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“Hey Bill! Bill Eaton you get your ass over here right now!" Said a man in a comical, joking voice. Bill drew in a deep frustrating breath through his teeth. He turned around to face his supervisor—Chad.

“Aw man, Bill, you look awful. Wait, you always do! I crack myself up!” Chad said giving a big guffaw and slapping Bill on the back.

“Hullo Chad,” He replied, not bothering to sound exuberant. Bill was a writer for the Varrock newspaper. Everything that he wrote had to go through Chad. So, being his boss that meant Chad had to look nicer, dress nicer and tell Bill how much better his life is.

“Somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed! Oh wait, you—,”

“—always do.”

“Bill you ruined my punch-line. Ah well. You can’t laugh at them all.” Chad popped the collar on his expensive blue satin suit. His hair was short and messy with dirty-blond hair. His eyes where a deep blue and his face was flawless. ‘Don’t make anymore jokes,’ Bill thought. ‘You might choke on your own laughter.’

Bill was wearing a polo t-shirt tucked into his ragged blue jeans. His eyes were covered with a pair of thick-rimmed rectangular glasses to hide his green eyes. Inside his vest pocket was Bill’s lucky gold pen. Whether it was gold or not, Bill didn't care.

“Could you get to the point Chad?” The watch on his wrist was reading quarter to five. If he left now he would barely have enough time to set-up.

“Just wanted to tell you that the boss upstairs wants you two write two articles by Monday. One on King Roald and his latest laws and another about some newly established apothecary.”

“Chad, Monday is in three days. It’s going to take all week-end.”

“Sorry man, I tried my best.” In Chad-lingo that usually meant: “Have fun, loser.” Maybe if Bill started tomorrow in the early morning he could get it done. He started to head for the door when Chad grabbed hold of his sleeve.

03-Jun-2009 01:28:20 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2009 02:23:25 by Dark Enmity

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“And Bill? I heard you’re having a party tonight. You didn't think of having one without the great Chadster coming, did you?” Bill cursed in his mind. He was so close.

“Uh, well I thought you would be busy, so—,”

“Great. I will be at your house at seven o’clock sharp.” There was no point of arguing with Chad. Chad was spoiled. He always got what he wanted, even if that meant going to some party with a co-worker that he hated, just so he could get a little drunk for free.

Bill left the office and walked home, trying to push Chad and the articles from his mind. Instead he thought about if he had everything he needed. When he realized that he was Chad started to seep into his head again. He needed something to divert his thoughts.

Bill stopped in front of a gypsy tent. The entrance looked misty and glowing a bluish hue. Bill shrugged and thought, ‘why not?'

Inside he was greeted by a space painted ceiling. The room was dark and all he could see was a glowing crystal ball resting on a circular table. That and a silhouette of a woman.

“Sit, please sit...” The woman said in a distant voice. She sounded old, but the sound coming from her mouth was soft and silky. Her face was hidden by the shadows and he could only see her long slender fingers dress with ornate jewelry rubbing the globe.

“I see...marriage...but no children...you are planning to, though...” Bill was vaguely amused. What man over thirty didn't fit that description?

“Your job...it does not please you...a boss...you despise...” Again she was stating the obvious. Bill decided he had wasted enough of time. She saw him get up from his chair and panicked.

“Wait! I see...death...poison...I know how to stop it!” She shrieked in a trilling voice.

“Whatever lady, to bad you didn't predict me leaving.”

Bill left the tent more irritated then before, but did not think about Chad the whole way home. His wife, Claudia, greeted him with a welcoming peck on the lips. They quickly started setting up.

03-Jun-2009 01:28:24 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2009 01:40:03 by Dark Enmity

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The party had been Claudia’s idea. She thought it would be nice to make some friends, get to know the neighborhood. Bill had obliged. He never actually knew how hard a party was to plan. There was the decorations, the food, the deserts, and the entertainment. He even didn't even know who to invite.

“Bill, do you think these balloons match the carpet?” Bill sighed and nodded. No doubt a woman would be afraid if the balloons didn't match. Bill meanwhile was throwing streamers in every direction, littering the ceiling with blasts of vibrant color.

