"What do you mean, nothing?" I ask, genuinely irritated. "You're telling me, you literally are out of stock of arrows? Of any kind?"
The prick behind the counter just shrugs off my tone. "Sorry, will have some in two weeks from now." He's sitting on a little dinky stool, and reads the daily paper. The twat hasn't even looked at me.
I mumble, "I almost forgot why I left." I sigh in exasperation. "Do you have any arrowheads at least?"
This guy is a total slob. His fat, greasy body enough to upset even the strongest of stomachs. He missed a few buttons on his tropical shirt and he wears the largest size tracksuit pants he can fit into. Meet Frank. The store owner of Frankie's hunting and camping supplies. "No, sorry sir."
"Christ Frank. You're killing me."
I walk out into the cool northern air and take a deep breath of fresh air. I haven't seen or spoken to Solomon's parents yet. I just need to look around for any clues or something, anything that would help me understand the his last days.
My phone rings. I answer it. "Hello?"
A modulated voice comes through. "You know, it's cute how you're going to see your friends parents, and give them your condolences."
"Who are you? Why do you hide behind a faux voice?"
"You know? It's more lethal to stab someone in the chest, then the back?"
"What are yo-" The line goes dead and I swear colourfully. Slowly, I walk to the town cemetery. Although I'm a sadistic and extremely handsome super villain, I still feel a little bit of empathy. The cemetery is small, and the approaching dusk gives it an eerie feel. Some of the grave stones are hundreds of years old, dating back to '53. I find the Kane family.
"Hi Jen, Mick. I'm sorry about your son." I stand in front of their graves. "He shouldn't have died like that." My neck starts to tighten and a tear runs down my cheek. "He was a good man." I raise shaky hands to my face and rub my cheeks. "I did not deserve his friendship." I look up at the heavens. "But I'm glad he didn't see it that way." I smile sadly and walk to the nearest inn. "I need a coffee."
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Hell Raiser
Action(Warning: Graphic violence, sexual references and course language. May make some readers uncomfortable.) He's not your usual hero. He's a super villain with a sadistic personality. And he truly only hates one person. But when a mysterious figure sta...
