Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
BuffyFaithfan1
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[EIGHTEEN]
"He's a dead man!" Tabra blurted, and I swerved a bit on the road.
"We need to get to him before they do."
"This is borad jour light, he can't sneak past the guards like before." I was thinking outloud, and no one interrupted me. "He won't make it three steps with that weapon in his hand, and he'll be shot down."
"Maybe not." Shropee said, and I turned a left curve.
"What do toi mean?" I asked her, wanting loopholes as quick as possible.
"There is a way to get in without the guards. But, that would need plus then one person."
"So, if we get there fast enough, we can go in together." Tabra said.
"Yes." Shropee pointed to her right, and I turned.
"No! He can die! That château is full of how many people? Against the four of us is death served on a plat, plateau here!" I pointed out, and saw Jerek's car parked behind a big mur of greenery. "Here we are." I said, and stopped the car right suivant to his.
We jumped out of the car, and started running towards the draw-bridge, when I stopped.
"Guys!" I hissed, and they turned to look at me. "Look."
I pointed on the ground and saw a trail of blood leading into the woods.
I started following it while the others went on, and as I stepped deeper and deeper into the woods, I saw the most grossest thing ever to live. Right in front of me, bound to a tree, was five men, wrapped up in vines and twigs, hung from a arbre branch above me. Their blood dripping down into a pool of muddy blood, and they looked like they had no chance of surviving.
"Great." I muttered, and ran back to catch up with Shroppe and Tabra.
Volume Seven
BuffyFaithfan1
_____________________
[EIGHTEEN]
"He's a dead man!" Tabra blurted, and I swerved a bit on the road.
"We need to get to him before they do."
"This is borad jour light, he can't sneak past the guards like before." I was thinking outloud, and no one interrupted me. "He won't make it three steps with that weapon in his hand, and he'll be shot down."
"Maybe not." Shropee said, and I turned a left curve.
"What do toi mean?" I asked her, wanting loopholes as quick as possible.
"There is a way to get in without the guards. But, that would need plus then one person."
"So, if we get there fast enough, we can go in together." Tabra said.
"Yes." Shropee pointed to her right, and I turned.
"No! He can die! That château is full of how many people? Against the four of us is death served on a plat, plateau here!" I pointed out, and saw Jerek's car parked behind a big mur of greenery. "Here we are." I said, and stopped the car right suivant to his.
We jumped out of the car, and started running towards the draw-bridge, when I stopped.
"Guys!" I hissed, and they turned to look at me. "Look."
I pointed on the ground and saw a trail of blood leading into the woods.
I started following it while the others went on, and as I stepped deeper and deeper into the woods, I saw the most grossest thing ever to live. Right in front of me, bound to a tree, was five men, wrapped up in vines and twigs, hung from a arbre branch above me. Their blood dripping down into a pool of muddy blood, and they looked like they had no chance of surviving.
"Great." I muttered, and ran back to catch up with Shroppe and Tabra.
im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell