Blood poured from both of the creatures, as they grew quiet. The Butcher looked down to see the large hole, bleeding and oozing. He snarled, grabbing for his stomach. His hand stopped as he fell, growling. The metal creature stood up, struggling to speak. FOOL. FOOL. FOOL. All it could manage to scrape together was one name.
"Trgh...ah....vees...."
The Butcher gave a final roar of anger, before falling to the ground, his own cleaver sticking out of his mutated body.
(Hey all! So I've struggled like crazy since I started writing this book! I can't quite figure out where to go at all! I'm sorry to say but I think I'm going to go ahead and stop this book. I am planning to rewrite it though! Stay tuned!!!!)
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Silent Hill, The Pyramid Man
HorrorThe scrape of the blade on the floor sounded behind her. RUN. The blood on the walls. HIDE. He was there. She wasn't what he was looking for. DEATH. The Silent communication between her and him. Where the Death is never known. A work in progress.
