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Mystic: Prologue + Ch. 1Mystic: Prologue + Chapter One
by Raynn Everheart
The empty cavern, dark and dreary, lay underground in unknown silence. Unknown besides a man by the name of Deuce, and his servants. One by the name of Damien, whom is the head, standing just below Deuce in power. This man, looking of the age 18, is quite quiet. Damien is more of the jittery type, but really can kill when in a dire situation. Deuce, on the other hand, is just the opposite in personality. The head of the Land of Misfortune, a place right below the Underworld. Only little souls are taken there. Deuce is quite a greedy man, looking of the age 30. He will kill with no hesitation and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. These two men are headstrong and passionate about their ways of life, those ways including keeping the world way out of balance.
The Lord of Darkness, Deuce clenched his hands together with an impatient spark in his dim amber eyes. He squeez
Long Live The King"Long live the king..."
It all flashed at that measly, tiny sentence. The simple four words practically drove a claw
through my heart.
My own brother.
Is this what he was plotting all along?
To kill me and take my place as king?
King- What about Simba? His sudden cry echoed in my ears. "No!" It made me let out a loud,
Everything flashed. My back hurts. Is my leg supposed to stick out this way? I'm bleeding.
It's all fading away.
Simba, never forget.
'I live in you.' Is what I would have said to him if I could make my jaws work. The little
sniffles of tears rolling down his tiny face broke my heart. I wanted to hold him
Goodbye Simba, I have to go. I guess it's my time.
Turning around, I padded off to join the great kings of the past.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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