Post by Dokeshi on Jul 5, 2014 1:58:29 GMT -5
In the Jump City Graveyard, the sound of a shovel scraping against dirt, and the squeaking of rats interrupted an otherwise soundless night. The Graveyard was located far enough away from the City Proper that it was not illuminated by skyscraper lights, and on this particular night, it was black and cloudy, with a new moon, so there was barely any light at all.
"Rattle 'is bones. O'er the stones. Ee's only a pauper. Oo nobody owns..."
The rhyme was spoken in a low, gravely voice, with a thick cockney accent by a tall man who was currently engaged in digging up a grave. The man wore a long black coat, and a black top hat. He was already waist deep in the ground, and as he shoveled, dozens of rats scurried in and out of the hole.
"Poor little blighter." The man commented as he continued to dig. "Prime of 'is life and 'ee's already dead and buried. Lucky enough for me though." He chuckled, a black, growling sort of chuckle. "You'll work quite nicely, won't you?" the tall thin man seemed to be addressing the coffin he had finally started to unearth.
The rats were scurrying about even faster than before, scraping their little claws over the coffin's lid as if to help tear it open. The man in the top hat raised his shovel above his head, and as the rats scurried for cover, brought it down on top of the lid, cracking it open.
Taking off his hat, the man bowed to the now exposed corpse, as one would when greeting a distinguished guest. Then he stooped over the pine box, and began to pry it the rest of the way apart.
Just as the man was beginning to pull the body free, he stopped, as his particularly acute ears had heard something in another part of the graveyard, just barely audible over the sound of the rats. Someone else was there.
"Tinker, Tailer, Soldier, Sailor, Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, Theif. I wonder who this could be."
"Rattle 'is bones. O'er the stones. Ee's only a pauper. Oo nobody owns..."
The rhyme was spoken in a low, gravely voice, with a thick cockney accent by a tall man who was currently engaged in digging up a grave. The man wore a long black coat, and a black top hat. He was already waist deep in the ground, and as he shoveled, dozens of rats scurried in and out of the hole.
"Poor little blighter." The man commented as he continued to dig. "Prime of 'is life and 'ee's already dead and buried. Lucky enough for me though." He chuckled, a black, growling sort of chuckle. "You'll work quite nicely, won't you?" the tall thin man seemed to be addressing the coffin he had finally started to unearth.
The rats were scurrying about even faster than before, scraping their little claws over the coffin's lid as if to help tear it open. The man in the top hat raised his shovel above his head, and as the rats scurried for cover, brought it down on top of the lid, cracking it open.
Taking off his hat, the man bowed to the now exposed corpse, as one would when greeting a distinguished guest. Then he stooped over the pine box, and began to pry it the rest of the way apart.
Just as the man was beginning to pull the body free, he stopped, as his particularly acute ears had heard something in another part of the graveyard, just barely audible over the sound of the rats. Someone else was there.
"Tinker, Tailer, Soldier, Sailor, Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, Theif. I wonder who this could be."