I am the entity of darkness (poem)I am seen as bad, even though I'm notI hang out with killers in buildings full of rotI punish those I hateand kill those I wantI live in shadowsin an old abandoned lotI am a gargoyle, I am a shadowI am a vampire, I am a psycic.Call me whatever you wantbut, I am the entity of darkness.
the smiling bandit CH 5: life and death situationJeffery was sitting on a chair outside his house on a deck. He has was gentley rocking back and forth, and he had Mary on his lap with her head resting on his chest. It was a very peaceful moment. "I have been happier now, then I ever have been" Jeffery thought, "And it's all because I met Mary on the train here." Jeffery felt a moment of bliss. He had always been alone, he lost his parents, his face was forever damaged and he figured he was a target for the coyotes. However, now he felt it didn't matter. He was with his lovely wife, the town was quiet and the sun was shining high. Never before had he felt as calm and happy as this, for once he felt as if his smile wasn't actually a scar. Jeffery relaxed, Mary sleeping on his lap and himself getting a little drowsy.He didn't want to disturb Mary, so he didn't pick her up a carry her to the bedroom, where just a few days before he kept her there while he shot seven gang members dead.Jeffery enjoyed the time he spent with Mary since the
the smiling bandit CH 3: horse named after a god 2Jeffery was next to wandering around. Since this was a new town he didn't know where a lot of things were, and since he was only there for two days he didn't have time to look around. He would ask anybody where the field of the dead was and he was always met with the same reply. Nobody would tell him where it was, it seemed like nobody wanted to tell him where it was. It was until he walked into the sheriff's office, that he was confused."Excuse me sheriff, I need to be somewhere." The sherrif looked at him."Where do you need to be?""I need to get to the field of the dead." The sheriff suddenly had a grim look on his face. It was almost as if he had history in that place."The field of the dead is the shooting grounds for mad Timothy Kcee. He has been known for shooting anybody he doesn't allow on his land. Very few of them has survived.""I have a gunfight with somebody." The sheriff got up, looked at his guns."Well," he started saying "then I hope you have somebody that's willing
the smiling bandit CH 2: horse named after a god 1Jeffery was about to board a train, he didn't care where he was headed, all he knew was he wanted to leave, badly. Jeffery wasn't the pride of the town, nor the hero, nor the savior, and he knew it. Nobody arrived to see him off, the all were their to say goodbye to family and friends. When he boarded the train, he he sat down and looked out the window, he saw people waving loved ones goodbye, it him sad."I am the smiling bandit" He thought to himself "I wish I had somebody there for me." He sighed a sat back, before long a pretty woman got his attention."Excuse me." She said, "May I sit here?" Jeffery nodded, he wasn't one to deny a request."There's a lot of people out there.""Yes" Jeffery said "there are.""Is there anybody waving you goodbye?" She looked at Jeffery, she saw that he never stopped smiling."No, there is not.""Why?" she asked."My parents were killed when I was little, I was raised by the sheriff, but he couldn't see me off, he's got a job to do." The woman looked
The smiling bandit CH 1: Glory is what he stoleJeffery was leaning on a post thinking about his childhood. It has been 13 years since his parents were killed. He grew up mostly on his own, because of it. The scars still hadn't healed, he still looked as if he were giving the nicest smile he could give, although really, he was the saddest person in the town. He looked towards the sound of a cheering crowd. They were cheering for some blunt sharp shooter."Vergil! Vergil! Vergil!" The crowd's cheers could have been heard from tombstone. People always said he looked like Doc Holiday. He never knew, he never seen Doc holiday. The crowd kept cheering, getting closer and closer. The next time Jeffery looked they were right beside him. Vergil was looking right at him, the crowd wasn't cheering."Well, well. If it isn't the sheriff's lost boy, Jeffery wyatt. What's the matter, are you drunk or are you to lazy to be sad?" Vergil mocked Jeffery with passion, like he got pleasure doing it. Jeffery stood up and stared right at Vergil."My smil