☾Part 1☾ This is the first part of the small stories !Warning human death and mention of blood! Zarrow felt the hair on the back of his head stand up. The cold tugged at his hoodie but he never moved. He stretched out his hand. The mysterious man only cowered. "Sir," Zarrow smiled smoothly "you don't understand the incredible opportunity in my offer." The man only scrambled to his knees. Dis pare and Hate Burned in his eyes. "I don't want ANYTHING from You!" the man sobbed lashing out his hands reaching to grab Zarrow's pant leg. Zarrow only stepped backward and the man slammed to the ground. With bitterness he balled his fists into balls and slithered back upright. He stared a empty pain struck grimace at Zarrow. "You sir are making a big mistake." Zarrow promised tucking his hands behind his back. plucking a small knife from a sheath in his sleeve. He held it behind his back waiting, ready. "You might as well KILL me!" The man let his hands fall to his knees. "You took away EVERYTHING I loved. Just take my LIFE while your at it!" He cried wrapping his hands around his head in helpless, pathetic sobs. The street seeming to laugh at him as crows cawed into the night and cars screamed not far away from the alley. "Would you like it quickly or slowly?" Zarrow asked slyly holding the knife up to the moon to examine it. "huh?" the man said taking a step backwards. "What are you-" Zarrow darted forward and without time to stop him he stabbed the man in the gut. Shunk Wiping the Blood off the knife he drug the body over into the dumpster. Confident he was well hidden he jogged over to the alley in which he killed the man. There was a puddle of dark warm blood. Zarrow only stepped over it, it had no meaning nor purpose to him. He offered the man mercy. "Only a fool would reject." he murmured. Thump thump click. He turned around, Thump thump click. "Who goes there?!" He shouted out pointing the knife ahead of him. "I'll kill you!" A small high pitched crackly laugh struck the air echoing off the brick walls and getting lost somewhere deep in the city. With a small squeal he turned around. A small hunched over old woman stood, she was very small only about up to his hips. Again she laughed it echoed bouncing around him biting into his ears. Causing him to spin around trying to chase the sound. "Not so brave no are ya?" She choked out she was draped in a stained black cloak covering any hair she had it was wrapped around her hiding everything but her long nose and arms. She held a small wooden cane it wove and wrapped it was covered in mold. "Who are you!" Zarrow demanded stepping back pointing the knife. She only poked his wrist and it fell to the ground with a echoing clatter. "I have come here to speak." She said goofily sitting on a wooden box. Zarrow reached for the knife but he couldn't the world repulsed pushing his hand away, just enough so it was out of reach. "Fine!" Zarrow exclaimed. "You won now what do you want." She chuckled in that echoing laugh again. "I told you I wanted to speak with you." She laughed. Always laughing. "You have caused great pain and with it comes a consequence only the earth can bring." "Stop lying, i hate lies." Zarrow hissed. "Says a criminal, a murderer, a LIER." It echoed wrapping its self around Zarrows head getting filled with more and more hate. Then something strange happened, the earth spun around Zarrow the ground lurched beneath his feet. The Moon grew smaller and the world seemed to fade away in an instance. And still that long going everlasting laugh rung in his ears getting louder and louder. within seconds it all stopped. The world steadied out and grew still once again. Zarrow felt weak and his head pounded. It throbbed all the way to his nose. He looked at the ground. But instead of feet or hands there was paws. Big tan paws with a greenish tint. With a howl he leaped back. "This cant be!" Zarrow skidded away. He ran backwards knocking over a large tattered mirror. Shards fell around his feet small reflections of a long green face stared back at his eyes in wonder. a large bandanna hung around his neck. Tattoos lapped at his right leg. "No!" He barked leaping backward. He raced down the alley skidding and sliding banging into every pile of cardboard scattered on the corners. The alleyway opened into a large street cars darting around the interways and all over the street. The world was now alive with sounds and smells. He raced back hiding underneath a small dumpster. He wanted to stay here forever. He would never forget this. Ever. The person who did this to him would have to pay.
I went over the word limit by 25 hope ya dont mind... But i really like this story! I orignially went up to 965 words but i didn't have time to get the cockroach in... If you want me to then i will find a way. Welp love this dude! Good luck to the rest of yal'
