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Deadly Embrace
DEADLY EMBRACE CHAPTER ONE (CELESTINE )
Blood splashed through his chest, revealing the gross insides of him. Thank God I didn't eat anything on my way otherwise I'd throw up.
"You should get used to it now". A voice inside my head said.
Ugh, I hate it when I'm both right and wrong. Regardless, I cut his hands legs and head so that only his half-body is remained. Now I can put it in the bags I bought.
I put him, or his remaining body in one and the hands and legs in the other. I put the bags in the car and started to drive.
Burford, my beloved hometown, holds a special place in my heart. It's where my childhood memories reside, where I currently reside, and where I envisage spending my future. The town's tranquility and the indifference of the police towards the town's problems have made it the perfect place for me to stay for so long. As the winds blow through my hair, the soft rhythm fills me with a sense of calm. While most people struggle to cope with the aftermath of events, I find peace. I am proud to have spared the lives of many by taking only a few. It's a relief that I find hard to put into words.
Despite the fact that people often overlooked me, I always knew that there was more to me than what met the eye. While they saw an introverted girl who kept to herself, I knew that I was "The Night Hunter", a superhero who dedicated her nights to making the world a better place.
I was motivated by my desire to improve society and help those in need. While others may have only seen the surface level, I knew that every action I took was for the greater good. Even though people misunderstood me, I remained focused and committed to my cause.
Rather than letting their ignorance bring me down, I used it as a driving force to keep pushing forward. I refused to let their opinions define me or hold me back from making a positive impact on the world. I was determined to be a force for good, to fight for justice and make the world a better place, one night at a time.
I parked at my garage, took both the bags and went to the backyard. I lived in a decent two-storey home with nothing but a sofa and an old TV that my mother left for me.
My mother. She was a remarkable woman who possessed the unique ability to comprehend me without any words being spoken. Although she wasn't affluent, her love for me was priceless, and it was all I ever needed. However, everything changed when she met a man whom she fell in love with. This man, who was a complete stranger to me, became the center of her world. She began to devote most of her attention to him, and it seemed like she had forgotten about me. This man changed my mother into someone I didn't know or recognize, and I detested him for that.
Then one day, my mother died. A moment she was there, living happily with her boyfriend. And the other she was gone. I never knew why it happened or what was the reason but I still remember that day.
The haunting view I saw at my mother's bedroom. Okay, I'm not discussing it now.
I unpacked the two bags and threw them onto the hole, or a grave I prepared before leaving. My house was so distant that even the nearest neighbour couldn't see what was happening in there. Good news it is. Afterwards, I went to my bedroom, clean all the shit that man's blood made on my shirt. Then I went to bed as usual. It's more calming sleeping on days like these because I know I have done some good deeds.
Blood splashed through his chest, revealing the gross insides of him. Thank God I didn't eat anything on my way otherwise I'd throw up.
"You should get used to it now". A voice inside my head said.
Ugh, I hate it when I'm both right and wrong. Regardless, I cut his hands legs and head so that only his half-body is remained. Now I can put it in the bags I bought.
I put him, or his remaining body in one and the hands and legs in the other. I put the bags in the car and started to drive.
Burford, my beloved hometown, holds a special place in my heart. It's where my childhood memories reside, where I currently reside, and where I envisage spending my future. The town's tranquility and the indifference of the police towards the town's problems have made it the perfect place for me to stay for so long. As the winds blow through my hair, the soft rhythm fills me with a sense of calm. While most people struggle to cope with the aftermath of events, I find peace. I am proud to have spared the lives of many by taking only a few. It's a relief that I find hard to put into words.
Despite the fact that people often overlooked me, I always knew that there was more to me than what met the eye. While they saw an introverted girl who kept to herself, I knew that I was "The Night Hunter", a superhero who dedicated her nights to making the world a better place.
I was motivated by my desire to improve society and help those in need. While others may have only seen the surface level, I knew that every action I took was for the greater good. Even though people misunderstood me, I remained focused and committed to my cause.
Rather than letting their ignorance bring me down, I used it as a driving force to keep pushing forward. I refused to let their opinions define me or hold me back from making a positive impact on the world. I was determined to be a force for good, to fight for justice and make the world a better place, one night at a time.
I parked at my garage, took both the bags and went to the backyard. I lived in a decent two-storey home with nothing but a sofa and an old TV that my mother left for me.
My mother. She was a remarkable woman who possessed the unique ability to comprehend me without any words being spoken. Although she wasn't affluent, her love for me was priceless, and it was all I ever needed. However, everything changed when she met a man whom she fell in love with. This man, who was a complete stranger to me, became the center of her world. She began to devote most of her attention to him, and it seemed like she had forgotten about me. This man changed my mother into someone I didn't know or recognize, and I detested him for that.
Then one day, my mother died. A moment she was there, living happily with her boyfriend. And the other she was gone. I never knew why it happened or what was the reason but I still remember that day.
The haunting view I saw at my mother's bedroom. Okay, I'm not discussing it now.
I unpacked the two bags and threw them onto the hole, or a grave I prepared before leaving. My house was so distant that even the nearest neighbour couldn't see what was happening in there. Good news it is. Afterwards, I went to my bedroom, clean all the shit that man's blood made on my shirt. Then I went to bed as usual. It's more calming sleeping on days like these because I know I have done some good deeds.
