Brennan thought it was just a joke. He and his friends had been smoking some week and goofing off with some swords. His friend had joked about actually stabbing him. Brennan just put his hands behind his head, tightened his abs and yelled, "Come at me, bro."
Jokingly, one of his friends charged, then stopped and tickled Brennan's bellybutton with the tip. The group burst out in laughter. "See, I could have ran you through," his friend said.
With a chuckled laugh, Brennan just said, "Yeah, but you're too chicken shit." He smiled at the look on his friend's face.
"Oh yeah," his friend laughed. He rammed the blade with full force through Brennan's gut. Brennan let out a grunt of air as the blade ripped through his abs. He bent over slightly, looked up and his friend and the two began laughing.
Brennans laughs began slowing and morphed into coughs of blood. He fell to his knees, then over on his side. His friends just laughed and laughed.
Harry went to relax after the battle of hogwarts. Neville Longbottom had been taken on the duty of guarding Harry, as it was believed that some of the defeated enemy may still wish to harm him.
Little did Harry expect that Neville was jealous of him. It was Neville who destroyed the last horcrux. He was the one who refused to surrender even after everyone thought Harry was dead. Yet Harry had gotten all of the credit.
Neville knew the he should have been the chosen one, not Harry. So, as Harry was napping, Neville entered the room with the sword of Griffendorand rammed it into Harry's gut, impaling him to the bed.
Harry awoke with a start and tried to push himself up. His eyes were scared and confused. He coughed out blood and finally collapsed on the bed.
Two spring breakers just happened to be vacationing in Ireland when the US beat the Irish in the world cup. The fools thought it would be cool to celebrate in the crowded pub where they had been watching the match, while wearing their star-spangled outfits.
The locals didn't take their boastful celebration too fondly. The bar tender grabbed a decorative spear from the wall and rammed the two men through, piercing them like a kabob.
They screamed out in pain and agony. They sank to the floor, writhing in pain, wallowing in their mingling blood. The pub guests cheered out and celebrated. Looks like they won afterall....
And they all lived happily ever after...........
Well, almost all.
After waiting for some time for Steffen to come out of the old factory, Craig decided he should go in and let him know it was just a joke.
He searched the factory, yelling out for his friend, but there was no answer. Everything was silent. He got the doorway by the stairs that lead into the the lower parts of the factory. He could see some footprints in the dust leading down into the darkness.
Craig called down to Steffen, but there was no answer. He went down into the dark passageways. The dank, humid air filled his nostrils as he made his way, searching for his friend.
He got to an open area in the basement and could feel a chain from the light dangling against his head. He pulled the chain and a bright light glared at him from across the room. He placed one hand up to block some of the blinding light.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadowy figure race towards him. Startled by the sudden movement, Craig quickly turned to see what it was. Once he turned, a sword was rammed deep into his gut.
He bent forward and let out a muffled "Huuaaghh." He stared straight at his attacker, thinking it was just Steffen playing a joke on him. But the pain searing through his gut was just too real for a joke. And that shadowy figure was not Steffen.
Beyond the figure, on the wall, hung Craig's friend, blood still dripping from his gut. All Craig could do was stare in shock and fear. He felt a sudden surge of energy rip through his body and his legs begin to tremble.
He fell forward to the floor, driving the blade deeper into his gut. The hilt slammed against his abs. He tried to flex to dull the pain, but the hard hit against his abs sent a sickening ripple through his stomach.
He coughed out a spew of blood on the floor, he stared briefly wide-eyed at the red pool he had spit on the ground before collapsing into it.
Herkimer turned off the lights and hung the boy's body next to his friend's.
