Find Myself Some Help- Konstantine
Dmitre the Nomad- Jekyll
This is the 3rd version of this story i've done and definately the best one. If you think it's too long, tough shit, how the fuck could i condense this story any smaller? It's worth the read, i should know.
The Resurrection
Chapter 1- The Incident
It was a dark night, walking down the street in the half light
In the shadows, a group lurked with a sharp knife
A couple strolling home, so unsuspecting
That the end would with violence, artery wrecking
The ambush had them surrounded in the blink of an eye
Crushed by a press of bodies, thinking they'd die
The leader stepped forward and slapped the girls face
She's his ex how had him vexed, infused with a world's hate
The guy struggled in his prison of strong, clutching arms
It was useless, he couldn't move this, dive, duck or charm
The girl died first, coughing blood and wailing in pain
The guy was roaring in his grief, hate assailing his brain
The leader stepped towards him, blade out with a snap
He thrust forward and the guy's world faded to black
The ambulance arrived too late to save their lives
But the payback was coming to those sadist guys...
Chapter 2- The Resurrection
Karma comes back around or so it would seem
There was 6 months of oblivion, although he could dream
Eyes opened in the dark of the cold of the coffin
The last air exhaled out from the soul of the rotten
Hands stiff with rigor mortis moved out in the dark
Pressed the lid and heard it splinter quick, scattered in sparks
The earth shifted, the horror crawled out of the grave
Stood straight, clothes ragged and shouted in rage
"Revenge will be mine for the injustice i suffered!
I have a deatlist of 4, i'll be crushing those fuckers!
This is my crusade i made to bathe in their blood
For my lost love and the live i could've lived, should!
I'm prepared, my strength has grown and the spark is back
When they see me they'll have a fucking heart attack!"
The monster shambled off from the place of ressurection
He'd freed himself, passed the first test, now for the next one...
Chapter 3- The First of Four
A door exploded inwards, smoke rose from its hinges
As it cleared, the monster entered with elastic twitches
Coughed a maggot out his mouth, a man was pressed in the corner
Piss spreading in his jeans like a distressed toddler
Catatonic with fear and vomit trying to exit
He couldn't tried to flee the scene but he wouldn't have left it
He was picked up by the throat and held, suspended in space
Interrogated for the info to put an end to this race
The man stammered "My 3 friends are out drinking in bars!"
The corpse grinned and broke his neck, he fell, sinking in stars
The next step was clear, the quest was near completion
Time to reach out and leech 'em, humiliate and teach 'em
The meaning of suffering, but with patience he left
Leaving nothing but a wisp of his vapourous breath
The only way he could return to and rest in peace?
Was kill the killers, listen, you hear his pace increase?
Chapter 4- Retribution
The final task was upon him for bloody satisfaction
With no need to pack guns for the following action
He stood outside the bar where he knew his prey lay
There'd be no parley on this apocolyptic day
The door swung open with gasps from the clientelle, staring
And screamed at his snarls, teeth? he might as well bare 'em
He recognised the perpertraitors, fear swimming in viens
The flash of steel, angry grimmaces, the lividness, feigned
The first rushed to attack and caught a bottle to the head
Hit the deck, the corpse reached down to throttle, he's dead
The second drew a gun to paint the walls with gore
He took the bullets with a smile, stood tall and roared
The fight had left them, both made a bolt for the door
The second was grabbed and shot by his own colt, hit the floor
The last one, the leader, managed to make a getaway
Tried to drop his persuer with a full beretta spray
No such luck, he found himself in the same alleyway
Where he commited the first crime, so now the tally's paid
"You have any last words? Better make 'em a prayer!"
He shakes from the glare, paralyised and impaired
His knife was snatched from him and jabbed in his gut
The same way his victim died, stabbed him and cut
A sigh escapes from broken lips, now the task is completed
The corpse returns to his gave, in the casket, retreated
He lay down, crossed his arms and whispered his thanks
For the chance to 'fix the balance' in this karmic life 'bank'
His soul rose again, and the narrator departs too
Until the times comes for 'Resurrection- Part 2'
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