Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

It's a winter night in the city. There are people walking and talking with friends in their way back home, and even though everyone's got a different story, they've all got one name on their minds. Amongst the many sounds of cars driving by, people chatting against the wind, and crunching of snow, we find a young couple completing their daily ritual of relaying rumors to one another before parting ways.

"Brent, did'ya hear about that mysterious Six Shooter spotted near Cross Street? All I've heard is he's supposed to be really dangerous." 

"Nah Stace, I heard he's just some wannabe vigilante, creeping around like some loon. He's probably harmless." 

This young couple would be just two of many, to experience the mysterious Six Shooter in person.

After around twenty minutes of chatting amongst themselves, the young couple find themselves in a fork. Usually, there's no doubt as to where they need to go; the left takes them homebound, but the right leads off to Cross Street. The two of them had never been known thrill seekers, but there was something so tantalizing about pursuing this 'Six Shooter,' or to even find nothing just to satisfy the curiosity. After the two stand in place for what feels like a while, Brent is the first to break this silence. 

"Hey uh, maybe we should just head on back, eh? It's late, and it's cold out. It's not worth lookin' into a dumb hoax, right?" Stacey shoots Brent with a disappointed look, and replies, "Alright baby, if you're that afraid of a 'hoax,' then *I'll* go peak for myself!" With that, she storms off ahead of him, and he chases after her. 

It's quiet now. This street isn't a very busy path at this time of day, and they've deviated a good distance from the main road and away from the busy cars. The only sounds they can hear are The sounds if their footsteps, and the bow gentle winter breeze. The legend around the Six Shooter is very vague as it stands, so the teens aren't very sure of what to look for. They wander for a few more minutes before Brent finally says something.

"Listen babe, let's head back. It's getting really late, and we didn't find squat. Why don't we call it quits?" After a minute of consideration, and a defeated sigh, Stacey let's out a hearty "*Fine,*" and they begin walking back. 

"You were right. We shouldn't go looking for trouble," Stacey said. 
"Well it looks like *trouble* found *you.*" A low, gravely voice from behind them started the couple, forcing them to spin around in fear. There they saw a very tall, intimidating man. He wasn't built heavy, but there's no way they could've missed him. His silhouette  stood out amongst the snow like a fish in the air. He had an old timey hat, and a get up straight from old Western cowboy movies. 

Before the two could say or do anything, they heard a loud rumbling sound from behind them. As they snapped back around to where they were headed, they see several shadowlike creatures charging towards them and the Tall Man. They move with an irregular pattern, not seem in nature. They're like some kind of horror movie monsters. 

Stacey is the first one to say something this time. "*W-What the Hell is that?!*" She falls back on the ground screaming in fear at whatever *that* is coming towards them. Brent, shaking, grabs Stacey's hand, and pulls her up and out of the snow. "C'mon! We're leaving!" Brent shouts this while supporting Stacey. They run towards the Tall Man, and just before they reach him, he pulls to revolvers from his hips. 

With a shriek, Stacey pulls herself and Brent to the ground, and they hold each other in the snow, afraid. Gunshots go off, and they scream even more, but this time accompanied by the pained cries of pain from whatever is being hit. Bullet after bullet, the shrieking doesn't stop until the last one  leaves the chamber. 

The two don't let up their death grip for quite a while. When they finally come to their feet, the monsters are all gone, and the man has left no trace. There were no footprints at all.

"*Let's get outta here!*" Brent and Stacey stormed on out of Cross Street never looking back. Eventually, they made their way to their homes without trouble. When their parents had asked them where they were, they tried to explain the situation. "Are you trying to pass off ghost stories now?" They also heard things like this. "I hope you're not getting yourself into any trouble."

For the next few days, more and more people were talking about the mysterious tall man with a get up from a cowboy film. A man with an intimidating aura around him that could kill on sight. A man with twin revolvers on his hips to blast monsters with. The man called, the Six Shooter.