Blood Gulch: A Short Story

Hearing this, the old man realized that her daughter wanted him to crawl into the cavity. Crawling into that small hole would be difficult, even with the old man’s short and slim body, but it was doable. All the memories, when he used to make her daughter do the same thing for him when she was little, came flooding into his mind. The image of her little daughter crying and begging him not to make her go inside those deep, dark caves seemed to flash before his eyes.

He turned to his friends and punched them softly in mockery. Understanding the situation, they began laughing too- them and all the bystanders. Demetri’s expression didn’t change. He wouldn’t run, he didn’t have the seed of fear for this man like he did for his master. He was not afraid of someone who was most likely a dimwit. Demetri would probably be able predict the things the man would do, predict even the things he would say in just a moment. “Do you want me to show you what a real punch is little slave?” Yes that, Demetri knew he would say just that.

Arthur kicked the Frenchman in the shins, "Bastard! So that was what your damn distraction

The first strike caught Syd off-guard. The beast intended a quick finish, though, the claw was barely deflected with his shield. “Close one.” He wiped blood from his cheek. A minor scratch. Syd was just glad the beast hadn’t been seconds faster.

I never thought that I would be standing here today, looking at this blood bath, knowing that someone who was so close to me could do something like this. I have solved a lot of crimes in my day, I’ve seen things that most people should never see. But this I knew would stick with me for the rest of my life. I had first arrived at the scene of the crime before a one else. I was going to wait for backup, but I knew I had to do this alone. I got out of my patrol car and headed up the front porch steps with my gun drown. The front door was wide open. I walked inside and immediately saw a woman lying face down in her own blood. I stepped over here and continued investigating. I heard a gunshot come from upstairs and I quickly hid behind the stairwell.

An explosion of energy surged through his muscles and all of a sudden, his hand hit something that was both soft and hard.

Don said boredly. Sometimes he wonders why he still has this job, he thought while straightening his name tag, it read Junior Park Ranger. Then came the boredom, nothing to do but study the maps and sit around the ticket stand. Hours past of looking at contour maps and reading magazines about the river flows of the Grand Canyon. Out of nowhere the door swung open, standing there were Devin, Jim, and his dog Rocky. They were good friends of Don. “Hey,

Parents stood tall in a half circle with their kids before them. Like black and white clothes everyone at the funeral was wearing a grim and grieving face. When it was the five-foot-eight 9th grader’s turn to speak, Derik spoke nervously,”What happened that night was not intended and just about the worst timing we could've had. Larry didn’t deserve the fate he was given. He deserved to live a long and happy life.” The audience of friends and family nodded their heads. The small crowd grouped in line to pay their respects to the young boy before his beautiful wood and gold trim coffin was lowered into the cold winter soil. One by one the group packed up and left. The only person that had been with Larry, when his life was taken away, knelt

Someone grabbed his shoulder and he swung out, nearly hitting Diana. Diana just grabbed his fist, before it could connect with her face. “Hey, watch those hands of fury, will you?” She released Dominick’s fist and held her fists up.

The cemetery is a very scary place when there is no one around. It is especially horrifying if it’s almost dark out. As I’m walking away, I turned around to say goodbye one last time. “See you later, Augustus.” As I’m walking down the paved road, I stumble on a tree branch, the luscious green leaves wilting away. “Are you serious!” I shout as my brand new jeans rip at the knee, blood starting to squirt all over. Well, there goes $50,” I moan.

I give her a look of annoyance, which she replies back with, “what? It’s not every day I see you throw a punch or two!”

HOW DARE YOU COME HERE, KNOWING PERFECTLY WELL THAT I WOULD PUNCH YOU?!" Lily roared, her temper showing.

She’d told him to stop it, but he didn’t. He became more insistent. His hands became more forceful. He told her to settle down and she’d enjoy it. Quit being such a prude. Angela turned and slapped him hard across his face while still trying to keep control of the wheel.

It wasn't bad enough for him to bleed out or stain everything in sight. His mom wouldn't be too happy about it. Today was a stressful day for everyone. She probably had the worst of it all. He got hit from multiple fronts, but could block it out. She didn't have the same luxury and one of her problems in possibly less than 300 feet away. Tight hands gripped around her pulling that same comforting hold. [b]"You need to tell me what is going on. I can't stop it if I don't know."[/b] No longer demanding, that calmed down and tired voice finally emerged. It showed the stress it was under and he just broke into her. His hand combed through her hair in soft and slow motions it was a dual action and was working on him some. [b]"If you don't want me to do anything, we can call the cops and file assault

His helm rolled with the blow, more shock than hurt darting across his faceplate. Maybe it was deserved, but he never would’ve expected Smokescreen to hit him over something. The slap itself didn’t really hurt, but Bumblebee knew he messed