Memories awful memoriesA Chapter by Lord of mad men
Some thing poked me in the eye.
Ouch! Bloodly hell! I looked through it again but at a distance this time. It was dark only lit by a few stray beams of light shinning though the gabs in the wood that blocked the door and windows. There was a shadow huddled in the corner and two others in front of it. Then I looked towards the street. I saw a group of corpse walkers. Maybe ten or twenty but they had not seen me yet. I could take them all on at once but I caught a wift of a smell that was once pleasant that caught me off guard. I could smell a child. It smelled of dirt,flowers,hope,fear,salt and I did not smell any sighs of a adult. I knew that smell well because of little sis. I remembered how she came to my wedding. How she was slaughter. She was the hardest to find. She was so little and fragile. The others could not come because they had to teach. But she was talking her year off to find her self. She was under a pile of other monsters that i did not know. They were branded with the mark of Demir. Be hind her was the little ones. She deafened them with her life.She remembered what I had taught her. She always was a fast learner. She was still alive and she said as blood dripped off her chin. I wiped it from her face. She had turned into a beautiful kin. She would of made someone very lucky. She had pure white skin with the deepest blue eyes and fangs that were white as the snow she always wanted to see. She was beautiful with her speckle wings.that where now stained with thick black blood. She was a half blood but she was one of the most beautiful night kin I had ever laid eyes on. She said with deep red blood pouring from her mouth. "You were the best big brother I could of ever asked for. I love you soad. Then she asked if she did good" © 2016 Lord of mad men |
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Added on October 27, 2016 Last Updated on October 28, 2016 AuthorLord of mad menThe void., PAAboutI am broken I am scarred I am twisted I am burned I am corrupted I am warped I am distorted I am me After all this time? Always...... I was born the first day of the tenth month of the ye.. more..Writing
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