Okay! Decided to share this story to you guys. As you can see this story is written english. Well I was supposed to pass this work at a one site (I should not mention it) But there is an entrance fee and I cannot afford that. So I'll just post it here. It's a dark story by the way.
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Wallace's eyes widened in shock, in fear, in regret. Staring down at his wife's lifeless and bloody corpse, he dropped the knife he held and fled to the body's side.
"My wife! Now look at what you made me do!" He shouted in a trembling voice while he clutched his head in frustaration. A feeling of uneasy is starting to build inside him. And as he sniffed, the rusty smell of blood flared through his nostrils, madenning him.
I hate this smell! The voice in his head hoarsely cried. The smell of stench!
"Please! Don't leave me!"
His voice were pleading. He is pleading at his dead wife knowing that it could never hear nor understand him.
Nothing is listening. After all that he have done would it listen? Would the soul that dragged out of the body listen? Would she care to listen? No. Nothing is listening.
"But I would care to listen." A deep and spine chilling voice suddenly covered the room.
Wallace even felt a light shudder upon hearing the cold voice that he taught have came from deep beneath the ground. Turning his head to the intruder he felt a cold breeze crawled underneath his being.
There stood a strange young man, all dressed in black. From his black hooded cloak, black upper paired by a black looking pants. He had his hood on so Wallace can't clearly see the man's hidden face.
"I don't care who you are." Wallace said with venom in his voice, wanting to dissmiss the man.
"Am famous enough the last time I checked, if you could care much you can ask anyone for more information." The man chuckled behind him.
Wallace faced the man angrily. Cursing him in his head. "Who the heck are you!?"
The man with the black cloak pushed his hood aside to reveal a beautiful face, he even taught that it is perfectly sculpted by a God. He is sure if the man is exposed in public all girls will drool.
The man raised his perfectly shaped eye brows, as if he is amused. "Now you're asking who I am? What's with the change?"
"Get out or I'll f*cking kick your ass!" Walllace warned as he snatched the knife off the ground and pointed it at the intruder.
"Gladly." He shooked his shoulder. "But it would be better if you just fuck my ass." Then he laughed with his own joke while Wallace didn't. "Now you're one lonely man who can't appreciate witticism. How miserable your life can get?"
"Look! My wife is f*cking dead! Now do I have any reason to f*cking laugh at your humorless joke!?" Wallace said furiously, remembering his wife whom he regretted for murdering.
The man once again furrowed his eye brows and had a smirk plastered on his lips. As if he heard a funny thing.
"How depressing. I can feel how you really love your murdered wife." The man said sarcastically, then his face turned serious. "Let's make a deal, human."
The man caught Wallace's attention after hearing what the man had call him. Still, confusion is evident on his expression.
"Did you just call me a human?" Asked Wallace stupidly.
"Unless your not one?" The man arched an eyebrow.
Wallace lowered his knife at the stranger. And calmly asked. "Who are you?"
