Hey, this is iGirl, and this is the prologue to my book that I'm writing on this blog, enjoy! (P.S this is the first draft and there is no outline as of yet, so pardon me if it's awful.)
Vice Principal Edmunds looked down his nose at the large disheveled character that was sitting in the chair opposite him. It was a hard thing indeed to look down on this man who was at least a foot taller than Vice Principal Edmunds, who was used to looking down on people and so managed to do so in a rather awkward fashion.
The man was gruff looking, with a scraggly beard and an eye patch on one eye. His bowler hat was tipped at a rakish angle and he seemed very sure of himself, as anyone would who had just broken into a Vice Principal's office by way of knocking down the solid oak door would. He folded his hands together in what would have been a genial manner, if he had not cracked his knuckles threateningly.
"Vice Principal Edmunds, I do not know if you are aware of this, but I have killed a man with one hand once. And no weapons. Now I will repeat the question, where is Mr. Scone?" The man growled so low that Vice Principal Edmunds had to crane his ears to hear.
"Not far." Vice Principal Edmunds squeaked.
"Where, pray tell, is not far?"
"A place called Spider Forest, three towns over." The Vice Principal squeaked once more, then made a valiant attempt at regaining his composure.
"Thank you." The man said slowly, his voice rising to the normal octave, which was three below what any normal mans was.
"Yes, well, just so long as your, er, happy." Vice Principal Edmunds finally found his voice.
"Very." The man nodded and rose from the chair with a screech that was sure to scrape the floor. Then he began to stroll out as if he had just been meeting with a very old friend with whom he had not seen for a long time and had coffee with him. It appeared that he was going to leave, but with a violent turn he grabbed the lamp on the Vice Principal's desk and threw it on the ground with such force that the floor shook. "And that's what I'll do to you if you breath a word of this to anyone." He said so low that he could hardly hear it himself.
"I see." Vice Principal Edmunds said, though he didn't see at all. And the big man left, with stomps that Vice Principal Edmunds could hear even when the man was out of the building.
"Well then," He said to himself, "I think I need a break, too much excitement in one day." And with that he down a whole glass of water with some Asprin, and buzzed in to the Principal's office.
"Veronica." His voice wavered, "I will be taking a break for some... personal time. I'll be back in a few weeks." The Principal didn't answer, she wasn't there. But Vice Principal Edmunds didn't care, he was taking that break even if the Veronica didn't want him to.
Slowly he rose from his chair and opened the venetian blinds a crack, just to make sure the the big man was gone. He opened his blinds just in time to see the big man step out of the building and look up at him, then pull a gun and fire at the window. After that the big man entered his small black car and bumbled off as if nothing had happened. Vice Principal Edmunds jumped, you would too if there was a bullet hole in the window not three inches from your face.
"Yes, a break is exactly what I need." He squealed, and rushed out not even bothering to grab his briefcase. On the way there was a small boy in his uniform bouncing a ball back and forth and back and forth, and back and forth some more. It got incredibly annoying.
"Boy," Vice Principal Edmunds said, regaining some of the chutzpah that he had lost when the from the moment the big man had entered the school. "You have detention for the next week."
And with that, feeling much more majestic that he had, Vice Principal Edmunds left the school for his break.
Ta-da! That's the prologue, I know, it sounds suspiciously like Alex and the Ironic Gentlemen, but I will not make it like that! So, Adrienne Kress, if you happen to read this; I love your work, it is amazing, and I am not trying to copy you. :)
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