Mystery Man - first chapter
937 days ago
Trees swaying softly to the eerie wind, sloppy steps on crunchy leaves of autumn with swift one not far behind. The killer seemed to be teasing its prey for it had been right behind her with a smile...not just any smile but a wicked one.
The prey was panting and wheezing with wound scattered across his body. Broken bones here and there, fractured wrist and a long cut running up his arm ending a little past his elbow. A clearing has come to with colored lights and cars driving past.
Limping , holding his arm about to go the hospital, that is until a hand grabbed his shoulder with a tight grip pulling him back with such force. A shrill scream filled the air, he grabbed a tree branch to hold him from getting pulled from the brute force with little strength he had left. Whimpering in pain, he was close to letting go until the brute force had stopped moments later still gripping the branch, he suddenly let go of the tree tumbling down.
The guy was unconscious as the man pale as a snow now covered in Blood of the man who once was playing with his prey. The guy suspected unconscious as the man held the black haired boy in his arms whispering “pulchrius anima” unemotionally.
The unconscious boy twitched, the man stuffed his knife in his pocket, throwing the boy on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes earning a grunt in response and nothing more. the guy flopping on his back while he trotted into the woods on his way towards his cabin not far from where they were. With eyes of two men other than the one carrying the unconscious boy. The men were wearing masks one white as a porcelain doll, other black as midnight with features of sadness.
The man carrying the guy took off in a sprint but the two still kept up. The man knew they were far from the cabin, sprint faster barely making a sweat. The man then abruptly stopped, now walking toward the door of the cabin. The two stared the man with the boy before sprinting back to report this incident.
The man gently set the boy down, trying to find bandages and alcohol to clean the wounds before they get infected. Spilling alcohol on his wounds starting with the bloodiest ones. Slowing dabbing at the long gash he had spilled alcohol on, the constant twitching.
There were small cuts along her legs, arms ever her neck but the face wasn´t touched once. A stab wound at his abdomen, close to his internal organs. After he was done cleaning the wounds, he wrapped them taking a big amount of bandages.
he swiftly turned around sprinting to a mansion taking a while to get there, once he reached his destination the place was filled with different beasts.
“Welcome Jeffrey” a tall man with no facial features wearing a suit with his arm spread out, many creature standing next to him looking bored or irritated.