Jeremy Blake is too old for the monster under his bed...but that won't stop it from killing him. Originally published by The Story Station, November 2009 Cover illustration: "The Nightmare" by Henry Fuseli, used under creative commons from www.athenaeum.org

The Ghost Town. The place we were thrown into, after we mercilesly killed the king. I will never call him MY king, for he never earned it. We killed him because we were supposed to be paid to do so. We are mercenaries. We are a team of deadly, well-trained people, and we do whatever we are told to do, for a fee. The money for killing the king was never transfered to us. We were played. We want revenge. It was easy to kill the guards that were left to keep us in the Ghost town, they weren't very well trained, atleast not like us. Life trained us to be merciless, brutal, blood-thirsty monsters. So thats what we became. Thats what we represented to humans and other creatures of this world. Now we rule this town, it's ours and no one dares to come to our territory unless they want us to do something for them. We are Crimson Melody, the most powerful mercenary team in the world, or should I dare to say, the deadliest.

Priča inspirirana jednom zanimljivom legendom =)

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