Kleftis lay down in the hard grass that surrounded his home town. He tried to just collapse there and sleep, but whenever he closed his eyes, he could only see the two dead boys. They would still be alive if it weren't for him.
Kleftis felt a pat on his back from a bony hand. After that, it all went black. What felt like minutes must've been hours because it was dark now. Kleftis sat up, looked around, and saw the man dressed in black.
"Who are you?" Kleftis whispered
"To you, I'm your worst nightmare. To some, I'm their last hope. To others, they wish to never come close to me, some will try to play me. Doesn't work very often. All you need to know is a fateful event happened in your life four years ago. And I was there." The mysterious man replied, in a cold and deep voice
"What could possibly happen that was so significant when I was four?"
"Four? That would be eight years ago."
"I think you have my age a little off, sir. I'm not twelve, I'm obviously eight."
"You were when you left town."
"Are you trying to say that I skipped four years of my life?"
"Precisely,"
"I strongly doubt that."
"Don't trust your doubt."
"You know what? I'm best friends with my doubt!"
Kleftis tried walking away, but whenever he tried to take a step, his legs felt wobbly.
"When you go four years without using them, they go a little crazy." Explained the man in black
"I just want to go home." Kleftis replied
"They have all since assumed you're dead. And as far as you're concerned, you are. I recommend moving a few towns over, where no one hears of the 'One Handed Killer' as you call yourself."
"Look, whoever you are, just kill me, I don't want to live in a world where I don't even know myself."
"You know yourself better than anyone. That is, anyone other than me. I seem to know a lot about a lot of people."
"Great, now you know everything! Could you get any more aggravating!?"
"Of course I could. I just don't wish to."
"Can you just go away!"
"No, I'm always there, but I can make you forget me if you want. Would you like to?"
"Fine! Anything to get rid of you!"
The man in black reached his hand up to reveal a skeleton hand. He stroked Kleftis' face and once again, Kleftis saw only black.
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Kleftis
FantasyYoung street rat growing up in an undefined location in Europe goes through an incredible, life changing event that will leave his story forever changed.