Join Date: Apr 2002
Location: The Swamp
Ok Here is a bit more, Although I think I got carried away:
Alex stepped towards the door and opened it. On the floor was a large cardboard box with no writing or anything. Alex picked it up, it was very light, and then took it into the kitchen and lay it on the table. He then went back for the rest of the post and closed the door. ‘All junk mail’ he said as he threw them in the bin. ‘Now what’s in this box’ Alex said as he opened it. As soon as the box was open a bright white light shot out of it. Followed by a deep, cryptic voice, ‘The lost Welshman, you have been awoken. You must take the souls of the few chosen people into the administration. More will become clear as you reap the first. In this box are your personalized weapons, The Swords of Lost and The Twins, apparently Scythes are not ‘hip’ anymore. Enjoy! ’ The Light faded and Alex looked into the box.
Inside the box were two swords, almost Identical to each other. They both had average sized silver blades that were slightly curved and very reflective. The handles of the swords were different, one had a black handle with gold rings; about three of them down the handle. The other had a gold handle with black rings. Alex picked up the swords, and began to practice. It came so easily to him, although he had never even seen a sword in real life. He placed the swords on the table and reached into the box, wondering what the voice meant by ‘The Twins’. Alex grabbed two objects, both very cold. He pulled them out, they were two pistols. They looked the same except for the writing on the side. They were mainly black, not normal gun black, this was very shiny black. And then there were gold bits down the barrels, on the triggers, and on all of the sights. The writing was in gold on both guns one said ‘Slayer’ and the other said ‘Reaper’, the names didn’t mean anything they just made them sound cool.
The box wasn’t empty yet, there was still a long black robe inside, and what looked like holders for the swords and holsters for the guns, there was also some ammo for the guns. ‘This is scary’ Alex said to himself, ‘I go from my everyday life to this, and I’m not worried about the fact that everything has changed, I'm not Alex Morris anymore but that doesn’t bother me, I am The Lost Welshman, a Reaper’ With that said he realized to himself that he was talking to himself so he left the house to meet his friends.
So The Lost Welshman was out of his house, not worrying about anything, feeling invincible, but always looking both ways before crossing the road. He left his quiet village and stepped onto a main road and suddenly realized that he was given weapons for a purpose. He always thought the infamous scythe was used to kill the people who had died. But why was he given so much weaponry for dealing with dead people. He became weary of his surroundings, and began to walk on. Lost crossed to road and began walking next to a hedge from someone's front garden. There was a faint whisper, it was a piercing deep voice. Lost walked on, he heard something from the other side of the hedge, so leaned to listen closer. ‘so you have been awoken, you wont survive the night’ the voice said. Lost’s eyes lit up, and he found one of the swords in his hand, although he had no idea how it got there; he left the weapons in the house. There was a rustling in the hedge and Lost clenched his hands, now noticing he had both swords. Something shot out of the hedge and Lost span around to attack, but it was just a bird. He relaxed and turned around, and in front of him stood a tall black, shadowlike figure. ‘Just because you are death doesn’t mean you control the dead. We control the dead, no doubt you know of the war. If you take people then the pathetic army you belong to grows more powerful. We cannot let that happen. We are what people fear in death, we feed on the evil of this world. We are Hell’
Lost slashed the shadow with a sword, cutting off its head. There was a horrible wail as the creature fell to the ground. Then its body glided back into the shadow of the hedge while the head stared up with its red eyes, before turning into black smoke and fading away. ‘What the crap was that!’ Lost said as he tried to catch his breath. He walked backwards and tripped as he came to the edge of the pavement. Then he quickly jumped to his feet before his head was crushed by the wheel of a car. Lost went to scratch his head and realized he had a hood on, he had the robe on. That explained why the car didn’t attempt to stop. Lost decided to figure out what he could and couldn’t do. He ran across the road when it was clear and jumped, he seemed to glide through the air until he reached the bottom of the long road. ‘That was fun’ he said, and a girl turned around and asked ’What was fun?’
‘You can see me?’ Lost questioned,
‘...Yeah, weirdo’ The girl said as she turned and walked off. Lost checked and he was back in his normal clothes. He wondered what the hell was happening, he didn't know how to find out, apart from the fact that he had to kill someone. But he didn’t know who.
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