Creative Writing: The Assassination

But don't kill him till he talks Wolf will signal when he talks.” Duke says while twirling a bloody knife in his hand.

“You okay in there?” concern for his well being this is a trip he thinks to himself. Keeping me hostage feeding him and taking care of his wounds but not revealing themselves. Hunter just shakes his head and replies.

the out of order fox? I'm fucking screwed". You checked the cameras, and then put it down and relaxed. forgetting to check The Pirates Cove. You were currently spinning around in the chair until you heard footsteps, and goddamn they were fast.

“I don’t know. Tabitha took off with him a few hours before you guys showed up.”

As he flew by them he cried out "Ill be seeing you two later" with a vengful menacing sounding voice only the fox posessed.

“ Are you sure? I was standing right close. I could hear him gasping for breath.”

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

Hoping that no crowd of friends are watching, the fox takes a running leap for for the wall.

behind him. He saw the small black camera peering down at him, he stared into it for a second and then headed back to the Foxbridge Transportation Shop. The rest of the day went by slower than usual, Hunter found himself repeating “Foxbridge is safe, Foxbridge is safe.” At six o'clock a voice on the intercom boomed through the town saying, “Citizens of Foxbridge, you may return to your homes at this time. And remember Foxbridge is

'Darn!' Lord Fox swore again. 'I’m low on staff right now. Alexander and Fen are tied up in the Chalk Pit. They can’t do it without my help. I can’t ask Aunt Eliza or the other ladies. That just leaves you and Mr Duck.'

You opened your eyes with a determined glare just to see an outraged Foxy and hovering Mangle at the now broken window panel. An unsatisfied growl escaped Foxy's mouth before rolling his pupils to the back of his mechanical skull; showing vacant eyes. "So yer back, (Y/N)? How unfortunate that 'tis be your last night!" Foxy's eyes steamed and pounced directly towards you, ignoring Springtrap whom was trying to block him from you.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

“Yeah?” I ask as he stops in front of me. “You just killed a demon.” He says with a shocked look on his face. I look at his arms for any marks.

“Empty, aside from MacBride’s body lying at the bottom of the stairs with a broken neck.