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The Last Day Part 1
By Gary Sun, original concept by Bryan Xian
It's not every day a blood-curling scream rings through the colds marble hall-ways of your school..... All of a sudden, a dark hooded figure smashed a young boy to the side of a wall, his hands on the boy's neck slowly gripping tighter and tighter by the second. His mouth slowly opened a breathed a blast of steam at the boy. Also immediately, dark smoke came billowing out of the clothes and into the boy's nose. Suddenly a sharp scream pierced through the cold air and the lights began to flicker before it went out. Then loud footsteps echoed down the hall-way and there was a deep resonating evil laughter. Later that day the weather had turned to a grey colour with cold winds that chilled you right to the bone, a young boy with stormy black eyes came walking out of the school cautiously. He had pale white skin and cold bony hands with sharp finger nails capable of digging into your skin and then into your flesh. After trailing along for a few minutes, with his bag sliding on the floor behind him he stopped at the front of a house. It was an old wooden house which was desperately in need of a paint job. A leave-less tree grew on the front lawn twisted with branches that reached out to the sky. Grass grew in clumps on the lawn and a small rat lay there with it's flesh rotting away.
Staring up at the house, the boy sneered showing his rotten teeth and quickly walked up to the doorstep, his feet skimming across the cobblestone path that lead up the to porch. Ding-Dong. An elderly woman came up to the dark ebony door and opened it, its hinges creaking like finger-nails on a black-board. 'What are you doing here walking around?' she croaked looking down at the boy as though he was an ant crawling around for no good reason. The boy lashed out with his arms and...
To be continued...
By Gary Sun, original concept by Bryan Xian
It's not every day a blood-curling scream rings through the colds marble hall-ways of your school..... All of a sudden, a dark hooded figure smashed a young boy to the side of a wall, his hands on the boy's neck slowly gripping tighter and tighter by the second. His mouth slowly opened a breathed a blast of steam at the boy. Also immediately, dark smoke came billowing out of the clothes and into the boy's nose. Suddenly a sharp scream pierced through the cold air and the lights began to flicker before it went out. Then loud footsteps echoed down the hall-way and there was a deep resonating evil laughter. Later that day the weather had turned to a grey colour with cold winds that chilled you right to the bone, a young boy with stormy black eyes came walking out of the school cautiously. He had pale white skin and cold bony hands with sharp finger nails capable of digging into your skin and then into your flesh. After trailing along for a few minutes, with his bag sliding on the floor behind him he stopped at the front of a house. It was an old wooden house which was desperately in need of a paint job. A leave-less tree grew on the front lawn twisted with branches that reached out to the sky. Grass grew in clumps on the lawn and a small rat lay there with it's flesh rotting away.
Staring up at the house, the boy sneered showing his rotten teeth and quickly walked up to the doorstep, his feet skimming across the cobblestone path that lead up the to porch. Ding-Dong. An elderly woman came up to the dark ebony door and opened it, its hinges creaking like finger-nails on a black-board. 'What are you doing here walking around?' she croaked looking down at the boy as though he was an ant crawling around for no good reason. The boy lashed out with his arms and...
To be continued...