by Carl East
Pulling her off himself gently, he covered her up, and tucked her in, and after kissing her forehead, he left the room to return to his own bed. He lay down, feeling tired, and soon he was in a deep sleep.
Chapter 10
Richard got up that morning feeling good, knowing that he was doing a worthwhile job, by freeing trapped souls. He found a note waiting for him in the hallway, picking it up; he opened it to find it was from Garibaldi. It said he wanted to meet him in a warehouse down town, and that it would be beneficial for him to turn up immediately.
He put his cloak on, and then left the apartment; he intended to meet Garibaldi, in the hopes that any trouble there might still be could be resolved. He found the warehouse quickly, for he'd had to free the souls of several people from this district. When he got inside the empty warehouse, he was shocked to find Becky, who was tied to a post in the center of the warehouse.
Several goons were hidden in various places around the building, and yet they had not detected him. He decided to listen in on a conversation, which was now taking place just behind Becky.
"If he shows, place the gun at her head, I doubt he will try anything, Garibaldi wants him tied and gagged, and then delivered to the mansion on Crest Street," one of them said.
Death had to think of a way to get Becky out without endangering her life, but with so many goons around the building, there was a good chance of a stray bullet finding the wrong target. First though, he needed to talk with the voice that only he could hear, so he quietly left the building, and once he was out of hear shot he addressed what he believed to be a Servant of the Almighty.
"Am I permitted to use deadly force?" he asked.
"This situation was instigated, so we have no qualms about allowing you to take whatever steps are necessary, in order that all this violence can end," was the reply.
Death was pleased they'd at last come to see that people like this only understand violence. He walked back into the warehouse, determined that when he came back out, Becky would be safe. His best course of action was to take out as many of the goons as possible, without being detected. He strolled over to one that was hiding behind a wall, and then with one quick motion he pulled his head round snapping his neck, before laying him down gently, to hide the sound.
His next target was up in the office at the far end of the warehouse, so creeping up the stairs, and finding the door was open, he entered, to find not one but two goons. He stood between them, and then with both arms acting as if one, he raised them sharply under there chins, both their heads snapped back, and he left them in a heap on the floor.
He now only had the two that were near Becky, and quietly walked down the stairs to join them.
"I'll be glad when this is over. I saw that man take a dozen bullets and walk out without a scratch, it's not normal," one of them said.
"More likely, you missed him," replied the other one.
Suddenly both their weapons left their hands, and they became aware of Death’s presence.
"Where the hell did you come from?" they both said.
"Go away, or die, it's your choice!" said Death.
They chose to run, as Death started to untie Becky, who also had only just become aware of his presence.
"How did you get in here, without them detecting you?" she asked.
"Very efficiently," said Death, snapping the rope around her ankles.
He then told her to get back to his apartment, and not let anybody in, for he had some unfinished business.
An hour later Death had arrived at the mansion on Crest Street, and decided not to creep about this time. He kicked the front door in, splintering the doors wooden frame, as it smashed onto the ground. The activity inside the house was immediate, as goons started to appear from all the rooms. The chaos that ensued was almost surreal, as the bullets started to fly, the hallway walls becoming a shambles, as holes started to appear.
One by one, Death took them out, not having to know where Garibaldi was located, simply because his goons were desperately trying to keep him away from a certain room.
Garibaldi had heard the gunfire, but now it had stopped, he called out to his men, but got no answer. Then the doors flew open, and in walked Death.
"Why can't I kill you?" shouted Garibaldi.
"Why would you want to?" replied Death, as he walked over to him.
Garibaldi opened fire, convinced that the magnum he held would do the trick but started to step back, as Death drew nearer.
"I told you what would happen if you didn't leave me alone and involving my friends just makes it worse," he said, grabbing the spent gun from Garibaldi’s hand.
"Please don't hurt me?" pleaded Garibaldi, falling to his knees.
Death looked down on him, and then reached over with both hands, and snapped his neck; not once feeling any remorse as he left the building. By the time, he got outside there were police cars pulling up, but not one officer spotted Death as he walked down the driveway.
Soon he was home, and taking off his cloak, he entered his apartment. Julia was talking to Becky, getting all the details as to what had happened, when Richard walked in.
"Thank God your safe, what happened? She asked, pouring him a drink.
"They were still after me because of your father’s death, and tried to use Becky to get to me," replied Richard, before taking the drink.
He went on to tell them, how it was now all over, and they needn't worry anymore.
Later that night Death had to free a couple of souls involved in a cave in at some mines, and then decided to relax at the peep show, just to unwind from the days events.
He arrived to find his usual booth occupied, but as he entered with his cloak still on, he hadn't been spotted yet. He saw his normal seat being taken up by two men and an attractive woman, who sat between them. They were watching the usual one on one kind of affair, when she unzipped their trousers, and started to jerk them off as they watched the show.
Her hands expertly travelling the full length of their cocks, as the show continued. Death started to rub his own cock through his trousers, getting aroused by both the show and the three people watching it. By the time, the show had gotten as far as the woman crying out with joy, one of the men watching was about to climax. She took his cock into her mouth, catching every drop as he blew his load, not once stopping with her other hand.
Then when the show was about to end, the other Guy started to cum receiving the same treatment as the first. Death could feel he was close, but decided to stop. He didn't want to walk home with cum juice running down his leg. He left, smiling at that thought and thinking there are two gorgeous women at home, so why waste it.
The End
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About the Author
I was born in Hull, England. I’ve been writing for some years now mainly for the pleasure of it all but with the advent of self-publishing I’ve entered a completely new world. I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. If so, I’d love to read a review from you just to show me that you did at least enjoy the story.
Discover other titles by Carl East at Smashwords.com:
Title 1 - Hell’s Gate
Title 2 -The Talking Sword
Title 3 - The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Story 1 – Fantasy Inc
Story 2 – Erotic Quests
Story 3 – Horny Vampire
Story 4 – Jessica’s Satanic Rite of Passage
Story 5 - Death
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