Creative Writing: Keine's False Killing

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

A police report was released over the death of Mark Fischbach. His brother, Sean Fischbach, was killed a few weeks ago being shot it the back. Mark wrote a note shortly before his death. The note read:

as Duncan goes into Manuel’s dorm he sees his gf changing he apologized and was starting to walk away until she grabbed his hand and brought him in the room with her. She shuts the door behind them before anyone could notice. As Duncan was trying to apologize Manuel’s gf didn’t want to hear it. Instead, she went on Duncan and whispered “this is what happens when you stare” then she takes her bra off as she starts to make out with Duncan. While this is all happening Duncan wanted to leave but then he was kinda enjoying the feeling of what was happing at that moment. For some reason, Manuel wasn’t what was on her mind anymore she just wanted to have Duncan… all of him… as she takes his pants off and finds out that Duncan was excited for what

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

Catt cried out as Dash shoved her to the side as he threw a fist at the charging assassin. The Egyptian swore in a foreign tongue as he dropped the ceremonial dagger in his hand. Dash wasted no time continuing his assault. He fell on top of his attacker and punched him several times.

"Probably not, Ash," Ethan sighed. He had always thought it'd be a SWAT team or a mob squad or some crazed villain that could come kicking down his door, not two kids with fetishes. Still, now was time to start phasing all of it somewhere else. He couldn't really call his Hollow secret now, could he? Well, it was arguable that he couldn't before, but now that two of the people involved in Bastion's suicide had found it, he'd need to move it. All of it. The very thought of the logistics of it gave him a headache.

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

“Dammit Billy , what has happened to you this time?” , said the redneck mother.

It’s was a hot Friday evening in California, with the sun glaring down at everyone and heat

"That road leads right to the prison" Trey objected. "Besides, if this works out right the road will be a mess afterward. We'll need the plow. We can't get them all with the beam. So do we shoot what's left"?

Look at the footprints across the vast area of the beach, so short in existence. Here one minute and gone the next, washed away with the ever turning tide. These footprints imprinted in the sand tell a story that is mine, the changes in my life thus far. A change that once impacted upon my life was never to be the same again. For just this one moment time would stand still. It was just me and the ocean, nothing more, nothing less, everything else but the rhythmic pounding of my feet upon the sand would lose significance. A sharp buzz rings out from the other side of my eyes, awakening me from the disturbing visions that plague my dreams. For a brief moment I am convinced that it is all it is, a nightmare, and then the reality

“Clark Reynolds, FBI!” Higgins shouts. He pauses, waiting for some kind of response. When there is none, he moves quickly, stepping in front of the rusted metal door and kicking it down. He strides

The game was tied at 77, with 51 seconds left. The Green Gators had possession of the ball. The crowd was cheering at the top of their lungs. The Green Gators were about to score a three pointer. He shot and the crowd went silent. The ball was sailing through the air, bounced off the rim and onto the floor. The crowd gasped in astonishment.

“He is the goblin general who has done a fine job uniting the goblin nation into a cohesive entity with direction and purpose.”

It’s 4:50 pm, Patrick Maloney is getting home from an exhausting day at work. Inside the home is Mary Maloney, Patrick’s wife. Mary, excited, greets her husband with a kiss and hangs up his coat. It seems like a normal Thursday night, but Patrick seems off, and Mary notices it. As Patrick drank his drink down in one gulp, Mary knew this was no ordinary Thursday night. Patrick sits her down and is straight forward with her, “I want to leave you” he said. He continues with the details as Mary sits there horrified.