WANTED

FAde In:

Ext. Dodge city Dusk

New to his abilities Gloom fights his inner demon named Dakota that is keeping him alive also the wicked people of this town that is infamous for crime, as he looks down from the rooftop.

Gloom

(Standing at 6’1 with messy brown hair a skull with worn leather straps cover his face with only is his dark blue eyes’ piercing through the darkness from this intimidating figure wearing a worn leather duster.

Looks around

GlOOM- for a place that is supposed to be crime ridden it has been much too quiet for the last three days.

DAKOTA

To GLOOM

DAKOTA- Well I told you that you could always start trouble if you want to find it so bad. But you are still a child and know not what it takes to do justice.

GLOOM

To DAKOTA

No!  I know what it means to serve justice and it’s not by just charging in a place and scalping every person you see, that may have been your way but it is not mine..

Said with rage

Dakota

To GLOOM

Well, if the right way is what your about here is your chance see there coming out of the saloon it's one of the men on the wanted paper you have.

Gloom  

Peers down to the saloon and sees the Wanted man and starts stalking him rooftop to rooftop

EXT. the front door to the Shootin Spades hideout dusk 30 minutes later

Dakota

To GLOOM

DAKOTA- great you let him make it inside. Or do you have a plan?

Gloom

Laughs Nervously as he jumps and lands in front of the door saying to DAKOTA

GLOOM- you could say that.

GLOOM

Knocks on door

THUG #1

Slides open slot on door

Who’s there?

INT. Shootin Shades hideout Evening

GLOOM

Holds his modified .357 magnum to the slot and shoots THUG #1 at the door then kicks the door open and begins to shoot as DAKOTA’S blood lust takes over GLOOMS body

 GLOOM-DAKOTA what are you doing!

       DAKOTA

           To GLOOM in anger

DAKOTA- all you were going to do is get yourself killed and I’ve been here to protect you since that’s why I’m stuck with your pathetic body.

GLOOM

Distracted and barely dodges bullets that wiz passed his shoulder and torso

GLOOM-Your going to get me killed if you don't stop!

Slices open two more thugs with his curved blade as he shoots one thug in the face coming up from behind him as blood covers his skull

                 JIMMY THE DEFILER 

         Screams out loud to GLOOM as he shoots at GLOOM

JIMMY THE DEFILER- I don't know who you are but you aint taking me in you Bastard!

DAKOTA

To GLOOM

DAKOTA-Just shoot him already we will get by with the dead bounty and closer to the bastards that killed your family.

        GLOOM

          IN ANGER points his pistol towards JIMMY

Gloom- Fine! But don't blame me when we get the marshals on our tail.

         Shoots JIMMY and kills him in one shot as a tears build up in GLOOMS eyes

                                    FAde Out:

The End

Gloom: Origins part 1

>>>>We left from our home in Oklahoma and started heading out to the west in hope for greener pastures or at least that is what maw and paw keep telling me and my sister for the last two months of riding in the wagon. *looks up into the darkness of the cool desert night and exhales deeply* It has been tough on all of us though, we have been going almost nonstop since we left and its starting to wear some of us down especially my little sister Susanna ever since we separated from the group of wagons she lost her friends and has really no one to talk to. For the last couple nights we have seen a couple of coyotes and a couple other wagons but Father said he didn't want to chance the encounter with a hostile group.

>>>>The main thing i'm worried about is the thought of indians attacking us in the night i heard the move with the wind and kill with no remorse....those savages, but at least father has been teaching me how to use his revolver and according to him i am an amazing shot. But there aren't many perks to being 16 although everyone considers me to be a man they don't trust me with anything, it is frustrating but someday i'll prove them that i can do more than they ever thought. Right after that thought though things changed we see a torch down the road and as we are coming up on the torch we see what appears to be a coach broken down and the man is waving to us for help. I see my parents talking and begin to slow down. As they begin talking to the man i begin to see movement coming from the coach and three more men come out holding revolvers aimed at the wagon and as i look back to the man that waved us down i see him shoot my father first and pull him down from the wagon and then the man began to pull mother from the wagon. *watching in fear as he see's the terror in his mother's eyes as the man shouts vulgar things to the other men* Then before i have time to turn around another man rips open the back flap to the wagon and slams the but of his gun into my face. *struggles with the man as he hears the screams of his mother and sister while his vision begins to slowly go black*

>>>>As i awaken from my horrible nightmare i wince as i feel an extreme amount of pain all over my body. Though when i start the motion to get up i begin to feel movement all over my body as i sluggishly look down i start seeing a mass of rattle snakes trying to consume all the warmth that my body has to offer. Trying not to panic i slowly ascend trying not to upset the snakes though i know my death is awaiting me and this is it's way of mocking me by leaving me in a impossible situation. as I begin to rise up higher and higher i hear the rattle more and more and before i knew it i had four or five snakes biting deep into me as got out of there and start to look for my mother and sister in the hard ground of the desert night as i look in the distance i see a glowing light as i slowly walked forward i realized that it was our wagon on fire but it had been burning for a while as the flame is diminishing. Getting closer i see two bodies as my stomach began to tie into knots in fear that it is Susanna and mother's dead bodies laying next to the burning wagon. As i get about ten feet from the wagon i find my father's cold corpse slowly decaying on the desert ground as the scavengers are starting to stir i decide to bury my family to give them a proper send off from a horrible attack..*Everything grows dark as he faints on the cold surface*

Myths and LEGENDS

>>>> So have you heard of this character I've been hearing about lately?"the bartender said" they call him Gloom... Why do you figure someone would choose a name like that? He continued I figure that maybe its the depressing feeling knowing that you wont come out alive. "a patron said" How do you know people haven't made it out alive i heard about this fine young lady getting saved by the Gloom just two towns over. "The bartender retorted" Yeah but did you hear what happened after?the patron responded".... no?  Well the lady didn't make it home that night, about two blocks down the road she was killed with the same cut around the neck like the man they found earlier that day.

