here are just some short stories composing of the things written by the hulCAWmanian's dark side. you'll mostly find plots that seem to have a similarity to other chapters of the story. Some stories involves items that maybe classified as an anomal...
I thought I was going to die along with her, but me writing this meant otherwise. The necklace I had recently just bought turned out to be a weapon this whole time! And the ammunition? My blood. I tried finding other ways to activate the weapon by sometimes drawing blood from my arms and hand, but it never works no matter how much I soaked it from the blood of my hands. I think it is meant to be used as a last resort of self defense at the risk of dying. Self defense... What a joke. More like take as many enemies down before going down if I may say so myself. So just like that scene from pirates of the Caribbean, where a guy who's wearing some necklace had some pirates placed a sword on his throat ready for the cut.
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Day 8: what became of the other woman who had set me up was never heard from again. I guess she either died of blood lost or was captured and who knows what, but that doesn't still make any sense of this. If she set me up, then why am I alive? This isn't even a hospital. I am back in my own home as if the whole thing was just a dream. There were no cuts on my arms and not a scar on my neck. What just happened? I am back in my own home. Who were those people? I seriously thought I would be living there forever, but maybe I was just some sort of test subject. This just doesn't add up at all.
I checked all my belongings and there near my doorway was my luggage fully intact with all my belongings ranging from my clothes to other things. I also found a note from them stating that I am perhaps not cut out for the job and in a few days, someone will come knocking at my door to confiscate my weapon. As in my necklace due to it being a danger to both myself and society. Okay cool, but I see one problem... How would I surrender the weapon to them if I can't even remove the chains from my neck? There is no opening and I can't remove it since my head is bigger than the necklace. I have far too many questions to ask them, but now I don't have that chance. Maybe I could ask the future visitor about it.
Dear lady It seemed that we had picked the wrong person to have the responsibility of being one of the keepers of the weapons of mass destruction. Now we understand that what you did is for self defense and lost a lot blood for that matter. We no longer require your services and in a few days, somebody will come pick up the weapon being worn around your neck. If you are concerned for what happened to your supposed target, well she is well and back in our services. Hope you enjoy your last few days.
P.S: Don't attempt to remove the necklace yourself. Have the patience to wear it till somebody comes with the right tools to have it removed from your neck.
Day 9: I have reread the letter again and was wondering about the last sentences... "Hope you enjoy your last few days..." Probably a grammatical error on their part. I think they meant "hope you enjoyed your last few days". So I am back to my regular life once more. Just with this dread thing that may bring upon destruction if a single drop of blood from my neck or chest reaches this, then again. What could possibly go wrong? Nobody's going to attempt to run up to me just to simply slit my throat right?
