To tell you the present I must first depict my past...
It all began on a beautiful day not a cloud in the sky. Everything was cool and calm on this bright summer day. I was sitting aloft my willow tree, I liked it better than all of the other trees because it was the largest for miles in any direction.
Though the peace never seems to last for to long.
A slick black car pulled up to our run down house. Being the curious little boy I was, I jumped out of the tree landing in the field behind my house. I ran around the house, I recall hearing weeping coming from the front of the house. I picked up a stick off of the ground and dashed to the front of the house with my newly found stick sword.
When I made my way to the front of the house my mother was on her knees still in tears. I put myself between mother and the strangers they seemed unfazed by my stick. I bared it as a sword and had waved it at them threateningly.
By this time my mother had regained her composure and was telling me that they were old friends.
I, uneasy at best, werily put my sword down.
After a while the strangers finily left, it wes dark by then. My mother still distraught over what the strangers had said.
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The Slayer
RandomA story based on a man that, in detail, depicts all of his brutal kills to avenge his parents deth Not anime fanfic
