The Cursed Night
The adrenaline flows through your veins, making that everything around you appears to move slower. You take out your Colt, knocking the hammer, impatient staring at how the trigger lowers ready for action...
But you aren't fast enough; the ranger blows away your Colt from your hand with one shot; the other men rush over you before you can even think about transforming yourself.
Everything becomes blurry, the last you can remember is the sinister glowing of that rifle stock just before hitting your head.
***
The pain awakes you, forcing you to open your eyes. You barely can see, desperately you touch your neck finding a thick rope with hangman's knot. It is not necessary to be very smart to know where they take you will be the end of the line.
Your feet are firmly tied and held by iron rings. You try to transform yourself but strangely it seems that being tied is impossible.
You close your eyes and try to isolate yourself from Murray's insults screaming inside your head and accept your stubbornness.
The dawn begins to dye the sky purple, illuminating a new day that you will not live to see; Oddly, you feel that a great calm runs through your entire body. Everything happens for a reason.
You feel that someone approaches you from behind and stops. You can smell her excitement and how her eyes run all over your body over and over again. The ranger finally approached you round and pathetic as a Humpty dumpty moving with improper skateboarding of a man of action:
"Well, Beauty, you have saved me a lot of investigation. so I will get rid of you without previous torture. I know that I am too kind."
His voice changes and becomes more aggressive and threatening metal as he heads towards the youngest of his deputies: "Jim, whip the beast. This whore is going to have a savage ride to a broken neck."
His speech is followed by the grotesque laughing of his men, like hyenas chanting their boss; finally, his men shortly carry out the orders and the other end of the rope is tied to a young, haughty black stallion.
The horse wildly gallops with you tied to his saddle and your skin is ravaged by brushing the road at full speed while enormous tension and pain are centred in your neck preventing you from breathing.
Each movement of the horse becomes pure agony until finally, the gods show mercy and your neck is broken with a dry sudden crunch.
But you aren't fast enough; the ranger blows away your Colt from your hand with one shot; the other men rush over you before you can even think about transforming yourself.
Everything becomes blurry, the last you can remember is the sinister glowing of that rifle stock just before hitting your head.
***
The pain awakes you, forcing you to open your eyes. You barely can see, desperately you touch your neck finding a thick rope with hangman's knot. It is not necessary to be very smart to know where they take you will be the end of the line.
Your feet are firmly tied and held by iron rings. You try to transform yourself but strangely it seems that being tied is impossible.
You close your eyes and try to isolate yourself from Murray's insults screaming inside your head and accept your stubbornness.
The dawn begins to dye the sky purple, illuminating a new day that you will not live to see; Oddly, you feel that a great calm runs through your entire body. Everything happens for a reason.
You feel that someone approaches you from behind and stops. You can smell her excitement and how her eyes run all over your body over and over again. The ranger finally approached you round and pathetic as a Humpty dumpty moving with improper skateboarding of a man of action:
"Well, Beauty, you have saved me a lot of investigation. so I will get rid of you without previous torture. I know that I am too kind."
His voice changes and becomes more aggressive and threatening metal as he heads towards the youngest of his deputies: "Jim, whip the beast. This whore is going to have a savage ride to a broken neck."
His speech is followed by the grotesque laughing of his men, like hyenas chanting their boss; finally, his men shortly carry out the orders and the other end of the rope is tied to a young, haughty black stallion.
The horse wildly gallops with you tied to his saddle and your skin is ravaged by brushing the road at full speed while enormous tension and pain are centred in your neck preventing you from breathing.
Each movement of the horse becomes pure agony until finally, the gods show mercy and your neck is broken with a dry sudden crunch.
