10.17.14 Unedited, First Draft Excerpt from “King”

Copyright SE 2014


There was nothing Nathaniel King enjoyed better than — well actually, he could count on one hand the things he actually enjoyed: Pussy. Beer. Blood. He’d come to terms with each.

Sloughing the majority of gore off his blade, he slid the Kbar back into its sheath at his hip and shook his head down at the poor bastards laying at his feet. The fuckers hadn’t even heard him coming, but that was fine. King didn’t crave the hunt, nor the fear or submission. He just liked them dead.

Now to find a good sport and a Corona. He smirked and turned to slip back into the dusky twilight of the city. She was here somewhere. And he would find her.