Title: Fire of Hell

Rating: PG-13 – R

Mood: Angst/Drama

Summery: Some things about this world are better left in the dark.Others remain unseen.

Author: Ashley Kligerman

Current Status: Incomplete

A wadded up piece of paper bounced off the rim of the trash can sitting outside of the small coffee house on 7th street. A young man about 4 feet away had muttered a few choices of words then went over to the bin to throw it out. He looked back over to his shoulder to the redone coffee shop. It was a wreck before, but after the new owner in town showed up it was a place to be in. Before it had been a place for old people to just sit around and gulp down really bad tasting drinks. Now it had an arcade, dance floor, and the same old bar for the same old people. Now all they did was complain about everything.

He brushed back his sandy blonde hair away from his eyes. He had just moved into this new city. And already it bored him to no extend. Though he was glad the reaction The Pub had gotten from these crazy people. His father was the one to buy this shop, and had means to transform it into a place worth something. He had seen what it was and it boggled his mind as to why anyone would want to be here.

A small noise caught his attention behind him. He was reaching for the weapon he had always carried with him and turned around. He put back the offensive object back and crossed his arms over his chest. His shocking ice-blue eyes had almost gone out of their socket when he saw the thing he never thought he would for a very long while. Even though of the fact, he managed to keep his composure on the outside.

"I see that I wasn't so hard to track down as I thought I was. Well, for you guys anyway." He continued to glare at the figure that was standing just a mere 2 feet away from his position. He didn't want to be faced with these problems, and he didn't know who they sent this time. All he could see was the outline of a male, even from that fact he knew who that was. The markings were clearly on the cloak that this dark shadow was wearing for protection from the bitter cold on the street.

"We have a new mission for you and your father." It spoke as it stepped in closer. The sandy haired man never liked to get this close to these things. They might sound human, but they aren't. He always thought of them as being nothing more then some sort of machine with flesh and bones. And in a sense, is what they were. Creepy was the main word that could explain these things. Skin of that of a reptile, and its smell was the worst. It was like the smell of an animal, one that had just made a kill. Its jaw was misshaped, and it had topside to it, in the way it walked. Hunched over and its arms had always swayed when it moved.

"What is it this time?" He took a step back as the creature tried to approach him. "And I'd stay back where you are. I like to be as far away from you things as possible." He then heard a small grunt sound being emitted from the figure. He wanted to shut his eyes and pretend that this ungodly thing wasn't here. Every time he had, it never happened. He could almost sense it; he could smell the rotten stench was all around him.

A killer he could stand, even a politician. He always itched for his gun around those things. Sure someone who killed was bad, but usually in this time and world they were trained to act like that from birth. Those other people however . . . chose that path. And they might not be evil, he just couldn't stand them. No more then he did a lawyer.

It seemed to hiss out. "Here are your orders from the Provider."

He then tossed out a pale yellow envelope and turned and moved as if he had disappeared. If anything he was glad to see it gone. All it did was giving him the creeps. He went back inside; to get away from the bitter cold he had been out in. And from the smell that still lingered from the visit.

Tearing open the envelope a file and a picture had fallen out. He had his mission, all he had to do now was inform his father and proceed. Hopefully this would be one of the last times that he would have to face those things. He wished that it could be done, but with his life . . . there was no way out.

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