FATE

The email I used from grade 4 until I graduated high school is getting deleted so I decided to search through my google drive and I found this story I wrote in like 6th grade. I thought it was silly so I decided to share it with yall.

Chapter 1 The figure It all happened one fateful dark, foggy morning. I went to look out my window and to my surprise there was a dead deer across the street. Suddenly I saw a soggy package below my mailbox. I uneasily shuffled outside of my house and looked at the package. Suddenly a man with the head of the dead deer as a helmet with a gravelly voice said, “You will attempt my trials or else you will be tortured in the burning depths of hell” . As soon as his demented words ended he disappeared. I screamed and ran for my door. I tripped on a patch of ice and fell. As soon as I hit the ground it all went black. Chapter 2 The horror I awoke and I was tightly strapped to an old wooden chair. I struggled to get free but suddenly I froze in fear. A man with a mask, a bloody white apron and a meat cleaver. He was cutting a strange looking cut of meat. That’s when I saw the bloody clothes on the floor. I struggle more but it attracts the masked psycho. I managed to get my right hand free. As soon as he got close enough I struck him with a nearby brick. While he was stunned I got my left hand free. I ran for the red blinking exit sign but not before the psycho chucked his bloody meat cleaver at my stomach. It missed my stomach but hit my leg. Slash. A good sized cut was left. I fell hard but luckily I was trained in first aid because of my time at medical school. I ripped off my overshirt and tied it around my leg wound. I opened the door and escaped. But when I was far enough away I looked back and saw the madman waving at something behind me. I slowly turned around and BAM. A boot hit me in the face. Chapter 3 The Battle I awoke in a hellish landscape. There was lava, skull’s ,and blood everywhere. I looked at my leg and the slash was gone. I looked beside me and a long sword with engravings ,and a ruby on the end of the handle was laying on the ground in its leather sheath. I fiercely snatched it. And all I could think is “ why would there be a sword just laying around”. Right beside it was glistening silver armor. I put it on thinking “Thank god I have some protection. But from what” . Just then I swallowed my thoughts when a giant flaming demon with long curly horns, and 10 sharp nails raised up from the boiling magma and swung at me. I managed to dodge and slice his index finger off. Instead of blood there was lava and it scorched my sword. He tried to crush me but I rolled out of the way and ran up his arm, jumped to his head and Stabbed him in the eye. Lava spurted everywhere. He growled then clawed at me. I jumped to his forehead and dug my sword in the middle then sliced all the way to his stomach. I lost my grip and plummeted to the ground. The air was knocked out of me and then the demon started to fall. I knew I was going to die so I closed my eyes and prayed. Chapter 4 The dream I opened my eyes and I was in my bedroom. I thanked god. Then I called my dog to my room instead it was the man with the dead deer head. He came in with my sword and said with the same gravelly voice “good job completing my trial’s but you must do it again if you want to see your family” . The TV screen turned on and I saw my son, daughter, and my wife tied to a chair with looks of agony on their faces. Suddenly he injected me with a syringe and it all went red. TO BE CONTINUED...