Bloody Hands
- Leituras 44
- Votos 3
- Capítulos 3
Alex has bloody hands.
Alex lives in a world underground, the human race is divided into groups, the Diggers, those who bury the bodies and dig the holes, the Creators, those who are in charge of everything and watch over everything, and the Announcers, those who only smile their un-squinting smiles and lead the people to their doom, taking them to the arena's.
Alex is a Contestant, the fourth and final group.
That means that Alex must slaughter and kill everyday, in unending battles in the arena they fight the other contestants, those who also used to be diggers.
All the while, Alex has flashbacks of when they were a child, having a mother and sister, and losing them both, and having a chain always around their neck. Always there. Always waiting for you to stop working, so they can strangle you.
Always having the Diggers dragging bodies, the Creators watching, the Announcers smiling, and the Contestants fighting for their lives.
This book is unfinished (Almost done), I don't have a regular updating schedule but I plan on working on it as much as I can.
Picture from: Red Handprint. N.d. Dreamstime. Web. 15 Jan. 2017. <https://www.dreamstime.com/stock-photography-red-handprint-image4544872>.
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