Slender - Creation

Chapter 8

Hello my friends!

Just a small reminder to mention that I am ONLY 13 years old.

And guess what my dream is?

To get more than 5000 votes on this book.

I know it is almost impossible for an inexperienced writer like me to get SO many votes on this book, but could you please try?

If you will, maybe there will be yet another sequel...

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Chapter 8

I could feel fear, anxiety and disgust swirl around in my heart, my soul.

Disgust from me.

What had I done? How did this happen? I had too many questions to ask, and wondered how could I answer them.

However, I did not have time for that.

The large crowd had shouting at me, and some large, strong men tried to grab me by the arms and tear my body apart.

I wanted them to do that.

I didn't want to even exist anymore.

My body tensed as two muscular men, about twice the size that I was, grabbed my arms, and started to pull.

I could feel my muscle and flesh ripping, and bone starting to stretch.

I was going to die.

I knew that the two men almost completed their nasty job of tearing my limbs apart; my arms were dangling helplessly, nothing supporting them by the bone.

However, I didn't feel any pain. I was disappointed. I needed to be tortured the worst, most diabolical way possible, until I was at Death's Doorstep.

However, that would never happen.

It was all because of it;

The Curse.

I was immortal, I was unstoppable.

Even if the two men teared my sorry head off, I would still live.

"Escape, you fool." A voice hissed.

It was the voice if my master. It was the Great One's command.

One of my arms already off, I pushed the two men with my body, with unbelievable strength.

They stumbled backwards and fell on the ground, shock plastered on their faces.

I took my chances, and pushed at the angry crowd, which desperately tried to not let me escape.

And ran.

I ran to the only place that I could be safe in, the place where the deal had taken place.

The forest.

"After him!" Wilbur roared furiously.

Each house that I passed, I could see Lisa's angelic face in front of me.

"I AM SORRY!" I cried to her. A red, bloody tear sled down her rosy cheek, and her beautiful eyes bore into mine.

Forgiveness wasn't enough. nothing would ever be enough to bring my angel back to life.

My head throbbed, and nausea spread over me.

I rounded every corner of the streets to reach the forest, with a large crowd of furious villagers not far behind.