You know what else they say, that people shouldn't be putting so much faith from what they hear from dead people says Gloom as he walks into the bar and sits down *next to the patrons talking about him*
So tell me where did you hear these crazy stories from? Gloom said.*as he begins to laugh and takes one of the patrons shots from his hand and downs it like nothing. The patrons and bartender all stare in shock and amazement of what just happened as all of them are at a loss of words. Well? aren't you going to tell me where you heard these amazing tales of fantasy?.....No? well ok if you gents dont mind ill be off and tosses some coins on the counter and Gloom says this should cover that shot. *gloom walks out of the bar*

Prologue: Enter Hero

                                                {Prologue}


>>>>With the cold wind blowing in his face this masked "hero" looked off from the building as he heard cries from many of the town folk as he arrived into town. *places his mask on his face which consists of a part of a skull that only shows his eyes and mouth.*  As he descends from his perch at the rooftop he hears cries for help in the alley way from a young lady only in her early twenties being hit by some thug in a drunken stupor. As he approached the thug the young lady appeared hopeful as the hope turns to terror as she see his mask with the skull cut up with him holding a revolver in one hand and six inch hooked blade in the other. As he edged closer he says in a deep and low voice whats the problem here....buddy *Raises his blade* and before he could speak he was already at his throat sinking his blade into his jugular blood shooting profusely from the thugs neck as he scales up him slicing deeper in to his throat as the lady shrieks in terror in fear that she may have been pulled out of the flame and into the frying pan as he looks over at her as he leaps from the falling body and lands in front off the damsel. *quivering* The lady says "Are you going to kill me too......" and after staring at her for a solid minute he says if i was going to you'd be dead already. What are you?
For now your savior but for who i am you can call me Gloom... *drops the wanted poster of the thug with the word Gloom written over the mans face multiple times, and then disappears in to the night*

                                             
                                 

More to come

I started a little story called, "a story yet to be named" well i am going to continue to write it but it wont be all the time but i will write other things, i have plenty of stories up in my noggin (laughs) i just hope to have you become my follower and have my readers here again. thank you
_josh

Part 2 of what appears to be still unamed

As i stumble out of the bathroom i feel unnerved as i find a symbol and writing on the wall written in blood that has darkened due to age.

"Madness is my friend and i have its heart"

*the symbol that followed looks like a zero with a line through it " 0 "

as i study the writing i begin to start thinking that finding a weapon will help my cause to live and find out who i am and what the hell happend to me and who's blood this is. Death seems to have plagued this house i think as i wander into the next room waiting to see if i find the childs body or the father's body...

*the room is blue a perhaps the only room that seems untouched in the weathering and abandonment of this house*

its strange that everything in this house is ransacked yet this be the only house unscathed by time and looters.

*looks around and notices what appears to be a note book*

Maybe this might give me an insight of what happend if there was anything that was written in here at all. *Grabs a knapsack and shoved the notebook in it as i slung it over my shoulder; walks back into the main room*
Well no sign of the boy or his father figure it's better if i go but ill probably want to find a weapon if i am going looking....

Part 1 of what appears to be un named

Uhh... where am i...
*looks around as i struggle to raise myself from the ground i tense up as i feel pain course through my body and into my concienceness*

As i look i see what appears to be a abandoned house in the distance with the windows boarded up and half the fence is knocked down or rusted up. seeing as how its the only thing to have for shelter in the area i walk to it warily watching for anything suspicious since i have now clue where i am or how i got here. Getting closer to the abandoned house it seems to be more worse for ware than previously thought. I try to open the gate going into the yard but its chained shut so i jump the fence and continue onward closer to the door. I begin to pull the boards off the door with some struggle feeling every ounce of pain in my shoulders.

(KRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKK)
*one board comes off as the old tired nails release from the door*

The other two come off in succession as i begin to grow tired from the boards struggling to stay on this old abandoned house.

*turns the knob and walks in as the door sticks to the floor and stays open*

As i begin to look around i see the house fully furnished or what hasn't already been stolen from scavegers picking the house clean. Family possessions scattered around the main room as i begin to delve deeper into the
house I see a torn family portrait with dried blood spattered across it.

*picks up photo*

This family though i cant see the whole picture seemed happy at one point with a little boy that couldnt be any older than 4 or 5 and to happy parent holding their child as if it was their prize possession. They look familliar yet like strangers it puzzles me.

*folds photo and puts it into the right hip pocket and continues on*

Walking up to a bathroom i peer in to the darkness seeing what appear to be bullet holes with blood spattered on the wall with a lipstick container resting on the sink open, *looking in the bath tub a skeleton is found with the back of the skulls head resting awkwardly in the bathtub* that must've been the mother of the little boy...
As i continue to look around i look into the mirror seeing my reflection i see blood all over myself with scratches all over my face and arms; i begin to ponder what the hell happend and i am i here is this my hell my punishment? No it cant be as i shake my disillusionment i know nothing of these people or what lives they live i just woke up and i dont even know who i am. as i feel around my body searching for maybe an idea who i might be i find nothing, not even lint in my pocket.