People started pouring in at seven. Half the people Bill had never even recognized. He assumed they were Claudia’s. After about ten minutes of conversation he excused himself for a drink of punch.

Bill escaped into the more tranquil kitchen. The discussions echoed in the room, like a cave. He picked up the ladle and poured it into a red plastic cup. It was sweet, but also had a slight sting to it. He swished it around twice then swallowed.

“How’s your throat?” A raspy voice asked. Bill wondered if he heard the question right. He could not register that particular voice in his head.

“All my predictions come true, Eaton.” Bill whipped around. The voice was alien, but he recognized those hands. Those eerie, sinister hands. She continued.

“If only you had stayed in my sanctuary, it would not have to be this way. But when I foresee death I must obey. Do you feel the cyanide coursing through your veins? It does not matter. I would warn your guests about the punch, though. I hear it has a bit of a zip." The Gypsy cackled and Bill could see her toothless mouth. She then fled and disappeared into the crowd.

Now that Bill had been told, he could feel the poison. He massaged his throat reflexively, hoping the cyanide would magically evaporate. He couldn't see it, but Bill knew that the poison was lurking in the punch-bowl. How many people have had a glass? Five? Ten? Half the guests?

03-Jun-2009 01:28:28 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2009 22:19:52 by Dark Enmity

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His heart sank. Claudia had some, right after they finished decorating. He wondered if his stomach lurching right then was from the venomous punch or just the sick thoughts going through his head.

Bill always believed that he would not know when he died. He thought he would die peacefully, like dying in his sleep for example. But knowing that something fatal was in your body, in there only to destroy, well, that was not how Bill wanted to die.

The doorbell rang. When Claudia didn't answer it he walked to the front door thinking miserably, ‘maybe she’s already dead.’ The door opened to reveal another surprise. It was Chad.

“I see you started the party without me. At least the Chadmeister likes to be fashionably late.” Bill just stared at Chad, with awe and fascination.

“Did you think I was too cool to come? I always love to liven up a friend’s lame party. Aren’t you going to let me in?” Bill just stared for a few moments longer, as if trying to consider something in his brain and then smiled. He hooked an arm around Chad and guided him into the house.

“Of course, Chad. Make yourself at home. And may I recommend the punch? I must warn you, though. It has a delightfully strong kick."
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03-Jun-2009 01:28:32 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2009 14:37:38 by Dark Enmity

Dreamweaver
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Another good story, Kyle. I was expecting another "punch-line" reference at the end though. :)
You mentioned dollars at one point, which seemed contrary to RuneScape's feel. I'm not sure if that was intentional or not.

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03-Jun-2009 02:09:33

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Dream I am in debt for how much attention you are paying to this thread (not that I don't appreciate it ;) ) Just one thing: that wasn't big enough punch-line for you? Just checking but do you know that the cyanide was poured into the punch bowl? And when Bill was talking about the kick he was talking about the kick from the poison.

Edit: Thank you for pointing out the dollars. I wrote that purposely, hoping people wouldn't mind but since you noticed it, I will just change it to 'expensive'. Thanks. :)

03-Jun-2009 02:20:23 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2009 02:35:13 by Dark Enmity

Tava60

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Nice you wrote another one :)

Well i just read Nightwalkers (great read, very nice) when i noticed this sentenced "They had problem left a basket of peppermint at their doorstep." I'm guessing thats suppose to be "probally left a basket of peppermint at their doorstep." If not well i would like to know what thats suppose to mean.

03-Jun-2009 12:37:18 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2009 20:38:31 by Tava60

Tava60

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Well kyle i noticed another error, ok quote "If only you had stayed in m sanctuary, it would not have to be this way. " Unquote, ok well you might want to make that "my sanctuary" instead.

Well with that off my chest, i quite liked the story. The ending was my favorite though, you do have a way with them. I hope that doesnt work with this thread though, just the stories. :)

03-Jun-2009 20:42:11

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