The untold tales of The Dead Men

A Man in a Mask # 9

"Do you like the new look Vex" Even the voice was the same. "This was a tough one to get, he put up quite a fight."
"Larakin?!" Dexter gasped
"Yes! Well no but close enough, right."
Dexter couldn't open his mouth.
"Your impressed I can tell."
Dexter just stared, he could feel the anger boiling up.
"I like this face much better than that mortals, she didn't even put up a fight, pathetic really."
Dexter slowly stumbled to he's feet.
"You." Vex was livid. He was sweating, shacking even. "You killed larakin! Then TOOK HIS FACE?!"

The face stealer thew his arms in the air "Well done Mr Vex!" He was laughing "You really are a smart one"

Dexter roared and rushed at him but the man batted him away like a fly.
Dexter fell, hitting the back of his head on a tree.

The man bent down in front of Dexter.
"I was a necromancer you know, in my younger years. But while the others where playing shadow puppets I was researching, experimenting. When my time finally came, my magic formed into something new, a mixture between the necromancer and adept disciplines. And so this beautiful wonder before you was born."

Dexter spat in his face.

"Now that wasn't very nice" The copy cat said as he wiped the spit from his face.

"It wasn't supposed to be" Vex said with a smile

The man punched him in the nose and Dexter recoiled.

"Now now Vex don't be to down. Knowing all my tricks will soon be the least of your problems." He hesitated. "Because you know, you'll be dead."

Dexter closed his eyes. Waiting for the the final blow. This wasn't how he wanted to go out. He never experienced the joys of life. He never slept with that girl he like. He never told Saracen he had slept with that red head He liked. He never got his drink.

A sudden crack whipped through the air.

A moment passed.

Dexter opened one of his eyes. He wasn't dead. Weird.

Dexter blinked at the man face down in a pool of his own blood.
Skulduggery helped Dexter to his feet.
"Just in the nick of time." Skullduggery said
"I had it completely under control." Dexter grunted.
"Sure you did." Ghastly said

Erskine bent down and poked the dead body with a stick.

"And they said it would be hard to kill Mevolent's most talented hit man." Ravel said.

Dexter shot him a tired look.
Erskine started to laugh, then Saracen was joining in, it was spreading like a disease and soon the whole Dead Men where laughing.

"Come on" Ghastly said "Dexter still hasn't had his drink and il kill him if he mentions it one more time."
"I think I knocked out the barman." Skulduggery said
Ghastly shook his head "This is why we can't have nice things."

They rode out of the woods back down the dirt road. The sun was setting and it cast a sheet of pinks and purples across the sky. In the heat of the wild wild west the Dead Men rode to their salvation. After a long long day.

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Finished!
This is just a republish.
I made some changes and clipped a few things. Hope you enjoyed it.