key to my writing style:
“speaking aloud”
‘thoughts’
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(Author note: This is my first attempt at writing a fantasy story so it would be nice if you point out anything that you think could be improved. though i won’t change the story to an extreme to fit the ideas of my readers unless i see them working into what i am writing. i will be thankful for any and all grammar and spelling corrections.)
Walking on one of his usual walks in the middle of the night past the legal curfew time, a guy is casually walking down the street.This man is about six feet tall. He has brown hair that’s about twelve inches give or take, from not having a haircut for a very, very long time. He’s a bit over weight but it doesn't really show unless you see him without clothes on, few do and even fewer try to. He likes to have a jacket on or some sort of bulky outfit that does well to conceal his movements underneath its surface. He usually has jeans on that fit loosely as to give his legs breathing room and not to restrict movement. He hates restrictive clothing.
This man is just casually walking sorting out his life problems. Such as lack of motivation, depression, and regret. There are many others but those are on the top of the list as he is walking sorting out his thoughts. That is until he is interrupted by a scream from a house nearby that has an open door and the sounds of things being thrown about. He begins to wonder how he didn’t notice that before. He pushes that to the back of his mind along with the sirens he was toning out as general ambient noises.
The man sticks his hand in his pocket and grabs a hold of his pocket knife. He know this this an incredibly stupid idea but if he dies then well he doesn't have to worry about it. With pocket knife out and in hand he rushes at the house he hears screaming from. As he reaches the house he slows down a bit so he has a better chance at positive results of this idiotic endeavor.
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Thinking of the many scenarios of what could have been happening he was surprised to see a little boy with a bloody knife in his hand facing away from him and slowly walking towards what he assumes is the rest of the people in the house. A metallic smell overwhelms his senses. he then realized where the blood on the knife came from, a muscular man kneeling on the floor with his hands on his throat as blood gushes out and the life drains from his body. For some weird reason the sight doesn’t bother him too much as if he just doesn’t register it as real.
The man then feels the pressure of the situation. “This kid is psychotic he’s killing his family!” He says under his breath to avoid alerting him. He turns back towards the boy who appears to have left the room. It clicks in the man’s head ‘He must be searching for more victims i need to move fast!’ He then follows the trail of bloody dots on the floor seemingly from the knife the boy has.
He spots the boy he about to stab a older lady in the abdomen. Without thinking the man lunges forward and stabs the kid in the back disrupting his earlier action. The boy yells out in pain. The woman's face pales more than it already has. though the guy doesn’t notice. enraged the kid tries to slash at the man in a wild motion. untrained in any form of combat it actually grazes the man. the man then removes the knife in a twisting motion causing the kid to spit out blood. ‘looks like a lung’ the man thought as he stabbed the kid in the neck with his knife, killing him.
The next thing that happened was the woman was frozen in fear staring at the bloody knife. As the man was about to say “Don’t worry i’m not here to hurt you!” reality had different plans as a police officer yelled “He’s got a knife!” and opens fire on the man killing him. Before he could so much as react.