Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-30131225-20161102085923

FirePyre wrote: Last night, the jailor died. He was holding a serial killer in detention and had not decided to execute him. This had led to a swift death for him, and an even swifter hanging for the serial killer.

And now the young boy had come to dig.

He was quieter than most, very introverted. Most people thought he was strange, or weird, but he was simply ponderous. He was always thinking.

He arrived at the cemetary, the. shovel head gleaming in the dark night. He planted it into the ground, next to the jailor's grave, and began to dig. He dug and dug, throwing dirt around until the coffin was revealed, gleaming black. The boy dropped to his knees and pulled the lid off, revealing a body, a dead and rotted one with a knife wound in it's stomach. The boy passed his hand over the body, and it began to mend, the wound disappearing, the flesh re-growing, until a man lay in the coffin, his eyes wide, exhilirated.

"What...?" He manages, and the boy extends a hand, helping him to his feet.

"I brought you back to life." The boy says. "God has given me this power, and I have used it on you."

"What do I call you?" The jailor asks.

The boy gives a faint smile. "God has named me... the Retributionist."

End of Retributionist story. MY EYES!! It burn!!