiled. Something must have gone into her head to stop her going mad.

“That’s okay! I can come with you!” James turned to the dark to keep his head into the dark. He knew that even if he tried arguing she would win.

James laid his feet onto the bed and started to snore as Julie went downstairs.

The old woman was doing the dishes as a man walked in stinking of cigarettes and alcohol. Julie came up to him.

“Would you like a room Sir?” asked Julie as the man came closer to her.

“If I can have you then I’ll get a month!” said the man leaning over to flirt with her.

“Sorry but I’m already with someone,” Julie was started to became inpatient of the person and was holding firm of the guest book.

“What you got under that dress?” asked the man slipping his hand up her dress.

“Nothing for you to see!” Julie grabbed the guest book and battered the metal end across his head. The man bleed across his mouth and was raising his head when she hit him again and again.

The old lady had seen what had happened and came in slowly again.

Her face was stunned by the amount of blood poured onto the floor. Julie looked up at her mother and said, “He touched me!”

The body was disposed of and not even James knew about what had happened.

The next day James woke up and got out of bed. He still had his golden armour on and could hear nothing from anyone downstairs.

James snuck down the stairs hoping that Julie was not awake so he could escape.

Strakeln had his hopes up and ready.

He got outside without making a single noise. James turned around to see that his horse was right in front of him.

Julie was already on the horse.

“Good morning!” said Julie smiling and giving a hand for James to get on the horse.

After ten minutes of arguing who should ride the horse James rode down the street. He could feel Julie’s hands around his waist. A bow was in one of her hands and sharp arrows in her quiver.

The moon started to move down and the sun arose across the town. A stream of blood followed along as the horse trotted unaware of it.

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