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Blood Soaked — Kenneth Guthrie
Sinner 1: Blood Soaked (The Sinner Series part 1)
The Sinner stalks the night preying on the criminals that occupy his list. Tonight through the eyes of men he will hunt for the thing that something deep inside tells him he must find. In one action packed evening, he will leave Mexican and Italian mobsters in critical care in mass. "A nightmare recorded and categorized. This is double-proof fiction."
This story is about 3500 words.
"Where is it?"
The gravel stained voice of an enraged animal put fear into the heart of this long time perp. Franky started to stutter out that he didn't know what the man was talking about and that the man would have to try someone else, but that wasn't going to work. He knew this kind of man - he thought he was this sort of man until he met the real thing. This one would not take no for an answer.
The red eye came closer. Frank realized that it was more than just the light in the alleyway or some illusion. This guy's eye was actually glowing. It was a nasty red color that made Franky somehow a little sick.
He hung in the alleyway choking, hoping for some sort of inspiration. Nothing came and the hand dug into the sides of his neck as he turned red.
Surprisingly, the hand released him and he fell to the ground to cough up wades of spittle into the trash that lined the little space.
The black coat of the man brushed Frank's face as whoever this guy was turned to leave.
Frank choked for a long time before getting up again. He had no idea why he was still alive. That man had been on the verge of killing him - he had felt his intent - but had chosen not too; things didn't fit well in his mind. If it had been him on the giving end he would have killed the man he was holding up with only one hand.
The man could of and didn't and that scared Franky. Something was afoot and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be involved in it.
He picked up the case from the ground. The strangler hadn't taken that either. It all felt wrong (1,000,000 in drug money wasn't such a small prize).
He limped into the street. No one in either direction. He hot stepped it to his car. He was going to deliver this damn thing and then take a little holiday out of town while whatever was going on cooled down. It seemed the best decision at the time.
If you found this sample to be interesting or enjoyed this piece, why not consider looking into my Sin Series (Search: Sin 1: Hell's Gates Kenneth Guthrie.) It's the humorous story of a detective with a brittle edge that bridges the humorous fantasy and action/thriller genres.
The Sinner stalks the night preying on the criminals that occupy his list. Tonight through the eyes of men he will hunt for the thing that something deep inside tells him he must find. In one action packed evening, he will leave Mexican and Italian mobsters in critical care in mass. "A nightmare recorded and categorized. This is double-proof fiction."
- Violent Action Genre.
- Supernatural killer.
- New series.
- Criminals vs. Super Killer.
- Searching for item.
- 'The List'.
This story is about 3500 words.
"Where is it?"
The gravel stained voice of an enraged animal put fear into the heart of this long time perp. Franky started to stutter out that he didn't know what the man was talking about and that the man would have to try someone else, but that wasn't going to work. He knew this kind of man - he thought he was this sort of man until he met the real thing. This one would not take no for an answer.
The red eye came closer. Frank realized that it was more than just the light in the alleyway or some illusion. This guy's eye was actually glowing. It was a nasty red color that made Franky somehow a little sick.
He hung in the alleyway choking, hoping for some sort of inspiration. Nothing came and the hand dug into the sides of his neck as he turned red.
Surprisingly, the hand released him and he fell to the ground to cough up wades of spittle into the trash that lined the little space.
The black coat of the man brushed Frank's face as whoever this guy was turned to leave.
Frank choked for a long time before getting up again. He had no idea why he was still alive. That man had been on the verge of killing him - he had felt his intent - but had chosen not too; things didn't fit well in his mind. If it had been him on the giving end he would have killed the man he was holding up with only one hand.
The man could of and didn't and that scared Franky. Something was afoot and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be involved in it.
He picked up the case from the ground. The strangler hadn't taken that either. It all felt wrong (1,000,000 in drug money wasn't such a small prize).
He limped into the street. No one in either direction. He hot stepped it to his car. He was going to deliver this damn thing and then take a little holiday out of town while whatever was going on cooled down. It seemed the best decision at the time.
If you found this sample to be interesting or enjoyed this piece, why not consider looking into my Sin Series (Search: Sin 1: Hell's Gates Kenneth Guthrie.) It's the humorous story of a detective with a brittle edge that bridges the humorous fantasy and action/thriller genres.
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