((Alright guys?? Hope You Don't Mind Me Jumping In At Page 8. I Read Through It All Though And Its Going Good... A Little... Too Smooth
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(This is quite a violent scene but I was hoping to add a villain to it if thats cool?? It doesn't interfear with the rpg so I can always just not continue Rourke if needs be)
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Rourke
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A single light emits around an extremely dark room. The walls are solid concrete with gashes taken out of them. Thin gashes like someone had taken a blade to them. The candle almost extinguishes because of the screams of a boy who appears to be pinned to the wall, by nothing. He has two open wounds in both of his shoulders as blood is trickling down his torn white t-shirt. Slash marks across his stomach are visible through the holes also left behind. Stood in front of him is another boy, around 18 years old. He has a shaven head with a large scar on the back. He has an extremely angry look on his face as he starts shouting.
Rourke: "You were warned were you not? Stay... Away... From ME!!!"
A slit forms across the boys neck pinned to the wall. All of a sudden, his shoulders move as if something is being pulled out of them and the boy drops to the floor. Rourke, who had been shouting at him tilts his head to the side as if he is confused by the actions of the boy bleeding out on the floor.
Rourke was about 6'9" and very muscular. He wore a black short sleeve tight fit t-shirt that his muscles bulged in. He also wore dark jeans but no socks or shoes. He walked over to what was now a corpse on the floor and picked him up in his right hand by his head. Casually, he walked over to a door and opened it.
Stood on the other side of the door was quite a small man.
Tasker: Not another one Rourke... you do realize what this means don't you?
Rourke stopped dead in his tracks. A look of sheer terror spread across his face and he began to plead.
Rourke: No! It wasn't my fault. He attacked me. I Swear it wasn't even me I didn't realize what had happened until it was too late!
The small man shook his head.
Tasker: Oh Rourke, you know better than to lie to me. Now it will be worse.
Rourke stepped back and dropped the corpse whos head had now nearly completely been decapitated.
Rourke: No! NO! NO! NO! I refuse to take the blame. There will be no punishment and there will be no more pain. I have come so close to controlling it now. I REFUSE TO take the blame. I'm practically a victim. I RE-FUSE... TO TAKE... THE BLAME!!!
Rourke stood there shaking, the old man simply smiled. From Rourkes view, the blades that twisted and poked from his skin were going haywire. He was getting ready to kill and his instinct was about to take over. To anyone else it just looked like two people and a corpse. Tasker however broadened his smile.
Tasker: I am sorry... But it has already begun.
The door slammed shut. The flame inside Rourke's room extinguished. Rourke put his back against the wall.
Rourke: COME ON THEN!! LETS HAVE YOU!!!
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Puddle
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A small chubby green man stumbled through the canteen. His hair was long and purple. He stumbled over a chair in the canteen and made his way to the kebabs.
Puddle: Ex-ex-cuse me mate. Can I get a chicken kebab?
The guy behind the counter looked at him.
Kebab shop owned: Your leatherd mate. I think you should go to bed.
Puddle looked offended and grabbed a randomer from next to him.
Puddle: Can you believe this guy? Thinks he's all that. Thinks he can take advantage of my pockets because he thinks that i've had one tooooooo many. Well let me tell you a little story...
The randomer pushes his off and carries on walking.
Puddle: Oh how friendly.
His attention is quickly turned back to the kebab counter.
Puddle: Ex-ex-cuse me mate. Can I get a chicken kebab?
The guy behind the counter just shakes his head and nudge his mate.
Kebab Shop owner: Lets see how long we can get him to sit there and wait.
He turns back to Puddle.
Kebab Shop Owner: Sure mate. Just take a seat and we'll shout you when its ready.
Puddle smiles.
Puddle: Why thank you very much. You're very helpful.
He turns around and falls flat on his face. Pulling himself up he scrambles to a chair and sits watching the two kebab owners make fun of him. Not long after, he falls asleep.
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