Chapter One: Blood and Dust

Jamiraquai looked up. The playground was empty. there were empty chocolate wrappers being blown around in the dusty noontime air. The wind made slightly howling noises and everything was so still and poised that the very air spoke of impending violent movement.

Now was the time when Nercoprofanity would make his move. Jamiraquai tucked his lollipop into its holder, he pulled out his six gun and waited. Suddenly he saw a flash of movement to his left.

He turned, but there was no one there. Then he thought he heard a rustling behind him. But this time he didn't turn, he'd managed to come to his senses. ' Always remember to wait for the music' he told himself, repeating a lesson he'd learned many years ago. So he waited, body tense.

Suddenly there was a keening noise. And the strains of a violin played in a very screeching note penetrated the air. Jamiroquai frowned, he hated the drawn out stealthy suspense, he'd much rathar have heard the deep drum and bass of sudden confrontation.

He knew that Necroprofanity would be sneaking up like a snake in the dust now. The keening pitched higher, his enemy was closer. He reached for his belt knife but too late! the dust at his feet flew into the air blinding him and causing him to riase his arm to protect his face. Knife in hand, he staggered back.

Something then struck him in the stomach. his breath rushed out of him and he crashed into the dust. And Necroprofanity proceeded to claw the flesh of his stomach with his sharp beak while he pinned his arms to the ground. It all happaned in the space of a second.

Jamiroquai screamed like he was in the middle of a Slipknot track. Then he screamed like he was in the throes of the end of an Aerosmith song. He could feel the beak ripping through his flesh and into his guts. He could feel this vile manifestation of evil tear his bowels out in a feral rage.

He ripped his left arm free. And he plunged the dagger into the shadowy black shape eating into him.

To be continued....

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