Fletcher inched his fore and thumb finger towards his faithful dagger at his belt clip, the mysterious assaulter cried 'Don't even think about it', Fletcher in his undertone brute of a voice replied 'I never think', with a flash he took the dagger and went for the attacker's jugular. at the same time four more .38s clicked. The man said, 'You are surrounded Mr.Fletcher, give up, we just wanna talk'. Fletcher retaliated 'I don't talk either'. In a jiffy he slit the throat of the nearest link of the cordon, to escape. Then he heard a shot followed by a searing pain in the leg. The mysterious man had shot him. 'You disappoint me Mr.Fletcher, mind your manners'. 'What do you expect from me, I am a crook' Fletcher said, with an evil grin.
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This started as an SMS exercise. I felt bored and wanted to write a story but was lazy to add to the blogosphere. So I texted each "Day" of the Devil's Dance. However requests from some of my friends asking me to put it here, has urged me to do this.Do keep reading and voting. I will see which option gets the most vote by the end of each week and try to incorporate that attribute into my story the following week. Remember, those who don't vote will probably dance on hot pans before the Devil >:)
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