During modern times few people see the pain of those around them. While the important businessmen sit on their golden thrones at the top of the food chain, poor beggars sit at the bottom begging for even the smallest scrap of leather to boil.
Ezeikiel was one of those beggars sitting on a rubber tire watching the sunset fall across the world. He was at one point different… an expert craftsman so to speak. He specialized in “making some of the most impractical weapons you’d ever see!”. A slogan which most would scoff at, but the man himself was quite proud of. While it was the thing that eventually drove him out of business, he would never make a work that he himself was not proud of.
With a click of his tongue the old man muttered in an annoyed tone“Damn kids can’t leave an old man a break...”
Within the forest the leaves stirred and the animals dispersed everywhere around a central point. A woman was walking in the woods with a resolution teeming within her eyes. She was sent to find the legendary trickster and kill him. Only then would those greedy bastards at the company tell her how to find her father. She was around twenty-two and was a well rounded women in terms of beauty and sex-appeal. She brandished a spear with a strangely added button on the grip. With of a push of this button the spears mechanism began to move creating a longbow with a golden thread She pulled an arrow from her quiver and shot it into the woods.
“Well shit” Ezeikiel thought looking down at the arrow piercing his gut. “Bastards sent my own daughter to kill me” He said with a self depricating grin on his wrinkled mug. While the blood from his fresh wound spilled out onto the tire and the ground below staining it a deep crimson red. “Well at least I’m gonna die in my favorite suit” he thought as the world around him began to grow dim and darken which only proved his theory in the long run the curtains on this mortals life came to a close as the sun sank behind the horizon
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SCENE CHANGE
Though the sweet embrace of death had already claimed Ezeikiel, he had for some reason or another, woken up.
“Where the fuck am I?” Ezeikiel screamed, but no sound came out from his lips. Now that he looked closer he was standing on top of a pile of blood, which was unique to him as he looked around the empty reception room that looked strangely a reception room at a doctors office. It almost looked welcoming accept for the reception counter which coated with some type of reinforced metal. A slider was placed in the missle where he could see two piercing red lackadaisical eyes that stared at the document or book Ezeikiel guesses he had been reading.
“That’s eerie” Eziekiel thought as the owner of the aforementioned eyes suddenly shot up and looked at him. It then proceeded to rub its eyes before staring at Ezeikiel. The creatures eyes widened staring at him in disbelief.
“Cinomed si taht lla fo rehtom teews!” “It’ replied before rocketing out of it’s seat. Ezeikiel could here it scampered away soon followed by…
“KCUF,KCUF,KCUF,KCUF!!” the thing screamed in it’s native tongue
“Hctib fo nos wwwwwo”
Apparently this creature was not used to moving quickly for very quickly, as it seemed to have fallen down a flight of stairs.
“What the fuck kind of comedy have I found myself in?” Ezeikiel pondered as his new life and adventure was a about to begin.