Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.
First Impression: Well quite the character that you've created here. Definitely feels like its a super creepy little short story here. You've done a pretty good job here bringing across a tortured mind that thinks in some pretty twisted ways and this writing has a certain flair to it that I do like.
Anyway let's get right to it,
Alexander ran for his life, even running into the door on his way out and tripping over stairs before he finally reached the subway back to his neighborhood 10 blocks east.
Meanwhile, Dylan had put his beast of a gun away and picked up his hanging guitar with a blood stained B string. He strummed a few chords before smiling to himself and dragging his constipated body to his secret walk-in closet.
Oh dear, well that is starting off quite intense...there....especially with constipation in the mix of things.
This is where he kept all the murder weapons.
This where all the action happened.
This is what I do for a living he thought to himself as he caressed a small army knife he placed into his pocket.
Oh dear....this is maybe a little too on the nose with that exposition but not he worst idea ever so it flows decently well if you kind of just go with it.
"Well, looks like I'm off to be a fucking professional."
Dylan Marie looked at himself in the mirror one last time.
This was for vanity.
This was for lust.
This was for self-inflicted reassurance of trust in the city.
Well that's not very pretty motivation there....but I guess it is pretty realistic.
He often found it rather strange that when he wore his gray suit without a tie and his pearly shades that he almost always got a nod from random strangers he passed along the street.
Huh...well that does sometimes happen...I think.
Maybe they know who I am? He wondered to himself often but always kept a straight face and made sure his dark lenses were angled so that they always made the sun glint in people's faces.
Here was Dylan Marie Valentino dressed in full vanity and murderous attire. He knew who he was and often glanced at those things he despised. There was an automatic list in his mind always accumulating the list of "Things that Annoy the Shit out of me" Abrupt thoughts form and he thinks of horrid things.
Oh gosh...well is that his name because that definitely sounds like a perfectly good excuse to become a murder....just kidding...
He finally reached his ultimate destination on the corner of D Avenue and Gerald Street. He walks into the shopping mall with a highly sophisticated look on his face and a mark of gold gleaming in his eyes.
Up the elevator he goes in a showy gray suit with the white tie and his pearly shades. He looks like a man from the upper side of the inland island of the city. He smiles and nods to anonymous people and grins so much he looks like a model with his wild jet black hair.
Okay is it just me or is there a slight bit of back and forth between past tense and present tense because I sense a few disturbances in the force with that.
Sudden instances flash through his mind again. A designer snake tongue protrudes and stands poignant out from underneath a dragon. A pistol in his hand and bullet through the bearded man's face of whom he does not know. Man's face explodes randomly, scattering blood splatter on the thin plaster walls.
Flash back to reality again, Mister Dylan Marie Valentino.
Flash back and know it wasn't real.
Well now that looks like its about end badly for someone there.
Her face splattered across the pavement and porcelain teeth scattered along the beaches.
Thick red fluid bursting from exposed veins.
Oh gosh...peeps are about to die now aren't they.
"Yeah, my favorite would have to be pineapples."
"Well, I don't. I hate pineapple juice."
"To be honest, Crystal, I would have to say you remind me of pineapples in trees."
"Haha." Crystal falls into an almost hysterical fit of laughter.
"You're so silly, Dylan."
Oh so they know each other, well that's even more interesting.
"How about I take you out for a walk to Cheryl Beach? It's not that far from here you know."
He grins as he slips back on his black eyes. She doesn't think twice before agreeing to his horrible acting.
They leave the fluorescent city of shops and the broken savannah parking lot.
Why do I get the feeling that will not end well for anyone?
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall this was quite a story which leaves us off on the possibility of a truly terrifying ending and that is...well...not great,....because I do like happy endings but then it is pretty well written.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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