FredA Story by Bobby
"Fred. His name was Fred". I looked at the man. My sword had gone straight through the ribs and punctured his lungs. "Fred, you say", he coughed. The blood that came from his mouth was so dark I could swear it was black. "Fred. He was a good kid." "Then why did you kill him?!", I cried out loud. "Why?!" I looked at his ugly grin. "Because I wanted to." I felt the anger come all the way from the bottom of the spine. "Well. Then I want to thos this!" I stroked the handle of my sword, before I took it and turned it around. He screamed. He screamed so loud I wonder why my ears didn't explode into pieces. The blood splattered all over his body. He would not survive much longer. I looked at his face. There was anger written all over his face. Just like mine. "Have a great life", I said sarcastically. "Just like Fred's 1 4 years." I dragged my sword out of his body and walked away in the sundown. The darkness swallowed me as I walked away in my own exile...
© 2012 Bobby