| dragonjake |
05-18-2010 12:30 PM |
this is my english work, my original writing
Jake’s revenge
In a dark, gloomy ally, Jake waits. For all his life he suffered the death of his parents. “Where is this guy?” He growls under his breath, “Its time to die.” He has a quick peek for the guy he’s waiting for but there’s no sign of him, “for god sake, I want him dead!”
He loses his temper punching the wall “When I want him dead he never comes this way.” #
At that moment he hears footsteps approaching, and thinks, here he comes. With that he pulls out a long silver dagger about the size of a cucumber, as sharp as a razor blade. As the footsteps get nearer he gets ready to kill like a wild tiger, then he leaps out on his prey who is an innocent looking man but deep down he’s out to kill. The man is wearing a long brown trench coat but is wearing a tie and is carrying a suitcase. He’s was about five foot nine with short brown hair, sea blue eyes.
“Well hello Mike,” Jake jests.
Jake is a six foot five inch giant who always wears a black hoody under his big leather jacket that is close to just touching the floor. He wears black jeans with big black working boots, with long black hair that is just under his shoulder line and a stare worse than a lion’s.
“J…J…Jake, I…I thought you died, I…I…I was t…told you killed your self.”
“So you never wondered what I did to myself. No you knew I wasn’t dead. HA! Useless mortal thought you would get away with what you’ve done, YOU DISGRACE ME.”
Then Jake thrust his dagger in the spleen of Mike “Goodnight.”
He tears his dagger up Mike’s body “That’s one off my list, now to find the other four. He deserved it for killing my family and friends when I was a kid….. son of a bitch. Now all I have to do it take out the rest.”
He drags the body into the shadows cleaning up all evidence; “Let’s see the police find me now.”
He sits cleaning his dagger thinking of all the good times then climes the nearest building and sits there with the cool breeze blowing on his body then he sees a flash “I’m not stopping until they’re dead, they will all die. I wouldn’t have to do it if the law was to do it, but they don’t have proof, they want proof, I’m the bloody proof.”
Hearing a rumble with no warning it starts to chuck it down with rain.
“OH BLOODY BRILLIANT!” He sighs and stands there looking in to the distance, “well it’s only rain it won’t kill me.”
It starts to hail heavily and that type that when it hits you it flaming stings. As if you cut yourself but Jake is not human because he was granted the spirit of a demon witch makes him half demon and half human so he can die it just takes loads more too kill him.
“Oh now it’s bloody hailing just my luck,” he stands looking then in the distance he hears police sirens, “pfff, the crappie police.”
The police come whizzing around the corner “FREEZE DON’T MOVE” Jake just casually looks at them “ huh or what” the police look confused “OR WE’LL SHOOT DUMB ASS” then Jake jumps off the roof, hits the floor “be my guest.” The police look around at each then look back and see Jake moving closer so they open fire, when they run out of bullets they wait and see Jake on the floor “target neutralised” but as they turn around they see something moving and when they turn around they see Jake slowly getting up but he’s injured and when they reload he runs down a dark ally and disappears.
Then he reappears in the same ally “I knew these black cloths would come in handy” then he ran up the building when he got to the top he felt a sudden breeze on his neck “huh, ghost aren’t real” as he turns around he’s sees a dark figure sanding behind him.
By Jacob Davis
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