Meet Luc

    Lucifer stepped into the great hall again. He knew this dream he'd had it periodically all his life and he still didn't know what it meant. The massive stone pillars showing things that couldn't possibly exist and rising into the darkness. He'd never been able to see the roof of the hall and this night was no exception. He ran his hand over the grooves on one of the pillars as he slowly walked through the hall to the double doors that sat at one end. Upon reaching them he hand his hand over the ancient wood feeling the grooves and rough texture. He turned back to the hall and leaned against the door sighing. As he put his weight on the door it creaked open and he spilled backwards.
    Quickly he got to his feet and looked around; in the room a battle was being fought. Four riders on horseback led an army against things that couldn't exist, Lucifer saw one thing that didn't seem to have a head cut down a human with a sword and a winged man brought to the ground by arrows. Suddenly one of the riders, a man with a flowing black cloak that hid his black armor turned to face him. His eyes burned white against his skull faced helm.
    "You must accept the mantle!" The man shouted as Lucifer woke up and rubbed his eyes.
    "Creepy," He muttered as he rolled off his bed. He stretched tapping the power button on his computer. While it booted up he went for a drink he glanced at the clock while he filled a glass with water. It read 3:00 and Lucifer shook his head. "Guess that's all the sleep I'm getting tonight."
    He drained his glass and put it in the sink. Upon returning to his room he sat at his computer and contemplated loading up a video game or working on a project he'd been putting off. Finally he decided to browse the internet before making a decision. The first article that he found was about a fire in an apartment complex in Germany that burned down almost a city block.
    "How does that happen?" He muttered as he scrolled through the article. Reading it a series of coincidences led to the trucks getting there too late to do anything about saving most of the buildings. Adding to the mystery was a little girl's account that she'd been saved by a man in black. Whom she claimed killed a monster but who was never seen by anyone else.
    "You'd think someone would have seen something," Lucifer said rubbing at his chin. He shrugged the strange story off and booted up an online game for the rest of the night.

    Lucifer slung his backpack on the floor next to the desk that he had appropriated for the history lecture; his second class of the day. He propped his head up with his hand and yawned. He wasn't paying close attention as everyone else filled up the lecture hall. After everyone had filled the room the instructor, a youngish thickset man with brown hair, entered the room and tossed his bag on the desk at the front of the room. He looked up at the class and slowly began to take roll in a strong voice that filled the large hall easily.
    "Lucifer Harrelson?" He proclaimed in a confused way, "That can't be right."
    Lucifer sighed and raised his hand, "Sir that's my name; just call me Luc though please."
    The instructor laughed and marked his attendance sheet, "You have a rather odd name don't you think?"
    Lucifer smiled tightly, "I guess."
    The instructor moved on through the rest of the class and finally once he had finished he set the sheet down and introduced himself as "Dr. Michaels." and went over the syllabus as Lucifer knew every one of his classes would be doing today.
    He paid attention through most of the class but when they were dismissed an hour and a half later he couldn't be happier to finally get out of the room and head toward the food court to meet up with a few of his friends. Walking down the concourse he heard someone calling to him. He glanced around trying to locate the person when he spotted a girl jogging toward him. She was shorter than he was with long blonde hair pulled back and wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Lucifer stopped and waited for her to catch up.
    "Whew," She said pushing a loose lock of hair away from her eyes, "Thanks for waiting."
    "Did you need something?" Lucifer asked uncomfortably.
    She smiled, "Care to exchange numbers in case one of us misses class?"
    Lucifer felt himself smile, "I guess I can do that, but I've never been sick."
    She blinked, "Wow. Lucky.
    Lucifer shrugged and gave her his number while she scrawled it on a sticky note. As soon as she finished writing it down she handed him a note with a number on it.
    "That's my number," She said, "You know just in case."
    Lucifer nodded, "Always a good idea I suppose."
    She waved and jogged off toward one of the other buildings nearby while Lucifer stuffed the note into his pocket and watched her leave.
    "See something you like?" Someone laughed from behind him.
    "Hey Sarah," Lucifer said recognizing the voice of one of his housemates.
    "Heading to lunch?"
    "Yeah. You coming?"
    "Sure I don't see why not." Sarah said with a chuckle, "And you can tell me all about your new friend."
    Lucifer sighed as they started toward the food court together, "I don't really know her. She's in my class we traded numbers just in case one of us misses class."
    Sarah shook her head, "You really need to get better at talking to people don't you."
    "I'm perfectly fine at talking to people!" Lucifer protested.
    The playful banter continued throughout the lunch break and the other two people living in the house that Lucifer rented joined in to give him a hard time.

It all begins

(Now again this is a shitty first draft so take that for what it is. And if you have ideas or things that you feel necessary to point out please do so in the comments.)

