Andrea Allison - Horror Writer
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Day 20
A curse befitting man. We can't help but gawk at the carnage of an accident. People stood by and watched Jesus die on the cross. People encourage a brawl to continue rather than try to stop it. A fact of life they say. Another fact is some bad men go unpunished. Simon and Mark may be those men. Someone had to end it. Why not let Roy do it?
So, I waited. My hand gently caressed the book concealed against my belly. The voices grew closer. Began to echo throughout the foyer. That is until they set eyes on Roy. No chatter nor whispers. Now was not the time to offend anyone, especially him. Simon and Mark slowly came in to view. Neither knew how to approach the situation. How do you bargain with a ghost? Much less fight one? Roy never took his eyes off of me. The prey was in reach. They had to come up with a strategy to get to me. Simon and Mark crept to Roy, circling him. Neither knew what threat lay before them, but I did.
I knew exactly how dangerous Roy could be. A boy in any other form may be labeled as harmless. In this case, eh had the advantage. One he would use. His predators prepared to pounce on him, but not a worry line appeared on his face. Mark and Simon exchanged glances a split moment before lunging at Roy. Their efforts rewarded with a face full of glass, breaking the hypnotic spell. He was gone. Roy left me to die by the hands of Simon and Mark, one I trusted and one I despised. I had to learn to stop trusting everyone. Dead or alive.
AUTHOR NOTES: Final word count of the day: 35,200 words
So, I waited. My hand gently caressed the book concealed against my belly. The voices grew closer. Began to echo throughout the foyer. That is until they set eyes on Roy. No chatter nor whispers. Now was not the time to offend anyone, especially him. Simon and Mark slowly came in to view. Neither knew how to approach the situation. How do you bargain with a ghost? Much less fight one? Roy never took his eyes off of me. The prey was in reach. They had to come up with a strategy to get to me. Simon and Mark crept to Roy, circling him. Neither knew what threat lay before them, but I did.
I knew exactly how dangerous Roy could be. A boy in any other form may be labeled as harmless. In this case, eh had the advantage. One he would use. His predators prepared to pounce on him, but not a worry line appeared on his face. Mark and Simon exchanged glances a split moment before lunging at Roy. Their efforts rewarded with a face full of glass, breaking the hypnotic spell. He was gone. Roy left me to die by the hands of Simon and Mark, one I trusted and one I despised. I had to learn to stop trusting everyone. Dead or alive.
AUTHOR NOTES: Final word count of the day: 35,200 words
