Intro I wrote for a writing challenge I was going to make. Had to start with the first sentence below.
(Tell me what yall think.)
"Someone must have seen him, because the police were at his door."
The teen snorted as he leaned his seat back. Lights floated overhead as the vehicle passed under traffic lights. He gave a sympathetic sigh. "You really saw them at White's door?"
She gave a stern nod.
"They were going up his driveway. Lights flashing."
His girlfriend clutched the steering wheel tighter. Her words escaping like a hiss making his skin crawl. "Rick is hunting again."
The knock echoed like a gun shot. The door creaked open revealing a figure with bleach white hair. The deputy squirmed as he made eye contact.
"Marcus?" The deputy's name sounded like poison coming off his lips.
"Mr. White." He stammered.
White's eyes pierced his soul as the deputy jumbled his words. He nervously tugged at his fingers pulling the joints until they popped. White gave a smile, a sight that made Marcus Dexter's stomach lurched like it had been struck.
"You saw him didn't you."
His bony fingers flexed around the door as he leaned forward. The deputy gave a nod.
"Red Rick."
The deputy flinched crossing himself repeatedly
"Figured as much. Come sit by the fire my son."
The fire crackled as he lowered into a love seat. He waved a thin hand.
"What do you know of the curse of this town?"
Marcus shook his head. "I moved here two weeks ago never knew of the tale until I saw... him."
White leaned back the cushions creaking from his weight.
The sound of claws tearing into wood echoed.
White gave a smile. "He's early this time. He likes to try coming through the kitchen."
Marcus swore and grabbed his pistol.
"Behind you Marcus."
Marcus spun clicking the safety off. A large mass filled the doorway. Yellow eyes glowed in the dark kitchen. A low growl reverberated.
White stood grabbing the mantle. "Hold on old friend."
White turned to the deputy. "If he tries to cheat. Shoot him. He hates bullets."
Muscles flexed in the mans back as his bones pulsed. The sound of popping and bones dislocating echoed. As Marcus turned White robes laid on the ground as a bipedal creature howled.
A deep voice left the beasts throat.
"Run Marcus. You're the sport."
The deputy fell over the ottoman sending his gun clattering to the carpet. His eyes jumping to the beast lurking outside the room.
Rick's fur was plastered with the blood of old meals. He took a step and laughed. "I doubt you'll win this time White."
His deep guttural voice whispered as he towered over Marcus.
"You haven't saved one yet."
Gracie Anne sobbed for the third time in as many hours. In front of her laid her fiance his heart barely beating. Mr. White was beaming his voice booming in the hospital ward. "You have a hell of a man here. No one has survived Rick before-."
"Shut up Grandpa."
He folded his hands his voice lowering.
"I understand you are upset. If I had known Rick was picking his prey I would have told you to keep him away-."
He trailed off for a moment and hugged his only grandchild.
"Until I know how to stop Rick for good. We have to be careful."
Gracie wiped away her last tear and pushed him away. She walked down the hallway balling a fist.
White called after her. "Where the hell are you going?"
She slammed the doors open to the exit.
"Hunting."
Lemme be honest, Rick and Morty has made it so I can never take the name Rick seriously again.
Anyway, this story is really well written. Forgive me if I missed it, I still don't know the rules to Red Rick, he picks a person as a target and someone has to protect that target?
Basically!
Fluent, good.
Thanks!
I like it! I am looking forward for more of this story. Well written, more please!
I could do that.