A.N: This chapter is meant to be short, it will make sense later in the book...
A war, he called it. More like mass murder. The pictures danced around in a circle. Images of the dead, bodies bloodied and mangled, some decapitated and missing limbs lay strewn over a field. A girl screamed out roaring out to the wind.
“Do you like what you see Sebastian?” he whispered. “ doesn’t it make you smile, war and strength, this is ours, we did this.”
“You did this, I had nothing to do with this, you’re sick” I spat as the girl screamed out again.
“I prefer the term evil, I want my body back and I am going to get it”.
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Road Runners
Genç KurguYou had to kill, they had to die, you slit their throats, yet wondered why. The gifted saint, that you once knew, is lying dead, infront of you. And as you watch, wounded retreat, listen to his slow heart beat. The valient soldier, you just slayed, ...
