The winter
dragged on, snow was everywhere, the air was dry and icy and the wind blew so
hard it could cut you to the bone. The streets were empty except for one large
figure. A man built like a brick wall, covered in scars and ragged clothes
marched down the street with a corpse like stiffness. The large man was
carrying a bloody heart that was fresh enough to still be dripping blood. The
large man lurched and jerked as he moved in a slow and rigid fashion. Large
foot prints the size of a human head and drips of blood left a trail behind the
walking monstrosity.
Despite the slow aimless movements and the
dumb expression on the man’s face, his eyes were sharp and had purpose, he knew
where he was going and knew what unlucky soul he would visit next. the creature
walked out in the open in the middle of town, but it was night and the freezing
cold had kept everyone inside. The cold didn’t bother the monster but it was
starting to freeze the heart that he carried.
After
almost a hour of walking the creature arrived at his destination, a small quiet
house at the edge of town, it was secluded, private and no one could hear
screams for miles. The creature placed his giant palm on the door and slowly
pushed it open, the door creaked as it moved. The monster entered the house
holding the half frozen bloody heart. There was a woman humming in the kitchen,
music played from a near by radio. Each heavy step the monster took made the
floor creak, but he moved slowly and with purpose. The radio drowned out
whatever minimal noise the monster made as he snuck into the kitchen.
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