A shrill cry echoed in the distance, as I ran like a cheetah though the woods. Blood
ran down my top as I had just killed her. Fresh, cold blood, just what the master
wanted.
Until, I was stabbed. “But I thought I had enough time.” cried the ghost of my taunting
self. As my dead self lay there my ghost arose and headed off in to the distance.
“Master, Master I have the blood.” shouted myself.
“Who are you and where are you?” bellowed the Master.
“It’s me your hunter, I’m dead….”
What a spooky story Bethan. I really like the beginning where you are killing for your character - The Master. I am left wondering who he is. Quite gory but very effective, well done.
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