    Hacksaw pushed himself up and shook the cobwebs out of his eyes. He reached forward and jammed his black cowboy hat back on his head. He gripped a cigarette between his teeth and a sawed off shotgun in his left hand.
    "Where are you?" He muttered his eyes flicking into the dark shadows of the apartment building. He slowly eased a knife from its sheath along his leg as he stepped forward into a stairwell. Dimly he could hear shouts from the evacuated residents of the building.
    His combat boots thudded on the wooden floor of the hall as he stepped in. Sobs caught his attention and easing a door open on the far side of the building a small girl clutching a teddy bear looked at him in fear.
    "Shit," He swore stepping toward the girl.
    With his attention diverted he never saw the demon that smashed into his side and sent him sprawling through a door into one of the apartments.
    Hacksaw rolled to his feet; dodging the demon's follow up strike, but he'd lost his shotgun in the fall. He stared the demon down with the knife held in front of him.
    The demon in question was taller than a man with short arms and bone-crushing jaws. Its legs were a mass of muscle and its beady eyes, all eight of them, were locked onto Hacksaw.
    "Today you die Watcher," It hissed its forked tongue flicking.
    "I've heard the same from a lot of your kind." Hacksaw grunted, "You aren't special."
    The demon smiled wide and Hacksaw spun as a second demon's jaws slammed shut where he'd just been standing. The newcomer spat out the mouthful of Hacksaw's black duster it had caught and advanced.
    Hacksaw had an uncomfortable flashback to when he watched an old movie about cloned dinosaurs as he backed into the apartment's kitchen.
    At some unheard signal the two demons charged him their jaws snapping.
    Hacksaw ducked to one side and caught a slash from one's forearm claws but he ignored it and grabbed its neck with his free hand. Without hesitation he jammed his knife in under its jaws and the demon screamed over the sound of the fire in the building. Hacksaw dove as it swung its massive head around trying to catch him in its now pinned jaws. He rolled back to his feet behind a particularly ugly green sofa and while the two attempted to get turned around in the cramped kitchen he scanned for his lost gun.
    He found it underneath a coffee table in front of the, now ruined, TV. He scooped the weapon up and swung it around as the uninjured demon charged through the door. Hacksaw grinned as the shotgun bellowed. The explosive round that he'd loaded it with hit the demon in its opened jaws. The round's detonation blew the top half of the demon's head clean off and sprayed the wall and its companion with demonic ichor. Everywhere the demon's blood hit began to steam and eat through whatever it landed on.
     Hacksaw was waiting for the second demon to emerge with the weapon leveled when he heard a scream from the hall. He vaulted the couch and was in the hall in a flash. He stopped cold with the gun up while the injured demon hunkered behind the girl with the bear. She was coughing and looking at Hacksaw with a fearful look on her face.
    "Let the kid go," Hacksaw ordered.
    "And die by your hand Watcher?" The demon hissed through its pinned jaws.
    "I'll let you go if you let her go," Hacksaw spat, "Now just let her go."
    The demon seemed to contemplate Hacksaw's offer as the building began to collapse from the heat. Outside sirens wailed and people screamed.
    Hacksaw slowly tugged a pistol from the holster under his arm as the demon smiled up at him. The shotgun wavered and lowered to point at the ground.
    "No," It said tearing its jaws open and charging Hacksaw with the child held in its stubby arms.
    Hacksaw had little time to react and his shotgun came up before the pistol and lodged in the demon's mouth; its eyes went wide as Hacksaw tugged the trigger and the weapon spoke again dropping the demon to the floor.
    Hacksaw moved quickly; scooping up the child and making a mad dash for the building's exit. He stormed into the street just as emergency crews finally pulled up. He dumped the kid into a startled woman's arms and jogged down the street.
    He stopped a few blocks away where he'd stashed his truck. He tossed both of the shotguns inside a compartment in the back of the cab and sat back. He sighed as he looked at the chunk of his duster that the demon had taken.
    "Better the coat than me I guess," He said, "Going to be hell fixing it though." Shaking his head he started the truck and headed for a bar that he knew would still be open.
    He stopped the truck outside the bar. The place was about as dingy as they came with the lights barely flickering on the sign and few cars in the parking lot. Climbing out of the vehicle a big man tossed another man out of the door and blocked his way back inside. Hacksaw nodded at the bouncer and sidled past as the drunk spewed profanities at them both.
    "Pleasant customers you've got here." Hacksaw laughed as he reached the bar.
    "What happened to you?" The bartender, a youngish man with dark hair and blue, asked raising an eyebrow.
    "You know how parties can get out of hand," Hacksaw said smirking, "Just one of those nights. Give me a beer."
    The bartender nodded and quickly had the drink plunked down in front of him.
    "Is it just me or does this stuff get worse every time I come in here?" Hacksaw asked with a chuckle.
    "Don't like it then get out."
    Hacksaw shook his head and drank his beer.

Changing things up.

Well I'm altering things. Instead of being a review deal I'm going to start using this as an avenue to get my lazy ass writing. So on a weekly basis I'm going to have a bit of a story posted here on my blog the beginning will be out and on the site in the next couple of hours from when this post goes live. Now one thing I'm going to head off here this is what is known as a Shitty First Draft. The concepts are what I'm working with NOT the grammar. I'll endeavor to put the correct grammar in because without it sometimes things can be hard to read. That said don't jump down my throat because I misplaced a semi-colon or missed a comma. Read and enjoy the ride.



Well I'd better get started.