chapter 4: Mass hysteria
Ok here is the next in what i hope to be a series. critics are welcome. don't be afraid to say what you think. and please if its not critisicm or something nice to say, just shut up.
Ok i intended to do this on a weekly basis, but i have other things to worry about so this will be randomly updated. Enjoy or don't, for this is purly of my own amusement and i felt like putting it somewhere people might like it while not being able to annoy me in real life.
A shadowy figure wanders the streets carrying a blood splattered sword. His mind not his own, his body wracked with pain and exhaustion, but he does not stop for he looks for the next person to help slack his bloodlust.
"Ahhhhhh" he sighs in admiration as he licks his blade clean. "What a wonderful thing to be able to kill again even if i can't feel their blood myself. It is a shame this body won't last long. I better find a new host if i want to keep killing, and soon."
The figure looks as the dawn sun rises higher in the sky, his signal to find a place to hide. His eyes gleam with a red light that radiate malice and evil glee.
Something cold is spashed im my face, water I hope, and im shocked back to reality. As i shake off the unpleasent wake up call i glare at a very concerned Mark holding an empty glass. I assumed he threw the water in my face because he thought it would be good for a laugh, i really needed to hear that but it wasn't what i got.
"What was that for?" I growl.
"You were sitting there staring off into space for the past 20 minutes. If that didn't work i was gonna call a doctor, or maby an ambulance." the concern in his voice did not suit him. "What the hell was so damn scary about a little theft made you freeze like that.
As Mark put the glass down and handed me a towel i got to thinking about the news report. My mind racing with the whys and hows of where in the world i knew that sword from. As i concluded that my recent dreams were finnaly affecting me in the waking world and it was nothing to worry about.
"I guess because im driving you're father down there today and my mind went into overdrive on what else could happen down there" I lied. "Sorry if that worried you. After all when have you ever seen me freeze up before."
I work as a bodyguard for Mark's father. All I really do is drive him around and look scary, not too hard for me sice i naturaly look like im gonna kill someone at any given time. I have basic hand to hand combat training as well as firearms training. I carry a Smith & Wesson 500 magnum revolver in a waist holster that is usually covered by my hoodie, and a standered issued military combat knife that i keep in my boot and a similar knife in an inside pocket of my hoodie. Mark's dad Maxamillion, or max for short, spared no expense to make me into a real body guard after i took a bullet for him at marks 17th birthday when some punk was trying to rob him, that guy later got to meet a very angry reptiles fist and a butter knife in the eye. Even before then I was dangerous since i had a few anger issues, but now i am able to kill anyone i see as a lethal threat to Max's life.
"Yeah well try to calm down, I mean really its just a stupid ceramony to honer one of dads business partners donating a new wing" Mark said in his cheerful voice, forgetting that I had just froze up in front of him. Thats Mark for ya. The guy can be panicing one minute and be a riot the next. He dosen't even act like the son of a rich guy. He never used the money his dad puts into a saving account except for medical emergencys or similar occasions. The guy acted like a regular teen in every way and never mentions who his dad is except for his personality and how he acted as a father figure. To be honest i didn't even know he was a rich kid until i needed surgery that my parents couldn't pay for and suddenly there Mark is with his dad and a big suitcase full of cash. As far as best freinds go Mark is the absolute best, more then i deserve.
"Hey im as cool as ice remember" I flashed him my rare toothy smile. "Any ways I better go. you're dad always needs a bit of a pep talk when he goes anywhere that crime has happened recently."
With that I got up and grabed my gear and slipped on my combat boots and out the door, compleatly forgetting about the sword. That was the first mistake of the day and i was a fool for making it.