Goners قصص

It rained blood. Of all the things that transpired that day, it is the image drilled vividly into my mind. I see it when my eyes are open and especially when they are closed. I can't even remember the growls nor the gnash of canines into flesh. Vaguely, the sound of bones breaking and the sound of cries before final gasps for breath. All I remember was the splutter of red from all directions. Thick, warm, dripping red smothering my whole body. I thought I'd never experience anything bloodier than that. Not until I stared into the ocean blue of my mate's eyes and listened to him utter the words I thought I'd never hear. Especially not from him. "I, Leon Archer, reject you, Nostalgia Avon, as my mate." At that moment, I felt like I was in hell. Bloodier than any hell the British could ever think of.

All of this is mine. YOU STEAL, YOU WILL DIE A SLOW HORRIBLE DEATH. Love ya<3 have a great day

"You won't last long here,you'll be the first to go"😈