• Running through the complete darkness of a moonless night, Gideon Firas felt only exhilaration as he ran from the cop's cars. He was winning. He laughed, and, had anyone been looking, they could have seen his fangs. His white trench coat flew out behind him, a definite give-away to the cops. Oh, well. he thought. His grin widened when he realized the cars were catching up. He stopped suddenly, and so did the cars. The police got out, and started telling him to put his hands up, blah blah blah. Gideon merely drew his pistol, a custom made that said "Fear Not The Devil" on the barrel, and fired away. He killed twenty cops that night, leaving one alive. To that one, he said "Tell them to send more next time..." and sped away.

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    Back at his mansion, Gideon poured his bag of loot out on the table. A gold necklace with a matching ring, a silver cross, and a diamond the size of his fist. He sighed. He cared little for these things. he was over six hundred years old, and he had more material possessions than he cared to have. He only stole for the excitement now, and always returned everything. Life was boring. He brushed his bright yellow hair out of his eyes, and went to watch TV. There was nothing on. So, he laid down, and stared at the ceiling until finally falling asleep.

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    Sukiri Takinashi pulled the trigger over and over again, sending over thirty silver bullets into the werewolf, obliterating it. "One b*****d down, three to go. How you guys doing out there?" she asked the rest of her team through her headset.
    "Two to go." said one of them.
    "One." said the other.
    Suddenly, the largest werewolf she'd ever seen came out of the trees. It walked slowly, watching her. She want to reload her gun, but had no ammo left. That's when it charged. Right then, when she knew she was going to die, the werewolf''s head exploded. A figure stepped out of the forest, wearing a white trench coat, and a matching top hat. the figure was holding a long-barreled pistol that had something written on it. "Who are you?"
    "My name is Gideon Firas..." the figure took off his hat, revealing bright yellow hair. "But you can call me Spaz." He grinned, showing her his fangs. Her first reaction was to go for her gun, and waste the b*****d then and there, but she remembered she had no ammo.
    "Why did you help me, you vampiric son of a b***h?"
    "What do you care?" Gideon asked.
    "I...I..." Sukiri sighed.
    "Exactly." Gideon said, with an evil grin. He took off his top hat, revealing his bright yellow hair. "My name is Gideon...but you can call me Spaz."
    "Spaz?" Sukiri asked.
    "Somewhat of a nickname..." Gideon replied. "You should carry more ammo with you..."


    ((all for now. writers block))