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An Unexpected

Encounter

It had been roughly 12 years since William Clarke has ever seen murder. His parents were dead. He had a faint memory of his parents that was burned in his head and it pained just thinking about it like your skin been boiled alive.

He lived with his grandpa, a tall man in his 70s, he had hairs that was white as snow and a shaved beard. His grandpa didn’t talk to him much, especially when he brings up the subject about his parents. Sometimes his grandpa is weird, whenever he goes on a trip, he acts funny like his worried or sometimes even terrified, at first Will always assumed he hated trains, but he kept acting like that on any public transport.

Will sat on his bed turning the cold icy blue pendant (that was no bigger than his thumb) over his fingers. It had been given to him because his father insisted in his will. As he turned the pendant the familiar engravings he had seen all this time reappeared:

I open at the room of light.

He still didn’t get what those engravings meant, it was one of the big mysteries of his life.

Suddenly the door opened, the engravings disappeared, and his grandpa came in, his strong beefy hands gently holding the door knob, Will had a suspicion he could literally break it

‘School time,’ he grumbled.

Will got up silently and quickly got dressed.

Today was the last day of school. As Will headed to school he heard the familiar noises of kids playing. Will’s school, Green Academy was a big school, it had lots of play equipment and yeah, you guessed it, it' uniform is green, but the bad thing about it, if you walk fifty metres east of our front gate you will see a car junkyard. Which means when the wind blows west all the stench of oil and petrol comes to our school.

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...tion with the caller, then he smiled gruesomely his doggy face drooling. He turned to Gerb who was swallowing a sandwich. ‘New orders, we have to kill the boy,’

Mar said.

They both shared a smile before turning to me.

Will gulped, dying by dogs was probably an embarrassing way to die.

‘How should we kill him?’ Gerb rasped.

‘Let’s burn him,’ Mar said. ‘It’s a slow and extremely painful way to die and I love burning stuff.’ Gerb had a look of pleasure in his face, like he loved burning stuff too.

‘Agreed,’ he said. ‘I start the fire you knock him out.’ Gerb walked away outside the room at a very fast pace, probably wanting to start it quickly.

Will looked at Mar, and Mar made a cracking motion with his fist. His doggish face drooling.

‘Let’s redo it,’ he smiled, raising his hands in an ironic gesture. ‘Impetum.’That was the last thing he heard.