The Dangerous Man.

X'Iar set down his glass as and he did so he heard the door scrape along the splintered floor behind him, it caught like that every time it was pushed open too far. Another man was silhouetted in the door, his shadow cast long by the blinding sun behind him and with him came the smell of blood, oil, sweat and sand that would hit your senses like the aftermath of an pipe-line explosion.
  "Everybody out. Now!"
His voice echoed around the quiet bar and was soon followed by the scraping of chairs and the hurried scuffling of feet on the creaking wooden floor followed by the clunking sound of boots which stopped and then the unmistakable sound of a bottle top being punctured.

Without turning to even glance at the hunter X'Iar took another sip from his glass, the ice sphere's rattled as the whiskey swirled his throat. The stranger took a long sip of the whiskey and then addressed X'Iar,
  "X'Iar Linock, you are charged with nineteen counts of murder, three counts of theft and one count of prison break."
X'Iar turned to face the man in the doorway, straightening his trench coat and putting on his eye patch while quietly responding,
  "You should probably pay for that."
The stranger pressed on,
  "How do you respond to these charges?"
X'Iar started adjusting the Dakota on his head so that his eyes was shaded from the heat and the stranger's gaze, 
  "That depends how good your draw is, doesn't it?"
He drew the revolver from his hip and landed three shots into the strangers head, before the man had time to collapse X'Iar swiped the bottle from the man's hand and took a sip. He reached down to the man as he was writhing in pain and took several silver coins from with in his breast pocket and placed them in an empty glass next to the returned bottle on the counter. He stepped over the stranger who now lay silent, gathering dust on the saloon floor and he muttered under his breath,
  "Not guilty, not today, I guess."


  

Shadows of the Storm

Looking down into the courtyard, Victyria watched as the remaining elders, women and children fled to the keep. The gates were tall and thick but she could hear the rumble of the horses and the blows of the ram upon it, she turned to her elite and they looked up to her as she marched to a table and climbed upon it,

 "As many as there are out there, do not forget that they do not know this place! They do not know you! They think they are here to kill us, destroy us, burn us... They bring an army to our sacred halls!"

The barrage of the ram on the gate grew louder and louder,

 "You all have fought with me beyond those walls, I saw each of you put twenty of their so called 'soldiers' into the dust, I ask that of you again now!"

The cheers of the warriors were loud to accompany their stamping of feet,

 "For you!"

Victyria carried on, 

 "Each of you are worth an entire army and they bring just one?! Just one army to our gates! You! My friends, my family, we are this city, we are what is left, we were born of shadow and rock and trained in the nine lights, we are the shadows that bring storms to their throats! We are Samurai!"

The gate began to splinter, Victyria's warriors clashed their shields and drew their swords all while shouting,

 "For you!"

Victyria shouted on,

 "Follow me now! Follow me and we will meet this so called terror at our own gates and give them a hell they dare not speak of!"

Victyria placed her helmet onto her head and drew her sword, as she marched down and into the courtyard the blood on her armour glistened in the sunlight, she felt a tear of sweat on her brow and turned to face her elite. Behind her the gates were starting to break, the shine of the armour outside could be seen and their war chants echoed around the courtyard. Victyria spoke out to her warrior elite.

 "When those gates fall and they will fall, give them hell!"

The gate swayed and splintered some more, Victyria turned to face the gate with her companions beside her, swords drawn,

 "Brothers and sisters, Shadows of the Storm, we are the Hell!

The gates crashed open, Victyria pulled her helmet mask down, hundreds of warriors poured in and shouting a war cry. Victyria's samurai raised their swords and started to run forward, unanimously they shouted,

 "We! Are! The Hell!"

Welcome to Novella!

Welcome to Novella!

A few years ago I used to creative write a lot, almost every day and it's slowly faded but I want to return to that level of writing. So, here on my new blog I shall be uploading once every few days a passage of a 'story' with no info before it or after, it will be of that moment, like a scene from a chapter in a book. I will be uploading the first one later tonight.

Hope to capture many views!
Peace.