The moon glowed in the dark midnight sky as intoxicated people stumbled out of Ryan's Fourth Ward Pole. The night held a chill in the as if it knew something was brewing behind the hour. In the bar there were people voting, drinking and conversing over politics. The heavy stench of sweat hung in the air as George Roy stepped in the bar hoping for a distraction, if only just a while. Being a regular, George knew that this was a very dangerous place. Because elections were held here, political gangs were never not present. They were always lurking in the shadows like a black cat, looking for their next victim. He knew what they had done, although he himself had never been beaten and forced to vote. Everyone knows that...well almost everyone thought …show more content…
He had heard that name many times in passing, but never had stopped to discuss about him, like most people did these days. Images filled his mind of insane murders, ringing bells, and unrelenting black birds. Although Poe looked frightened, with feverish eyes, and sweat clinging to his forehead, he followed the gang outside through the doors. In that moment an unexplained presence passed over him that made him stand up and follow them out the doors, for what reason, George didn’t know. Pulling his hood up, George searched for the group of men who were silently leading Poe into the menacing forest. The trees twisted branches reached out, as if they were reaching for your soul and the wind whirled around them in an angry rush. George hid behind the rough of the trees and listened to the quiet, yet harsh voices of men threatening …show more content…
He had on a cheap gabardine and a tattered palm leaf hat. He moved to get a more adequate look, but as he did this, a twig snapped under his foot and gave his location away. They moved toward him and pulled him beside Poe, while they conversed over what they wanted to do. After what seemed like a long hour of waiting in dark cold night, the gang took George deeper into the forest, and then proceeded to rough up Poe. It was now three o’ clock and George didn’t know where they were leading him. They had been walking for at least an hour, making no sound, while he had made sure not to trip or fall into chasms that seemed to be everywhere. At last they reached a dark underground room. They shoved a shrieking yelling George into it, chained him and left him there to die. And at last, when George was too tired to yell, he vowed that he would get revenge on Poe and those