Stinger was on the ground, trying to avoid contact with Assassin's blade. Boss. I got instant shivers down my spine, the hairs on my arms stood up in warning. I turn around quickly, picking up a rock ready to throw. Morph remained on the floor.
CLAP CLAP CLAP
I hear someone clapping slowly, followed by a laugh, "I'm impressed. You killed Morph. Someone without nothing did something." Um, I've figured out you're a voice inside my head, I don't know why but I need help. "What's the matter? Oh don't be scared. I'm harmless." His eyes. They're gone? "You must be thinking about my eyes. I'm supposed to be dead." A zombie? No way.
"Between you and me, I'm only 14 years old. That fear you have..." He lightly smirks, lifting his left arm close to his face. Pale skin, he looks dead, his eyes resemble the eyes of zombies. I can't move. I'm too scared to do anything, I don't want to die. "Comes from this." His hand was created ash, from nothing. There is an ash crest but it's rare, and not a faded eye color. If anything your eyes don't change color.
"Remember the massacre?" His voice, it sounds so assuring. So kind and soft, if that makes sense. It's the only thing that makes me feel safe about him. But how? Why? "W-which one?" His hand went down, "few years back" Soothing, his voice sounds soothing that's what it is. "Who are you?" He shook his head, "I am going to make this world my own. And there's nothing you can do to stop it." My vision.
"What's the matter? Can't see well anymore. Yeah that's the symptoms of this poison." Poison? Oh no. "Good night, and sleep well."
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Shadow
ActionJoin a middle school student as he learns what it means to become a Hero in his world. If you haven't read Hero Time by Wolfy Uzumaki, check it out, these two books are in the same universe
