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“Is this true?” The man whispered, not wanting to get his hopes up.
The two intimidating men nodded in their polished looking suits. “Reports have been made there,” one of them spoke.
“The reports?”
The other man nodded. “Yes sir, the time has come, the book has been found.”
“You’d better be correct,” the man whispered threateningly. “Or I won’t take it to kindly to dead ends.”
“Were sure.”
The man in the chair sighed as he looked up at a very old painting. “Years and years have passed when my ancestors spent their whole life searching for that book. My great granddaddy dedicated his whole life. ‘We’ll find it’, that’s what he always said, ‘were the new generation, nothing’s gonna stop us’.”
The man’s eyes glittered with greed. “I never thought the day would come…where I, Yalinso Ferfarther, would avenge my great grandaddy and find his precious book.”
One of the men shifted his foot. “Is it true? What this book can do?”
The man grinned, showing his yellow teeth. “Of course it’s true boy! You’d better apologize for doubting your family’s legacy! If you had asked that question when I were still a mere child, well, they would’ve roasted ya!”
The man bowed his head. “Sorry…it’s just what you speak of, it sounds to wonderful to exist.”
“Don’t speak that way when you are in our house!” The man snapped. “Your whole darn ancestors spent their whole life looking for it, I suggest you be silent while you still have the privilege to live.”
A few seconds passed and the man laid back in his chair. “Well? Where is it?”
One of them cleared their throat. “Chapening’s Den, sir.”
The man took a sharp breath. “Where the traitor was killed?”
The other nodded, “one reported that a storm occurred on the very ocean where she died.”
The man looked shaken, and very very scary. His smile was full of horrible promises, his eyes light up by a savage hope, doomed to ruin his pathetic existence.
“Then it is time, we will go as soon as we can, and search for the devil’s who’ve taken our book. Hurry boys, pack yours and the rest’s stuff, we will leave on the next flight.”
“Sir?”
“What?”
The man nervously took of his hat. “What if the caretakers of the book are not what we expected?”
The man in the chair shrugged. “They took our book, we’ll take it back. I don’t care if it’s a dumb dog, the caretakers will be silenced, it’s the only way for us to get that book and keep it. History changes, but ways do not.”
The man in the chair looked at the two men standing up. “We will do this the old fashion way. Which takes time, and a lot of blood. Be ready.”
Knowing they were dismissed they quickly left, the man in the chair took out his pocket watch, and studied it for a long while.
“It has been found…” he paused. “And the traitor is dead.”
Meanwhile…
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“Is this true?” The man whispered, not wanting to get his hopes up.
The two intimidating men nodded in their polished looking suits. “Reports have been made there,” one of them spoke.
“The reports?”
The other man nodded. “Yes sir, the time has come, the book has been found.”
“You’d better be correct,” the man whispered threateningly. “Or I won’t take it to kindly to dead ends.”
“Were sure.”
The man in the chair sighed as he looked up at a very old painting. “Years and years have passed when my ancestors spent their whole life searching for that book. My great granddaddy dedicated his whole life. ‘We’ll find it’, that’s what he always said, ‘were the new generation, nothing’s gonna stop us’.”
The man’s eyes glittered with greed. “I never thought the day would come…where I, Yalinso Ferfarther, would avenge my great grandaddy and find his precious book.”
One of the men shifted his foot. “Is it true? What this book can do?”
The man grinned, showing his yellow teeth. “Of course it’s true boy! You’d better apologize for doubting your family’s legacy! If you had asked that question when I were still a mere child, well, they would’ve roasted ya!”
The man bowed his head. “Sorry…it’s just what you speak of, it sounds to wonderful to exist.”
“Don’t speak that way when you are in our house!” The man snapped. “Your whole darn ancestors spent their whole life looking for it, I suggest you be silent while you still have the privilege to live.”
A few seconds passed and the man laid back in his chair. “Well? Where is it?”
One of them cleared their throat. “Chapening’s Den, sir.”
The man took a sharp breath. “Where the traitor was killed?”
The other nodded, “one reported that a storm occurred on the very ocean where she died.”
The man looked shaken, and very very scary. His smile was full of horrible promises, his eyes light up by a savage hope, doomed to ruin his pathetic existence.
“Then it is time, we will go as soon as we can, and search for the devil’s who’ve taken our book. Hurry boys, pack yours and the rest’s stuff, we will leave on the next flight.”
“Sir?”
“What?”
The man nervously took of his hat. “What if the caretakers of the book are not what we expected?”
The man in the chair shrugged. “They took our book, we’ll take it back. I don’t care if it’s a dumb dog, the caretakers will be silenced, it’s the only way for us to get that book and keep it. History changes, but ways do not.”
The man in the chair looked at the two men standing up. “We will do this the old fashion way. Which takes time, and a lot of blood. Be ready.”
Knowing they were dismissed they quickly left, the man in the chair took out his pocket watch, and studied it for a long while.
“It has been found…” he paused. “And the traitor is dead.”
Meanwhile…
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope you enjoyed! Comments and fans would be lovely!*
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store next door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say Sheep Vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I love the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with sheep that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into sheep vampires that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coke left from an year ago shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or you shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, or things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if you die from laughter, or possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
Or was it Apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
Or was it Apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!