He sneered as he checked his watch. Time was running out, and it was running out fast. The plan wouldn't work if it was rushed. It required careful planning and precision. He had to discuss this immediately. He scrambled off the street into the forest floor, trying not to trip on stray branches and piled leaves. After hastily speeding through the woods, he arrived at the place he was aiming for.
It was tall, but more importantly deserted. Not a single soul would dare to venture out this far. He opened the rusty doors and did not flinch as its hinges squeaked in pain, begging for an oiling. He stepped into the dusty main chamber. This, of course, was not the planning area. Only a fool would do something as ludicrous as have their schemes presented to the first person who walked in. Instead, he took a lengthy trip to the back, and flipped a few switches.
The dust rained upon him, the ornate wood designs falling apart. He calmly brushed off the dust and walked into the dimly lit corridor. The only light was from a few mirrors reflecting any remaining illumination fading into shadows. It was time.
As he walked into the final room, the room which contained all of his careful planning and effort, he stopped and looked into the mirror laying in the ha.
It wasn't recognizable, shattered fragments of it resting on the ground. He looked at the reflection of the person staring back at him. That person was broken, just like him.
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The Shattered Soul
Mystery / ThrillerA Bittersweet Revenge I wrote this with a couple friends. Im not gonna write their names, but if you see this my dear friends, u can claim credit for it. Keep in mind that I have my friends' numbers, so if anyone tries to act like my friends and cla...
