Lucan ducked into an alleyway, and leaned against the wall to catch his breath. He was in agony, both mental and physical. The cuts on his legs were open once again, and blood had seeped out the bandages and stained his pants. He could hear Euandros screaming his name, getting closer and closer. He slinked into the shadows so that it would be harder to see him, and he held his breath. His heart moved up in his throat, and was beating so hard that he was afraid that it would fall out. He forced himself not to breath, until he was positive that it was safe to do so. Cautiously, he peeked out to look around. Nothing. He exhaled a breath of relief and got up on shaky legs.
He started to walk out of the alleyway when he saw him. Euandros was quietly leaning against a wall. Lucan's breath hitched, and he started to back away, when Euandros called out, "Don't. I know you are there."
"How? How did you find me? And how did you know that I was killing the woman?" Lucan asked, but he already knew the answer.
"I told you. You have this aura that I can detect. And you gave off a glow while you were killing her. It had happened before. I just didn't understand why."
"What are you going to do to me?" Lucan asked.
"Nothing." He said. Lucan was shocked.
"What? But I killed more than a dozen people! In one week! I deserve a punishment! I deserve to die myself!"
"Calm down. You didn't know that you were killing them. You don't have control over your magic. You asked me what I was going to do to you? I'm going to teach you how to control it. And don't think that you have it easy. Believe me, I will make you pay our town back. Just not in ways that you're thinking of."
"Why? Why are you helping me? After all I've done?"
"Does it look like I want more people to die?" Euandros said, glaring at Lucan, "Come on. We have work to do." Lucan reluctantly followed him, hoping that this would result in something good, maybe a happier story.
The End
(You may now start from a different character or read the second ending for this story)
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Festival of the Dead
Mystery / ThrillerEverything was perfect at the autumn festival in the small England town. People were walking around, occasionally stopping at one of the small shops that lined the streets. Among these people was Euandros, the local blacksmith; Guinevere, the unoffi...
