Inner thoughts – Drug dealer

What am I going to do today? I have no money, no food and no nothing. I’m going to have to phone my cousin to make him break me off some. It kills me to do it thought. Oh forget it let me just do. I got the stuff, what now? This guy is taking the piss, he’s been holding my money for weeks, it’s about time I pay him a visit. I’m going to take this bar and do in his kneecaps and then I’m going to run up in his house take all his things, sell them and become rich. Yeah that’s what I’m going to do. Wait there he don’t have anything in his house, I’ll just beat him up and take my money.

The birth of a Hero part 24

Five years has passed since the four squires began their training. A huge army of thieves, thugs, brigand, warlocks and witches swept the main land conquering each kingdom that they past. The army was controlled by a powerful man by the name of Edward Tremors. Edward grew up as a slave, a slave that kept the knowledge of him being a warzard to himself. He grew up with vengeance towards all the people around him. He trained in secret and when he was strong enough he escaped into the wilderness.

Deep inside the forests that he called home he learnt how to fight against savage animals. He became one with nature and enriched his magical essence. Once again he got captured and enslaved but that time it was by a group of witches and warlocks. They trained him in the darkest arts of magic so much so that they thought they lost him to the darkness. He became resurrected a force unto himself. The group of magic users could no longer contain him and accepted him as their new ruler.

Edward heard of more people who were like him. The first one he found was a woman called Valerie Calm who was strong, dangerous, powerful and full of wisdom. The pair connected in an instant. Upon their union a third generation warzard was born, a girl by the name of Diane Tremors.

Edward still had a deep hate for the ones that enslaved him. He gathered all his followers and raided a nearby slavers camp. The killing triggered a blood thirst within him and transformed his soul into a monster. The people that he did not kill surrendered and followed him.

The birth of a Hero part 23

While Bahra trained with Sir Peter and Dane trained with Hayden, Renato was left alone, but knowing that everyone was training to better themselves, he thought that he should do the same. The art of magic is hard to learn alone, Renato went to the king to seek out a suitable trainer. Being a warzard, the amount of people who possess the ability to train him was very few.

The king of Dy’syst was a very kind man and a lot of people liked and respected him. He was very good friends with the arch-mage of the magical order, he asked the Arch-mage if he could send one of his most trusted and talented students to train his Warzard squire.

The birth of a Hero part 22

They looked at each other intently as they circled one another. Hayden flew towards Dane with a flying fist, but only ended up on the floor because of Dane’s temporary strength that came with his red skin. The down side to Dane’s red skin was that he became slow and Hayden knew to take advantage of that fact. He swooped down and picked up Dane with his claw, then threw him toward the ground. Dane’s skin started to turn black and his reaction speed greatly increased. When he hit the ground his black skin shattered to reveal its true colour of navy blue.

Hayden could see that Dane was getting to grasp with his powers, so he decided to fight properly. He flew high up into the sky, hid in front of the sun and pulled out his bow and arrows. A non-stop stream of arrows pelted the ground below. In his blue form Dane he dodged the arrows with ease to the point of mockery towards Hayden. Hayden shoot a few arrows upwards them made a dive for Dane. Dane rolled out of Hayden’s way only to end up getting pinned down by an arrow.

The birth of a Hero part 21

Dane walked out of the huge ditch that he created; he whispered to himself “What just happened to me?” in his confused state he ran back to the squire’s quarters pushing all of the trees that stood in his way out of the ground. When he got to the squire’s quarters he shouted “HAYDEN!!!”

Hayden jumped out of one of the upstairs windows. Big bright golden wings shot from his back and he descended to the ground slowly. “Dane” Hayden said in an annoyed voice, “What do you want?”

Dane gave him a blank look and said “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to do a little training with me?”

“Okay, what did you have in mind?”

“Let’s have a fight.”

“Lead the way.” Hayden gestured with his left arm.

Dane took Hayden into a deep part of the forest, somewhere, where there was a huge clearing. “This is where we will fight.” Dane announced.

The birth of a Hero part 20

 

His limbs broke out into big red patches of bruises, his legs gave way underneath him so he was laying on his back. Sir Peter stood over him and said “That’s enough for t’day come back t’morrow and we will work on strength, speed and accuracy training.”

After lying on the floor for a while he managed to pull himself up to a slow crawl. The princesses picked him up the rest of the way and helped him to his room on the top floor in the squire’s quarters.

Dane sat in a corner in the living area meditating, his skin flashed from a deep black colour then back to normal then back to the deep black colour. Suddenly his eyes opened wide and he ran out towards the field. With his  black skin he ran up a tree with ease. He swung through the trees effortlessly, a flash of bright light blinded him in mid-swing and his body started to change colour. A dark red at first, then it change to a bright red. When his hand reached the next branch it snapped in two and he fell to the ground only to create a huge crater.

The birth of a Hero Part 19

 

Sir Peter walked up and down the training room rubbing his chin with his hand. “Okay Bahra, I’ll tell you what we are going t’ do.” He said in a sure voice, “we will do condition training. Princess Teila will you call your sisters to come join us?” Teila ran out the room and came back a few moments later with her sisters.

“Girls” Sir Peter began, “I want each of you t’ pick up a practice sword from the floor and attack Bahra on one of his limbs. So each of you, will have a limb to attack.”

Bahra’s face turned red with worry, “why…w…w…whhhhhhhhhhhhy is this necessary?”

