Thread: The Archaeologist, The Succubus, and The Gun  (LeftShield x Umbrale)

The clicks a failed suicide had to be up there with some of the most depressing sounds in the known universe. A man or woman so down on their luck that they were willing to end it all. So with their last ounces of courage they picked up a gun, shoved it against their temple and....nothing. He felt like dying but the world wouldn't let him. He pulled the trigger again. Twice more, then just spamming the trigger and gritting his teeth. AAAAAAAAHHHHHH KILL MEEEEEEE EEEEEEEE!! He screamed as chamber after chamber spun. He hung his head and quietly sobbed as he couldn't even take his own life. What control did he have now? Then, like a sign he heard a voice. It was, smooth, like silk, and danced between his ears but. No one was in the room. Still he looked around thinking a intruder had got in. It wasn't until the smoke started to spill from the barrel did he notice where the voice had come from. Like out of a nightmare he watched as the smoke flowed and flowed until it started to form in front of him. The smoke became a being right in front of him. It didn't stop there though, it just got so much worse. Not only was smoke from a gun that did not shoot becoming sentient in front of him. Not only that but it had formed into the most sexy, the most perfect woman he had ever seen in his entire life. He couldn't even dream up a woman this amazing. He let the gun drop from his head and fall to his side, watching with wide eyes and a slack jaw. Wha-wh-wh-wha-ahhh-wh. He just continued to stutter as the being in front of him started to speak. It got so much worse when it pushed him, he felt it push him back against the shelves. What was going on? A succubi? How was it pushing him? He was going insane, the failure of suicide had pushed him into insanity and now a naked demon was in front of him. So he did was most men would do, especially him while in front of such a sexy woman. Run screaming. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Yelling he pushed passed the demon, and out of the backroom. Tyson had never run so fast in his life but he pushed himself like never before to get out of that backroom. He fell out of the swinging doors, crashing upon the floor. The sound of the six shooter skidding against the marble as it flew across the floor. Scurrying up he dashed across to the pistol, swung back around to the backroom door and cocked back the hammer. He was breathing heavily and shaking slightly but was ready to kill. Then he realized, the gun didn't fucking work. Not to mention he was going to shoot a demon that was all in his head. I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm not....hmmm!....La la la.. What the fuck happened to my voice? Finally Tyson noticed that his voice had changed. It was, deeper, no that wasn't the word. Masculine was it, dominant and rather suave. He looked at his arms and noticed they were fine, running over to a glass case he checked himself out and saw the normal Tyson staring back but his voice, that wasn't his voice. Why? Why'd I have to go psycho, I just wanted to die but no now I'm insane!! Oh god, they're gonna find me. I destroyed ancient history! I'll go to jail for the rest of my life! No worse! The looney bin! Where they'll find me humping my mattress because I think it's a sexy red headed demon!! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Tyson, what'd did you do?! Oh fuck!