Unseen dark hero set to get rid of the dark spirit that roam around this world, enigmatic, skillful in the art of snipping, but in this side of reality, he is targeting dark spirits. Monsters, goblin, ghoul, vampires and ware wolves are among his list of hits. He fears nothing, well except frogs. He has no alter ego, he lives in a very secret life, sometimes he is a part time professor, a hacker, a plumber, or anyone he wish he would be. Armed with his ultimate weapon, his sniper rifle he christened “Jericho” and cloak on his blessed ghillie suit, he stalked, he waits, and he aims, and pulls the trigger. For an ordinary sniper its “one shot, one kill”, he always chuckle on it saying to himself, “How do you kill the undead?” This book tells us the life of a dark spirit sniper as told by him, chronicled and hidden from the eyes of ordinary men, until now.
The Alley
The conditions are typical in a metro. Everybody is busy minding their own. People walking and bumping shoulders with other people, the train is pack with people like sardines in a can, well you get it. However, this is not so very typical in the metro. On a dark alley, there walks a woman. Traffic stopper look is an understatement in this predicament. Moreover, as anyone could predict, in most dark alley lies predators – thugs lurking for a kill. They grab her by the arms and legs. They almost tore her dress but they are in for a rude shock! This traffic stopper suddenly turned into a hideous freak, a she werewolf.
One thug got his throat slash and almost cut his head off. With the sight of blood spraying around the alley, which turned into a red-blood alley, the other thugs, ran for their lives! Nevertheless, who could outrun a werewolf! The second thug, though his chest is like an armored truck, got it rip open and the freak chow it down. The last thug standing, praying accepting his faith was bitten by the she werewolf, as if saving the best for last sort of. Then a sizzling sound swished right through them both freak and almost dead thug! The she werewolf slumped and fall face smacked on the ground. An unearthly blood flowed out her lifeless carcass. The thug, though almost could hear his dying heartbeat rejoiced for he was save! Then came another round entering between his eyes and exiting behind his head, well was his head a minute ago… A about a couple of blocks away, there an oddly shape forming within the garbage heap above an abandoned building. There he lay motionless for a brief moment, then he retracts the bolt of his snipping rifle Jericho and the empty brass shell flew out the chamber. He loads it again as he pushed the bolt and a fresh silver bullet was in the chamber of the barrel. He squints a little and scans the metro in his scope. He is an unnamed sniper that guards the people from the dark forces, evil spirits and freaks. When the darkness fell, he tangos with it with his snipping rifle. This turns the tide. There is no dark forces that can hide from him. He is the Dark Sniper! This is his untold story.
Dark Friday
He was only around five when he saw the only thing that gave him purpose … to kill them all!
It was storming and the wind blew almost all the hell around his hometown. It was actually the start of the dark plan from hell. The gates of hell were open and all monstrous, hideous, gnawing and awful crawling things walk out that God damned hole from the ground. All that has claws, sharp teeth and wolf-like things, all GOD forsaken things came out!
Nevertheless, despite the fact of the howling of things, burning of human corpses, living and non-living things scattered around in the battleground, these were all in nullity of life. He stared hopeless, helpless, and lifeless as that big black wolf man ate his only love. Flesh by flesh, bones by bones, and spirit by spirit … he saw it all. All of it! What remains in his mind was her last words … “I love you, run!”. It was a Good Friday when it all happened. It was the darkest Friday in his life.
