Author's Note:
Oh my freaking god I open Wattpad to see 128 views????????!?!?!??!?!??!?!?! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM NOT OK! THANK YOU SO MUCH I NEVER THOUGHT I'D GET THIS MANY PEOPLE TO NOTICE MY STORY! Seriously though, looking at how many people read my book really makes my day 2000 times better! Thanks everyone! Sorry I'm freaking out. On with the story!
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Ugh... What? Why do I feel like I am lying down? I tried to sit up, but I felt a sharp pain that jolted from my legs all the way to my scalp. My legs fucking hurt... What happened? I opened my eyes, only to see a black ceiling above me. My second favorite color of all times. I looked around, still... On a bed... All around me are the setting of a bedroom in all one color, plain black, with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I see black walls surrounding, a black table, black lamp, black stool, black closed curtains, a black door, and a big, white display window with brown leak stains that seemingly leaked from inside the cupboard, old dried blood. The thought of blood and countless people being slaughtered viciously exited me. Inside the mystery glass cupboard contained... Dry, rotting heads of people. From elders to youths, toddlers to newborns, human skulls of all shape and sizes are discovered. Some look pretty recent, with still considerably fresh blood that still had a hint of crimson. Some heads are in the rotting stage where it should have a bad stench, but since its in a display shelf, no smell is detected. Oh! Look at that one! The front half of the skull is shattered, I wonder who created this masterpiece. However, in the middle of all those, there was a female human skull that seemed to be the oldest. The blood beneath it was a deep shade of brown, almost black. The color of the skull itself was hollowish-white with certain yellowing parts and dark spots. What's more interesting is, that there was a butcher knife, stabbed deep right in the forehead, you can see the clear cracks around the knife on the skull, easy to tell that the person who did it was very strong. Hmm... Whomever owns this shelf has great souvenir ideas, I might actually start doing that. Observing the shelf full of human skulls calmed me, and that was when I had the chance to think back and process what had happened.
"Nathan!!!"
Warmness.
Silhouette.
Danger.
Bullet.
Raven.
Protect.
Shield.
Slow motion.
Left shoulder.
Vibration.
Darkness.
All the previous events came pouring back like heavy rain, covering every spot of my mind. Then where am I? Why can't I sit up? What happened to me? Did the bullet hit me? Did I save Raven? Why does my legs hurt like hell? Where is Raven? I have too many questions. In a fuss, I bolted up straight, sitting on the bed that of course, had black sheets and pillows. Suddenly, I heard the door open.
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Terror"Is that all? Is this all you are? Oh trust me, there are so much more to you than you think. You haven't got the slightest idea what you yourself are capable of. And you already killed most of my men." She chuckled with her usual sadistic grin. "W...
