This is a collection of a few of my stories..... no ones gonna read them anyway! SO HA!
Mark Staiman sat silently on the roof of a small building. He took one final drag from his cigar and flicked the remains down into an alley. He then layed down on his stomach and peered through the scope of his sniper rifle. Now what you would see if you looked through the scope would be a couple a gangsters getting kicks off flipping off cars and then cussing out the drivers if they stopped. But Mark saw them for what they truly were... Demons.
They all appeared as though someone had pulled blood soaked leather over enlarged skeletons but the strangest thing was the fact that this "blood soaked leather" was their skin. The skin was pulled so tightly you could see their veins pulsing underneath and it was actually ripping in some places. But they didn't seem to notice because they always bore the same grin. A twisted grin that revealed all of their yellow razor sharp teeth. Mark could see about four from his perch.
He slid his finger over the trigger and rested it there. A thin smile crept over his lips rippling the soft skin of his face. The demons were still flipping off cars and laughing the whole time. The next demon walked out into the street and flipped off oncoming traffic. Mark pulled the trigger. A split second later the demon's head exploded in a mess of blood, bone, and flesh.
The other three saw this and pulled out guns and looked around for the killer of their buddy.
Mark pulled the trigger again. Another headshot. The last two demons ran toward the safety of the alley darkness. Mark took one final shot hitting a barrel. The resulting explosion sent the demons flying against the wall. Dead.
Mark stood up and dusted off his preist robe. Then he put his rifle into a case labeled "Crucifix" and walked over to the edge off the roof and walked over the edge without hesitation...
end of part 1

Mark sat smiling to himself as his assistant once again gave him another lecture on taking demon slaying into his own hands. "Listen Father I know you hate demons as much as the next preist but you HAVE to go through the proper channels in order to do this." She said. Becky Norwhin was a beautiful woman around twenty, three years Mark's inferior. She had long brown hair that hit around the high of her back with beautiful brown eyes to match.
Mark, age twenty- three, was what Becky called "beautifly out of reach" since he was a preist he was untouchable in the sexual interactions area. Simply put he won't have any fun with out clothes on. No kissing no nothing. Mark ran his fingers through his shoulder length silver hair and replied in a calm and handsome voice. "Becky if I don't eliminate these demons the proper channels won't be around for long" Becky sighed loudly and slumped in her desk chair.
"Mark..." but she was cut short because Mark stood up swiftly and looked out the window. "Class A demon in the downtown area" he said, "this could be fun" And with that he opened the window and after grabbing the rifle case with "Crucifix" written on it he leapt out.
Becky sighed again "Why does a man so beautiful have to be a preist?" she asked a paper weight on her desk.
Mark leapt quickly form rooftop to rooftop until he came to a stop near the downtown area. He opened the case and pulled out his Drugonov and peered through the scope to get a better look at the scene below. A Class A demon alright, buildings leveled and a bunch of corpses. Normal stuff for this type of attack. Mark then surveyed the surrounding area and caught sight of the demon... running up the side of his bulding perch. He cast aside his rifle and quickly threw his arms down sending two pistols into his hands. He then pointed them at the demon. "Loads of fun" he said.
.... end of part 2

The demon let out an ear- splitting roar before it smashed the ground where Mark was standing. Mark quickly flipped out of the way. He slid, then in one fluid motion lifted the pistols so he could get a shot in on the demon. The demon turned and faced Mark and let out another roar. Mark squeezed the triggers. Two bullets flew from the barrels and hit the demon squarely between the eyes. Mark knew this demon wasn't finished. Just a little pissed off. It laughed and dug out the bullets and threw them to the ground. Mark assumed a battle position. The demon snorted from its nose sending smoke from its nostrils. Then as if from nowhere a glint of silver was seen. Then the demon's head slid into halves. Cut diagonally.
After the demon's body fell to the ground Mark got a look at the thing that killed it. It was another preist dressed in white garb. Mark slid the pistols back up his sleeves and stood unimpressed in front of the new preist. "Hey I had the situation under control" Mark said. The other preist simply bowed his head and said "Good evening brother my name is Kaleb Matio" Mark then snapped "DID I ASK YOU?!" Kaleb lifted his head. His short black hair flew gently as he did this. "No need to snap brother I was just trying to be polite, you should follow my example" With that Mark turned and grabbed the case and leapt off the building.
... end of part 3

hey if you DID read this i realize these stories may suck!