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THE FIEND AND THE FIST
Chapter 1: Tune Up
"AARRRRHHH DAAMMMNNNITTT!" The large fiend yelled as he threw a new copy of Lord Raptor's Devil album out the shatered window of a local record store. Patrons and employees alike cowered in fear as they watched Danzang, the ex-Darkstalker rock star, in his fit of rage. "HOW CAN THIS WASH-UP KEEP RELEASING RECORDS!? HE'S DEAD!" Danzang stood 7 feet tall, with an extemley muscular physique. He wore an open black leather vest with metal spikes lining the shoulders, and his jet black hair drooped in a single black locke in front of his face.
"Ummm, excuse me sir-" a nervous shopkeeper aproached Danzang. Danzang looked down at the short, stout, bald man.
"What do you want?"
"Well, you see, it's just that, that's a very popular record, and I would appriciate it if you, umm, wouldn't-" Danzang easily lifted the man off the ground by his shirt collar, and held him up to his face.
"Do you know who I am?" Danzang asked, his dark eyes peircing into the shopkeeper.
"I'm afraid I don't..." the shopkeeper cringed. Danzang's expression went from angy, to dissapointed. He dropped the man, and, depressed, wedged himself out the front door.
Danzang walked down the dark city streets, his head hung low, as he contemplated the direction his life was going. Danzang was once the lead singer of the punk rock sensation, The Fiends. He and his band packed stadiums full of adoring fans, mesmerizing the masses with their art.
That is, untill Lord Raptor came onto the scene.
Alas, time passed, and less and less people came to their shows, untill they were forced to break up and retire. Since then he had been living off the money he had earned from record sales and mechandising, which was slowly running out.
He lit a cigarette and continued walking. His face, somber as he walked by poster after poster, advertising the Lord Raptor concert coming to town.
"Hell, I coulda killed a couple thousand people at a concert if I wanted to," Danzang thought. "In fact, I'm good at killing! Quite good, I've probably devoured more souls than he ever could..." he stopped, and looked at a brick wall nearby. Sure enough, one of Lord Raptor's concert posters met his gase. The fiend walked towards it and snatched it from the wall.
ONE NIGHT ONLY!
BACK FROM THE GRAVE!
LORD RAPTOR, LIVE AT DARK CITY CIVIC CENTER!
A smile creeped it's way across Danzang's broad jaw. Danzang thought to himself, "Sure, you can come back from the dead maybe once, if you're lucky. But if I was to crush this no talent, prettyboy into dust..." He crumpled the poster in his hands. The ciggarete fell out of his mouth as he rose his head to the sky and gave a booming laugh. Bystanders gave the large man strange looks as he continued his evil laugh down the city street.
"Lord Raptor, you're mine..."
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