he walked on.
Cafes where silent. Houses deserted. Cold air swept through the street.
Then suddenly, he was grabbed by a hand.
"you maniac. "
12 struggled to free himself from the grip of his assailant, but to no avail. he could feel hands around his shoulders. strong inflexable hands.
he felt the crunch of his attackers fist against his cheek. WHAM. he felt the ground rush up at him. CRACK!
he was out.
as the world went dark, he saw that his attacker was not going to leave him to his oblivion...
He fell into darkness.
When he awoke, he knew he was in trouble. so much damned trouble. his hands were bound to his sides.
and there was a man standing over him. An Arabian.
NO.
Not,-
The Man walked around the room. pacing.
"Do you have any idea who i am? I know who you are. The people at lab fourteen called you the one with the number."
The man paused.
"hello mister .... 12."
He struggled to break the bonds. it was plainly useless.
The man came forward...
Twelve closed his eyes. it was his time. he had always hated himself up until this point for causing the annihilation of the population of Earth. Now he would find his release.
in death, he would be free of it.
then, grinning. he began to half laugh and half weep. in all the mad corners of the world, the bleeding had ruined millions of lives. all the suffering and death and pain.
all his fucking fault. how many times had he heard that before. nasir had been right. all his blasted,-
the man swung the blade. "we are all in this state. All Thanks to you."
the knife caught him between the ribs. Twelve choked, weeping. then. the sound of gunfire erupted. the man fell, cursing. Twelve blinked. he could now see that it was a plain gangster.
his ribs were on fire. all 12 of them. but his assailant was faring no better.
He started to stare with horror as the man's body began to lurch upright. the dying man stared into his face, eyes glowing with a bloody red gleam. he heard it now.
OH. MY. GOD.
it was alive. the Bleeding was alive.
"there's one. open fire!"
gunfire chattered. the corpse swayed and fell.
"Is he alive?"
he nodded weakly, gasping for breath.
he had survived.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
The bleeding of number 12
Mystery / Thrillerin this distopian horror story, Twelve is a conflicted and mentally unstable scientist who has after acting in self defence, unintentionaly unleashed a sentient virus on Earth. this virus comes to be known as the bleeding. Whilst surviving in th...
