I was sitting in second block at school (Wensday i think)and started writting this down on index cards,. again this is an idea for a comic that will probably never get made.
Erik "sparky" Phillips lived in the era where space aleins hadn't come out of the closet yet, but cowboys still ran rampant through what resembled the Western World. He never knew his mother and his father abandoned him at a street market. All these seemingly random events in young sparky's life caused him to become a gunslinger (the term cowboy being offensive at the time) On August 20, Phillips joined a small gang made of four besides himself. the gang was mostly into petty theft and small crime, the town that usually served as their more stationed home referred to them as "quaint". soon the gang (never having never decided on a name) ran into financial troubles.
The leader, having a common "western name" (which was soon forgotton after the mysterious accident that left part of him under the horse troft and the others in several whisky barrels) fought against the suggestion of branching out in the crime circut. "Perhaps rob a train like in those old dime novels," suggested Erik's close friend Ichabod, a rather short man with nondescript features. (which later would be one of the three tell tale signs leading to many misunderstandings and accidental executions) Shortly after Ichabod's suggestion their gang leader had the accident. the leadership, naturally, fell past Sparky, Ichabod and the taciturn Milo and landed on Tommy Larkens who was, to be frank, a rather loud bastard that had the aptitude of a pig. If one nice thing could be said about Tommy it would be that he was confidentally ignorant. Larkens liked to think big and flashy, having "his" gang do all the old stops. Robbing banks, stealing coaches, assassinations (if the price was right) and eventually they worked their way up to train robbery.
Tommy sent Erik on his first assassination at 2:30 on a Sunday afternoon, making Ichabod go with him to "watch the kid". Even though, having lost his parents at a young age, Sparky was never sure how old he really was. The target was a man you wouldn't glance twice at on the street, much about this man reminded Phillips of himself. The man put up little struggle when Erik slit his throat. Sparky fely hollow as he watched the man twich and spasm in a spreading pool of his own blood. Phillips would always remember the mans eyes looking up at him with pleading despair before the film of death glazed them over. For the next weeks the bodies added up and the nightmares grew worse. Until the day of the train robbery.
The day before the scheduald robbery was the second worst day of Erik's life. Tommy had moved Milo, Ichabod and himself into Clearview.( a town that was supported by the railway and other unseemly businesses) Larkens deserted them quickly for the saloon and Ichabod slipped off with some strange looking men. (although Erik couldn't quiet place what was strange about them) after much silence (although it was never an awkward silence with Milo) sitting in a small corner of the local eatery, Milo inturrupted Sparky's thoughts of dead men by asking him to go for a walk. When Erik disinclined Milo dragged him out with surprising strength for a small man.
Once away from the burning lights of the expandingtown Milo began to talk very fast about tomorrows heist. "Don't go through with it, leave tonight go somewhere far away where Tommy and the like will never find you,". Phillips shrugged it off eying, "Nice try, but part of that money is mine," Milo despairingly tried to convince Erik to reconsider. Sparky saw the look that the first dead man had wore now coming from his Friends eyes, making him shudder away. Running back to his room above the tavern where he spent a horrible sleepless night staring out the window waiting for the sun to rise.
Thursday 11:14
The four remaining members waited impatiently for their train to arrive. Larkens assured them that the sheriff had been killed the previous week and they still hadn't found a replacement. (mostly reassuring himself) The train arrived at 11:23. Sparky fingered the holstered guns uneasily. he had used them countless times before but something about this seemed odd. Milo watched sadly as Erik took out the guns and twirled them distractedly. The four scattered around the train. Phillips had the gun cocked and ready, moving forward to the back of the train. Milo glanced at him once (for the last time). Erik kicked open the door, guns raised and yelling something about handing over all the valuables. The responsive gunfire was deafening.
Erik "Sparky" saw himself lying on the floor of the train in a bloody mess only he was also up here being carried out of the train (which he could have sworn had a roof only a moment ago) and farther until he could see nothing of the train. The Undead Angels gripping him tight as they ascended to Non-Heaven. No one on the train noticed (or cared) the Undead Angels taking Sparky away.
An End Of Sorts
Erik is part of the O.C.A, also I'm working on getting out each characters backstory (not to mention their design) the back story will tell basically what they did before they joined the gang, the time when their all together will be different ( their perspective on things) and what happend after the train robbery.
sorry for any spelling errors.
