Revenge

[Dumb_Commander]

Revenge

 

It's not sweet, It's painful.

~Frank Granon

 

---Part I

 

*Flashback*

 

"You betrayed us, you told the cops where we are, you heroin sniffing asshole." Said John to me while taking out his pistol and aiming at my head, then he continued. "Your never gonna betray any of us anymore, my gun will take care of that. I was high at that time and I didn't even felt the shot, the hollow tipped bullet entering my brain, making a big mess. I only knew I was dead, when everything turned black.

 

*Flashback ends*

 

hI awake in a very confined space, and recognize it, i was in a coffin, a uncomfortable one. Somehow I was strong, very strong, because I punched though the coffin's casket with ease without even felling pain, then I did it again and again, until I had a big enough hole, but I was greeted by cold earth. I began digging through with ease, not even noticing the black earth falling into my eyes.

 

Minutes later i was on surface, I was in an cemetery near the place where I died, plus, one man was standing near my grave and was laughing maniacally. "Ha ha ha ha , yes I did, I did it..." I interrupted him by punching him squarely into the face, I a little underestimated my strength and he dropped dead on the damp mud with a punched in face.

 

He was wearing an grayed out thrench coat that was covered with patching, it seems that the trench coat suffered some beating, i took it from the man and then dressed into it. Out of pure reflex i headed to the small pond that was in the graveyard to drink a little water, I was startled when i saw the relfection in the water. A whited out skull with red coming from the empty eye holes and a bullet hole in my head.

 

"What the f*** is going on?" I asked myself while turning away from the pond.

 

---Part II

 

For the last five days I've been hiding in lots of places where the civies wouldn't see me and I learned something about that guy I killed in the cemetery, Andrew Cobweb an insane patient that escaped from the mental facility, he has an obsession about everything related to necromancy and so on.

 

I also found out why I killed him, the book I found in one of the trench coat's large pockets, said something about... that if the user of necromantic spells is mentally unstable or has forgotten the main part of the spell... exactly one drop of your own blood has to be used to gain totally control of the person you've resurrected.

 

Andrew forgot that and paid for that, with his own life. Since the second day of my hiding I found out that i can look differently on other people, you probably won't belive me, but I see the aura of each person and know what personality he has or in what mood he is.

 

As far as I know, a year passed since I died and the preps I was working with were still making hell in this city, tough at a much larger scale. I decided to make a suprise meeting with my traitorous friends.

 

---Part III

 

I found their hideout in the following 2 days, considering that I don't get tired of walking and other pfysical things. They had an abandoned warehouse in the docks, B-14.

 

*Current Time*

 

I aproached the warehouse at night, because at that time I had the advantage over living persons. As I aproached one of the doors I heard a radio playing and someone was speaking inside. "Yeehaw, we're rich. I could go on the Bahamas and build a frigin mansion there." I instantly recognized Bob, he was pyromaniac and a high explosive expert, who want's to live like there's no tomorrow.

 

I knocked and the response was that I got a shot seven times, suprisingly the shots only scratched my bones. Then I heard John screaming at someone. "Geez, Kate stop shooting, it's probably Jackson coming back with the pizza. Now go open the door" Ah, Kate, I know her a blonde babe with a rather nasty accuracy, plus a nasty gun named Desert Eagle and some grenades that she loves to use.

 

After some moments the door opened and I faced Kate, at first he eyes went wide and then she tried to rise her gun and shoot me, but the she lost conscience fell on her back making a loud thud. After that John and the rest of the busy crew turned around and looked at me, while I grinned an evil smile and spoke. "Ooh Johnny, I'm back"

 

---Part IV [Writing]

Feedback please

[Accounting Troll]

To quote Lisa Simpson when the Simpsons had a litle trouble with the undead: "I've always said that capital punishment isn't a deterrant."

 

The story was a little short, but I liked the use of the italics for the flashback and the maniacal laughing of man who klilled the narrator.

[Dumb_Commander]

Okay I gonna clear up, first, thats only Part 1 (Part I[Roman Numbers). Second, that maniacly laughing man didn't killed the main hero of the fic, he was just a necromancer or something like that, because he was to weak to control an undead drug addict. (Dont worry he won't be smoking pot for a long time, not before he truns into a living person not an undead skeleton)

 

BTW the second part is ready for the readers, just read the first post.

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I though that they had probles in Itchy & Scratchy Land, where the robots rebelled.

[Dumb_Commander]

Sorry for double posting, but the third part is ready.