Shadow man intro

A Story by wolfan13

this is a story i'm working on not sure if i should continue

The sound was deafening as the blade sliced through the tender flesh of the neck and combined with the wood underneath. The head laid on the ground, the eyes still moving in their sockets laying upon everyone then nothing as the focus finally faded to nothing. Blood splattered everywhere, droplets falling into the crimson pool underneath. The executioner stood menacing wiping the gore from the giant blade shinning crimson. The body was taken from the platform the blood drying quickly as the sun blazed in the sky. The next victim stepped up as I watched, my fate decided as I stood in line. I thought about how I came to this place staring death in the face.

*flash back*

I stood in horror as the last of the screams wilted away. I couldn’t believe my eyes as the man pulled away from the shadows falling upon the oblivious woman like a bird of prey. The flash of silver whistled through the air making contact with the woman’s white flesh. The stain of red was all over my vision as the man pulled the bloodied knife from the woman’s body. Only to slash her white skin open staining her being with red. I watched as the man finally pulled away from the still form noticing me as he looked up. The smile that had been on his face as he slaughtered her spread even wider as I felt my knees begin to buckle under my weight. He appeared to float over to me as if he was really made of shadows his knife glinting with gore and slivers of silver. His white gloved hand pressed the small of my back gently pushing me toward the form. As I neared her my legs gave out splashing in the pool of blood, as I saw the morbid scene in front of me. Slowly the white gloved hand appeared in my field of vision taking my hand bringing my palm up fingers splayed. The bloody knife was placed in my palm, my fingers involuntarily curled around the heavy handle. There came a chilling laugh as the man faded into the shadows, the white of his teeth lingering as an afterimage. The shrill sound of a whistle range out as voices began to invade the space around me. The next thing I know I’m pressed against the ground the blood drying against my cheek hands behind my back. The knife forgotten as I was wrenched up the woman’s blood running down my face making my head spin.