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It was a dark and stormy night, and the Saint was walking down an alley in London England. He had gotten his orders from a man whose daughter had been kidnapped by a large green troll. He tried to get help from others, but no matter who went after it, no one came back. That's when he contacted the church, who sent the Saint to get her back. The troll was last seen leaving town and headed towards the woods.


The Saint walked out of the alley and into the street. He was about to head down the road when he heard a scream come from the opposite direction. He ran down the street, splashing through the puddles, his breath leaving clouds in the air; he rounded the corner, and stopped dead in his tracks. There, standing over the body of a man, was a large green troll. He slipped into the shadows of the building next to him. The troll looked behind him, confused; he could have sworn he heard footsteps. He shrugged and picked up what his victim was holding, a shiny gold pocket watch.

"Shiny! I now have something new to my collection of shiny things!" he said to himself.

He tucked the watch into his bag of goodies, and then ran off in the direction of the woods.

The Saint waited until the coast was clear before running to the man's side.

"Sir! Are you okay? Sir!" he yelled, trying to wake the man up.

The old man coughed up some blood, then looked up at him.

"I… I came here to find my granddaughter. She was kidnapped by that monster that attacked me," He groaned, then coughed some more. "Please, find her, she's all that I have left to live for… please." He passed out in the Saint's arms.

****

The thunder boomed overhead as he wandered deeper into the woods. He hated that he had to leave the old man back there, but he knew he'd be taken care of at the hospital. He stopped at a tree, and saw one of the most horrifying sights ever. The tree was adorned with bones, both human and beast. Attached to the tree, written in blood, was a sign, written in troll, but the message was clear. "You are not welcome, leave now, or suffer the fate of those who hang in this tree." He kneeled to the ground, and held his cross necklace in his hand, he said a quick prayer for the lost, then got up and moved on. The rain came down harder, as if angels were weeping for the souls of the innocent killed by the vile beast. He took a few more steps, and then stopped. He looked around and saw a door, hidden amongst the leaves. He opened it; it made a loud creak, and then closed it behind him. He began walking down the stairs, the smell of meat being cooked over a fire was pungent, he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and then made his way down the dirt hallway, the only source of light was from the torches hanging from the walls. He walked for almost five minutes, before coming to a door; he opened it slowly, and looked inside. There they were, the two missing girls, locked up in a cage made out of human bone. They were both asleep. He looked and saw the troll eating some meat in front of a fire.

The troll stopped eating, then picked up his club.

"I know you are there, little man. If you leave now, I'll spare your life." He said, looking at the doorway.

"You know I can't do that." The Saint replied.

"You want these children, don't you? Well, think again. I've made a deal with a vampire, if I bring him food, I get paid with a sacred plant from my tribe."

"Who is this vampire that you speak of?"

"His name is Jules. He pays me very well. But enough about that. I can't let you take them. Prepare to die, tiny man!"

The beast bellowed, and charged at him. The Saint drew his swords, then jumped over him, and slashed at his back, making the beast roar in pain. The troll swung his club, knocking the Saint clear across the room and into a table. He jumped up and threw a silver steak at the beast, and hit him in the arm. The troll yanked it out, and charged at him again. He ducked under the troll and slashed the tendons on the back of its legs. He roared in pain, then fell to the ground, unable to get up. The Saint then stepped on the troll's chest.

"Please, have mercy on me." It begged.

"I shall let God judge you, once you meet him." He said, slashing its throat, killing it.

He jumped off of the beast's chest, and then walked over to the cage. He broke the lock, and opened the door.

"Come with me. Your family is waiting."

****

"Thank you for saving my daughter, if it weren't for you, she would have been fed to that vile vampire." Said her father.

"It was no trouble at all." Replied the Saint.

"What are you going to do now that the beast is dead?"

"I don't think my job is over just yet. The creature spoke of his tribe. This means that there is more of his kind out there in the woods. I shall not rest until these things are all dead. And if my information is correct, they are all working for him."

"I wish you luck, kind sir."

"Thank you. I will need it."

To be continued…
I got bored, so I decided to make a story.

The Saint copyright to me.

Jules copyright to :iconcindarellapop:
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Draconis-Wyrm Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2010   Writer
wut
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PipeSmokingGentleman Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
:iconwutplz:
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Draconis-Wyrm Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2010   Writer
Yeah
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:iconimconfusplz:
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CindarellaPop Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2010  Student Traditional Artist
Shit Jules, paying trolls to catch shit for you now? Lazy bastard. GET IT TOGETHER YOU MISERABLE FUCKUP
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PipeSmokingGentleman Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
He's decieving them by using their sacred herb as payment!
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CindarellaPop Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2010  Student Traditional Artist
D:
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PipeSmokingGentleman Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
JULES IS :iconbadplz:
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CindarellaPop Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2010  Student Traditional Artist
He's an asshole.
And the worst part is, in the only "story" I have with him in it he doesn't even die even though he clearly deserves to. :iconhurrplz:
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PipeSmokingGentleman Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
:iconjulesrapefaceplz:
:iconassplz:
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CindarellaPop Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2010  Student Traditional Artist
:lol:
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:bow:
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