“Like I said earlier. Condition training.” Sir Peter said with a straight face. Bahra stood like he was riding a horse with his arms outstretched, the Princesses on the other-hand held practice swords in there hands like a baseball bat read to be swung.

The Princesses beat up Bahra until his arms and leg shook uncontrollably. The word STOP was held back by Bahra because he knew that he needed to get other his pain threshold, to become the hero that he is destined to be.

The birth of a Hero part 18

 

 

Sir Peter hung long thick ropes on the ceiling and wrapped weighted bandages around Bahra’s arms. “First thing I want you t’do” Sir Peter said in a soft voice “is t’ stand on your left foot with both of your hand and your right foot tied behind your back, but I want you to stand on the top of this ladder.” Bahra’s mouth dropped and his eye opened wide as he looked the ladder up and down “Wah… how am I! Going to do that?” Sir Peter looked at him, smiled and said “I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Princess Teila tied Bahra’s limbs together when he got to the top of the ladder. Bahra managed a good five minutes before he tipped and fell to his left. He pried he hand free to stop him from damaging himself. He picked himself up and tried, tried and tried again until he could stand on the ladder for thirty minutes.

Sir Peter watched in secret as Bahra trained with Princess Teila. The smile on his began to broaden as Bahra started to get the hand of balancing. He entered the room once Bahra had mastered balancing on a ladder. “Very good, young prince.” He said with a clap of his hands “Now it’s time for the next part of your training.”

The murder weapon collection 1: Third weapon

The ground was damp from all of the rain water from the night before. The huge dark trees looked like slimy green silhouettes in the black backdrop of the night sky.  I know that slavery is supposed to be dead, but when my master let me go I was like a dog off the leach.

I dashed through the dark trees and the hand-like branches that tried supress me to a halt. Flashes of light in the distance made the hairs on my back stand on edge.

The sound of someone’s slow hoarse breathing and the pounding of their feet reverberated through the dark forest. The light from the flashlights blinded my vision and I collided with him with a snap of my back.

We both fell over into the damp muddy floor below us. My master was close on my tail but the pressure of the man lying on top of me was too much for me to wiggle myself free.

When my master finally caught up with me he rolled over the man, pulled me free and took me home, where I never left again.

The birth of a Hero part 17

 

Weeks had passed since Bahra fought with sir peter, his leg had now fully healed and he was about to start his sword training. The excitement was too much for him to handle. Princess Teila was waiting for him at the castle grounds at the start of his training. Bahra walked in with his two swords on his back and the sword from Sir Peter at his waist. Sir Peter was sitting on a chair in the training room when Bahra walked in Princess Teila.

 Sir Peter stood up “So prince Bahra, today I’m going to take you through some training. The first thing that you need to know is that you do not need your swords.”

Prince Bahra gave his swords to Princess Teila. “So todays’ training is all about balance.” Sir Peter said.

The murder weapon collection 1: second weapon

It was a mid-summers day in England, so the sky was a dark grey colour and the clouds were weeping uncontrollably. A tall fair headed man walked into the supermarket; from the moment that my eyes fell upon him my belly sank. Finally he approached me and filled me with all the stuff that I wanted to hear.

We left the supermarket hand in hand; he made me feel like a real man. When we got to his house he told me that he had no interest in me and left me feeling empty. This did not deter my determination to get my man.

Later that day he decided to take a trip somewhere without me. When he came back a woman with long blond hair that flowed all the way down her back was right behind him. The woman gave me a look that was red with fury.

As I sat downstairs waiting for the pair to finish whatever they was doing. I started hearing noises like leather cracking across skin and screems that were heavily muffled. The blond haired woman came downstairs wearing a short leather dress and a whip in her hand. She took me by the hand and we headed back upstairs.

While we were in the bedroom she made me smother the fair headed man with kisses until he could not kiss no more. Kissing him was the best moment of my life but also the worse because after a while he was rejecting me.

It was like a whirlwind the woman picked me up and ran out of the house. She got in her car and drove like a mad-woman possessed all the way to her house. When she got home she when straight to the back garden, picked up a pile of dead branches, she then put me and the branches in a steel drum and set it a light.

That’s the end of my story can you work out what I was. All will be revealed on Sunday the 6th November

The murder weapon collection 1: first weapon

This is my life backward.

The day that I died nobody cried a tear. The last word I heard was “turn on the fire so we can burn, this, this thing” and that is the last thing I remember before it all got dark.

The day that I was sentenced to death was a very emotional day but only for me. A lot of things were said about me that I know was not true, or believed not to be true. The courts showed me pictures of my love’s corps but I showed no emotion and shed no tears.

I can remember the first time that i met my love; she embraced me with open arms. My love for her made me enter her heart. From that day on I never left her sight. I stayed with her even when times got cold, I stayed with her until the day that we was brought  in for questioning.

I remember the day that I met my good friend James. James took care of me when I was down and out. Me, James and the rest of the crew spent most of our time on the streets. Whenever James got in trouble we were there to back him up. Once a month we kept on hearing a sound. Then that fateful day came when I met my love and the same sound rang through my body.

The only thing that I can remember from before I met James was that some strange man fed me and dressed me to kill. Shortly after that I was put in a home with other people like me. We lived in a mobile home but we stayed in a stationary position until we met James.

This has been my life backwards.

 

This has been the first weapon, come back next week for the second weapon. If you want to know what the weapon is come back on the first Sunday of November not only to find out this weapon but all of the rest as well.