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[b]the bandit clan leader sleeps again a few days later, still shaken by his child's kidnapping and later, death.[/b]
"The Shepards are slaughtering..."
[b]he jumps up, locking the door and grabbing a gun. Gunshots ring out across the encampment. Men in WWII gas masks, trenchcoats and fedoras invade homes, capturing many men, woman, and children. The leader hears a scratching at his door and immediately shoots at it with a shotgun, before he could even load another shell Into the chamber, He turns around and sees his wife is missing, in place.. Stands Shepard.. THE Shepard. Staring at him with his horrible body twitching and convulsing, his head tilted to the side.[/b]
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SON, YOU.."
[b]a swift motion of his hand and he had already emptied the magazine from his gun and holds a clawed finger to his neck.[/b]
"I know what you did to get him... And he meant more to me than you could possibly imagine... And I know how you got to him."
[b]the king blacks out, awakening on a large dune in the desert strapped to a wooden chair, a cave awaiting at the bottom. His men lay on their backs, looking to the sky. A man in a trenchcoat, mask, and fedora, just like the others approaches.. But his clothing is a bright red speaks.[/b]
"What do we do with them.."
[b]bloody tears stream down the Shepards face[/b]
"Slaughter them... All of them...."
"Aye"
[b]another man walks down the rows of his men with a revolver, shooting each in the gut, listening to their horrid screams, before shooting them again... The king was forced to watch all of it.[/b]
"YOU SICK BASTARDS!"
"You don't know what you've stolen from me, friend, I am simply returning the favor."
[b]the Shepard shoots him In a non-fatal area of the head, sending the king and chair tumbling down the dune into the pit. He walks back down to see if he lived, and sees someone approaching...[/b]
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[b]It's a man in a red cloak. He carries a large sword on his back. He slowly approaches.[/b]
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/11/2016 5:03:17 AM[b]shepard watches his approach, dragging the soon to be corpse out of the ditch[/b] "Hey, Radriar"
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"You have no excuse for torture..."
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"Mental instability... Revenge.... Avengance for three lives..." [b]the stream of blood from his eyes intensifies at the last part[/b]
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"You... Murdered! His wife and child! They did nothing! And three lives isn't an excuse for torture."
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".... He took my fücking son... I can't forgive him for that... I've been blinded by hate, Andrew... I can't let him live... Also his wife's fine, she's in a closet."
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"What about his kid?"
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"The kid was a wisp.. I know what that man a Had to do to get to him... So I adopted him as my own... And he was taken from me... Alongside two of my closest friends, we are truly doomed now, and all at the hands of.. Him..." [b]the hand holding a .44 caliber revolver to the kings head begins to shake.[/b]
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"But that's still not a reason to torture him like this."
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"I-I can't just..... I can't just let him leave...."
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"He's suffered enough. Let him go."
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[b]his eyebrows furrow. His finger tenses around the trigger[/b] "I CANT LET THIS ABOMINATION ESCAPE, ANDREW! IM ENDING HIM... Just like he ended my kin...."
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"If he were an abomination, would he be whimpering and pleading for his life, exactly like a man would? If you kill him, your no better than him."
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[b]the gun shakes violently until it drops.[/b] "I'm a monster..." [b]the king bursts into tears of joy, rejoicing and attempting to escape his restraints[/b]
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"Don't even try to leave, bandit. I'll see to something special for you. Shepard, you're doing the right thing."
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[b]a demonic roar erupts from inside him, he throws a bag of rats at the dude and charges him with a clawed hand and Bowie knife [/b]
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[b]Riadriar holds his hands out, and Shepard stops. He cannot move, neither can anyone else, for that matter.[/b]
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[b]he tries to move [/b] "IM GONNA KILL HIM!" [b]he repeats, struggling to move[/b]
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[b]He can't.[/b] "No, you're not."
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"ILL DIE TRYING...." [b]the king freed himself and tries to run[/b]
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[b]No one. Can. Move.[/b] "No you won't."
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[b]oh, aight then.. He continues to struggle and eventually gives up, expecting a bullet to the head, or a sword to the neck[/b] "Fine.... Just do it..."
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"Do what?"
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"Shoot, cut, maim, throw into the nearest pit of corrosive acid and or magma.. Ya know, the stuff people do..."
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"Why?"
