#ofvengeance

"This place had enough filth go through it you'd think it was The Bar With No Name."

Day 9 of Inktober. Still playing catch up with these. Here is another of my creations. Vengeance. He's one part the shadow, one part the spectre, a little bit of ghost rider, and full grim reaper. He will have his vengeance. #vengeance #originalcharacter #pulpfiction #inktober #inktober2017 #earlymornings #inking #whitepaint #ghost #ofvengeance #theshadow #spectre #kidslife #ghostrider #death #grimreaper

“ Hang on a minute-------- did you just say that you know Priapus? As in ‘my husband’ Priapus?”

“Dude, I’ll be fine. You trained me remember bro?”

Andy stiffened when the door to the Nemesis cabin opened, looking towards the door with wide, scared eyes. He looked awful, one eye bruised, almost swollen shut, his lip split and bleeding and an ice pack being held to his ribs. He watched the other carefully, shaking slightly.

Ethan didn’t even bother looking up at this point. He had given up on everything. He just huddled up in the narrow doorway of a condemned building, wishing hypothermia would hurry up. It had been snowing for hours and didn’t look like it was going to stop, and the only pieces of clothing he had was a pair of jeans, holy sneakers, thin t-shirt and a well worn and unfortunately torn jacket. It was rather disappointing, in a way, that he had to die (again) in such a slow way. No, the gods had to drag it out, making it as awful as possible for him. And when he heard footsteps, he figured it was just another person to pass by and think, Oh, someone else will help that poor kid.