Hey guy's Tears may be made in this chapter. Please don't kill me.
I crept down stairs with a baseball bat in hand. I looked threw the stairs. I heard a loud thump. I sprinted down the stairs as I held the bat sight in hand ready to hit something. "Hello?" "ugg. Jack?" the voice is rasp like they just woke up. "Mark?" "Yeah?" I saw him standing next to the couch. I ran up and hugged him. Then I saw a hand sticking out from the couch.
It's Mark's hand. I let go of who ever this is. "What did you do to Mark?!" I jumped over the couch and lifted it up. I retched to the smell, the smell of blood, and guts and who knows what else. "NO!" I looked under the couch to see so much blood there was brains, guts, bones, and Organs spewed all underneath the couch. I fell back, tears pouring down my face. Mark's.......Dead. "NO NO NO NO! You evil son of a bitch!" I charged at the Thing that just murdered mark. He moved out just before I could hit him. "Jack....." "NO shut up!" "Jack there is no use. Marks gone and-" "No shut up he's NOT DEAD." I knew he was but I was in denial. I curled up into a ball and cried.
Pull yourself together jack! "Come on jack. Just let's do this the easy way. Not the hard way."
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Fantasy{This is a old book that is so bad in my opinion So please be warned. I was 11 when I wrote this it's unedited} (May Re-Write later) Jack is just a orphan right? Just a normal kid with a rusty past. He wishes it was that simple. In the Orphanage he...
