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The Drunk Preacher. Started by: Drake_X_C_Deicide on Mar 19, '09 09:46
A man stands on a cold Detroit street corner reeking of alcohol and rambling to anyone who will listen, berating the passer-by with drunken finesse and gazing into their eyes for as long as possible. He sways on the spot and steels himself for his big speech...


"Have you ever noticed the homeless? Do you ever take a moment to just think about them? I went to an unknown homeless funeral today and stared into his face. He looked like the life he led was short but hard... And I notices that I was the only one save for the preacher, and It came to me that no one was there to give eulogy... No one was there to offer their blessing into the next life... no one was there to ... S**T!!!"

He sways and falls, spilling bottle and booze across the passerby's feet. He gazes at his loss and ignores the passerby's cries of anger and stares into time and space itself, and weaves in and out of the fabric of time... and all goes black...

He wakes hours later in an open and garbage strewn lot miles from where he remembers

"Damn it!!! Did I black out again?!?!?! All right, where the hell am I.., Jersey? No, not jersey, I didn't walk my drunk ass to Jersey... there'd be no point...."

He continues to mutter aimlessly to himself, not noticing the heavily scarred man in the dark suit with the long red hair standing in a shadow watching him. The suited man walks slowly and cautiously up to the drunk and reaches into his jacket...


"Well now the cat's out of the bag...but wait, who puts cats in bags, anyways? Cats hate bags!!! M'kay, Captain, let's get our bearings, we didn't sail the seven seas and forget how to navigate...?
Just then he feels the barrel of a gun pressing into his back and hears a thick Irish voice mutter in his ear, "You didn't think I'd find you, did you, Padre... Hah, we've got some business to tend to, you and I..." "Drake, that was years ago, let it go, and don't call me Father, I've not been religious since we last saw each other...
Drake spins him around to glare at him and growls "A good Captain never forgets!!! That ship was my livelihood, my life!!! And my wife was on that ship!!! You killed her and destroyed my ship, you and your damned alcohol... you were never a very nice drunk, Padre, always getting into something, always breaking things and getting into fights... well no more, and never again..."
Drake raises the gun slowly and purposefully to the hollow spot of the preacher's jaw

"Say a prayer for us, Padre, say it loud for I don't think "HE" can HEAR YOU!!!"Drake screams with malicious delight... and he pulls the trigger... and all goes dark for the preacher once more... and forever...

Drake bends down over the old drunk and slowly closes his eyes and recites..."De Mortuis nil Nisi bonum... Never again shall we speak harsh words, my old friend... now it's time to sleep"...
and he stands up, quickly brushes off his suit and calmly walks back into the shadows...


To be continued...maybe
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Higgs sits down enticed and listens to Drakes story.


Very good read. I will be waiting for the next instalment.
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Very nice story
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ohh man at first I thought this was about me! Takes a swig from his flask
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I thought it was about you to father...

Looks at Father_MacklePenny funny


You should stop drinking


But good story.
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Puts his hand on the man's shoulder Ahh I know, but it is hard.
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No, Father, it's very much an reflection of me... but this is an extremely rough start...
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