Chapter 5
Every door's window in the room splattered crimson blood. Hearing the cries of despair and suffering.
He was thrown to a room with a surgery bed, and beside it were diffrent kinds of knives and drills.
There was a 7 foot tall man, his eyes were ptich black, his mouth covered with a mask, his head tilted to the little girl, looking at her with his pitch black eyes.
"Turn him to whatever is connected with a lizard." She said bluntly and slammed the door closed and locked it from the inside.
"P-please.. Don't hurt me..." The boy said with his quivering mouth and trembling voice.
The man's head turned around on his neck, looking at the boy, obviously having a horrifiying smile, his eyes squinting. He took out a syringe, the inside with a metal green colour.
Without hesitation, he injected it through the boy's skin, pushing the toxic through the boys body.
What the boy didn't know was...
The toxic will make him live... No matter what pain he feels, or what body part gets removed from his body.
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Hours of bloody slaughtering and experimenting, a new creature was born.
His eyes had the eyes of a reptile. Having hard, rough scales, covering his body instead of skin. Having an enormous tail that could also grow back.
Like a lizard.
He was named...
The Reptile.
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The Melancholic Circus
Paranormal"There was once a Circus in the deep, dark woods..., The laughter of those who watched those who entertain... But the behind the blindfold of the entertainers, hides the taints of sorrow, pain and melancholy."
