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Dark Ones, a story about Khaos

The dark hooded riders leapt through the sighing trees, and the wind built to a crescendo as they ran by. The trees swept their arms away from the battered path as though terrified of the onslaught. A farmer ran out of his house, stubborn pride making him impervious to fear.

"That's my crops, ya wastebuckets!" he howled, hurling a rotten turnip at the leader of the party. Something could be said for the farmer's aim, as it struck the leader of the party right in the nape of his neck. The farmer whooped triumphantly as the leader got off his horse, then froze as the leader took off his hood. A tall, handsome man with deep brown hair and crimson eyes grinned at him. The farmer fell to his knees.

"Khaos..... I.... didn't........"

"Yes, you did. You meant every word of it."

Khaos' voice seemed to belong to a kind, goodhearted young man, not the hardened killer who grinned at the farmer with malice.

"Take everything! I'm sorry!" the farmer gasped, as tendrils of smoke whirled around Khaos like laughing schoolchildren.

"This," he turned to his monsters, "Is what happens to people who don't obey me."

Khaos' hand burned with cold, white fire as he toched the man softly on the cheek.

"Tell the devil Khaos sent you." Khaos smiled maliciously.

The man didn't move.

He didn't scream.

He just stood there, white as a sheet.

And three seconds later, white ashes blew away in the mocking, laughing wind.

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So, yeah.......................... I made this when I was bored..............  Meh, it's ok.