The warm red blood that spread throughout the street was now drying. Still, there was the sound of silence. The boy's face was looking down at the cold body. He slowly raises his head up, looking straight. He gave a very furious and aggressive stare to the only shadow left.
He says in a very low and dark voice, "Now there's only one of you left to kill. I'm a enjoy slicing your neck in half or maybe slice you where you least expect it! Are you sure you want to point that knife at her!? You have one chance! Make your choice now or DIE!!!"
The shadow then says in a frightened manner, "How... di... did you just... did you just kill him?" His tone then changes and says, "YOU BASTARD! YOU CAN GO TO HELL!"
All of a sudden the boy's blade penetrates close to the shadows heart. The boy says to him, "I told you, you had one chance and you wasted it! Now you get to die. Rest in piece fool!" As he says these words, he's twisting the knife, pushing it forward, until the knife comes out through the shadow's back.
The shadow falls down to the floor taking his last breath, spitting out blood. His eyes stayed open. "J... J... Joyce are you okay?" The boy asked. Joyce then responds to the boy, "Wh... what the hell did you just do!? How di... did you just do that!?"
Her voice then changes to a very frightened little girl, "What... what are you?" "Joyce, I'm sorry. It was the only way to save you. I had to! I... I don't know what happened to me." Joyce then runs and hugs the boy tightly saying, "It doesn't matter. What matters is that you saved me from those creeps. Thank you for saving me. Thank you," she says crying. The boy hugs her as well. He says, "It's okay. I'm glad your alive and now you're safe."
The boy was wrong! They were not safe at all. They heard more footsteps, to which they had no choice but to run. The boy carries Joyce and runs to hide in a nearby abandoned building. The boy then peeks out through a hole in the wood and sees more shadows.
He also saw a tall, scary looking man. He was talking with the shadows. The boy was hearing their conversation. He heard: "Look at this mess. I told these people to scare him. I didn't want him that frightened to which he would kill my henchmen. These damn imbeciles don't know how to do their damn job right!"
As the boy was listening he then heard Joyce whisper to him, "What's going on? Who are these people and who's that big scary looking man?" To which the boy responded, "Shh...Joyce! I need to hear what they are saying. Sorry, I'm not being rude to you. I just need to listen."
The boy continues to hear the man's conversation: "Look, that boy needs to join our clan and if he refuses more than 14 times then you have my permission to slaughter his body if you want and leave him in the gutter or sewers. You can feed him to damn rats for all I care. He's no different from them anyway. He's just a scared little coward and a stupid orphan!"
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The Fear Of Fear Itself
Tajemnica / ThrillerA young 14-year-old boy is accused of a murder that took place one night. He has no clue of his name. More trouble will arise as he knows exactly what happened that horrifying night. Strange figures are after him. Why are they after him? And what ki...