Post by lionheart on Aug 13, 2010 22:42:43 GMT -6
All the televisions on this night seemed to be on the same channel, people in bars and walking past shops on the street stopped and listened.
A young blonde wearing a blue dress shirt is sitting behind a desk and is reading the evening news.
" The night is a little bit safer tonight, as we come to this breaking story, In Sherman Just north of the Dallas/Fort Worth area. A cabal of Witches has been exterminated by court order for the killings of three young men threw the use of magic. Our sources can not give us anymore information about the killings but a local officer did speak to us saying quote, " What ever evil S O Bs that did this need to be taken car of fast."
Federal Marshal Victor Black was the Federal Marshal that carried out the court order.
He was caught on tape by a local man with his cell phone:
A jumpy video fills the screen, as shortish man wearing a dark cowboy hat and a long leather duster is walking away from a small burning house. Cop cars are every wear sirens flashing against the night.
"Briefly in this video we see Federal Marshal Victor Black leaving the small ranch house where the witches where found, we will give you more on this story as it comes."
Victor shakes his head as walks past the people on the street glued to television in the store window. He strolls into a small cafe, the sign outside in flickering neon lights says "Stacie's Breakfast Open 24 Hours." He looks at the Brown haired waitress behind the counter and a smile fills his scared face.
"Heya Rose, can I get a coffee?"
The brown haired women looks up at him. The white shirt and and green apron seem to be pulled tight over her breasts, her slightly overweight hips cock to one side.
"Course luv, plenty o cream and sugar?"
Victor nods and sits down in one of the booths next to the window.
Victor takes his hat off. He holds the dark leather Stetson in his hand picking a napkin off the table and begins to wipe the soot off the band.
Arcane marks surround the hat on the hand tooled leather band marks that to any normal person would just be some cool designs.
Victor though wasn't normal and he knew the symbols, he knew them well, and tonight they saves his life. The symbols where tooled in the Mkhedruli Alphabet and detailed the construction of a mental shield. One of the witches tried and failed to force her way into Victor's Mind. She Crashed her power over him twice and on the second try Victor shot her chest and she crumpled to the ground. Guilt slowly began to creep its way into Victor's thoughts.
He shook his head as if to clear it.
"No Victor she had to die they all had or they would have tortured another boy to death." He whispered to himself.
A young blonde wearing a blue dress shirt is sitting behind a desk and is reading the evening news.
" The night is a little bit safer tonight, as we come to this breaking story, In Sherman Just north of the Dallas/Fort Worth area. A cabal of Witches has been exterminated by court order for the killings of three young men threw the use of magic. Our sources can not give us anymore information about the killings but a local officer did speak to us saying quote, " What ever evil S O Bs that did this need to be taken car of fast."
Federal Marshal Victor Black was the Federal Marshal that carried out the court order.
He was caught on tape by a local man with his cell phone:
A jumpy video fills the screen, as shortish man wearing a dark cowboy hat and a long leather duster is walking away from a small burning house. Cop cars are every wear sirens flashing against the night.
"Briefly in this video we see Federal Marshal Victor Black leaving the small ranch house where the witches where found, we will give you more on this story as it comes."
Victor shakes his head as walks past the people on the street glued to television in the store window. He strolls into a small cafe, the sign outside in flickering neon lights says "Stacie's Breakfast Open 24 Hours." He looks at the Brown haired waitress behind the counter and a smile fills his scared face.
"Heya Rose, can I get a coffee?"
The brown haired women looks up at him. The white shirt and and green apron seem to be pulled tight over her breasts, her slightly overweight hips cock to one side.
"Course luv, plenty o cream and sugar?"
Victor nods and sits down in one of the booths next to the window.
Victor takes his hat off. He holds the dark leather Stetson in his hand picking a napkin off the table and begins to wipe the soot off the band.
Arcane marks surround the hat on the hand tooled leather band marks that to any normal person would just be some cool designs.
Victor though wasn't normal and he knew the symbols, he knew them well, and tonight they saves his life. The symbols where tooled in the Mkhedruli Alphabet and detailed the construction of a mental shield. One of the witches tried and failed to force her way into Victor's Mind. She Crashed her power over him twice and on the second try Victor shot her chest and she crumpled to the ground. Guilt slowly began to creep its way into Victor's thoughts.
He shook his head as if to clear it.
"No Victor she had to die they all had or they would have tortured another boy to death." He whispered to himself.
