In
the dark an assassins strikes it's lethal hit with his usual working
tool.
Rising
his hand covered in a dark and sticky fluid , with tired looking
eyes showing the long hours spend on his work , I just witness in
paralyze as I heard hideous screams.
Die!
, Dieee! , hahahah Die!!! .
I
can't give a single step in this dark room , I regret entering this
place , if I give another step forward he will surely notice my
presence...if I give a step backwards I won't be able to continue my
life.
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memories feed my mind with fear , my legs shake and a very cold
sweat runs down my spine. A step backwards? , I don't want to live
it again! , A step forward? , Finish once and for all this torment!
I can't anymore , I have to get near I have never been a coward!
Though those horrid screams are disturbing.
Die!
, Die! , It's Finally Dead!!!
He's
finished! The next silent moment freaked me out , I couldn't help
but run towards the exit , but a under worldly whisper froze me on the
spot.
He
is dead… now I must find a way to revive him…
I
noticed him looking at me while resting his tool on the table , he
smiled and I smiled back -I think it was just to avoid and awkward
moment- He moved from were he was and tried to touch me with his
sticky hands.
Escape , it was already
to late , he was in front of me.. a smirk draw on his face , that face
that resemble a serial killer about to commit a crime. Speaking
gibberish trying to speak with me , but every time he got those hands
close to my suit I gave a step backwards. He kept mumbling words but
I was afraid he would get to close. In the end I couldn't help it and
I had to shake that thing I believe it was his hand -Creepy!- I
didn't know what to expect , but I was sure this was another of those
weird guys , a smiling freak manga artist.
Disgusting!
My fingers are covered with ink – At least I believe it was ink..-
that rubber like texture make me want to puke or maybe it was the
smell , he had at least a couple of days without taking a shower or
leaving that room ; all sweaty and wearing a cartoon t-shirt that
kind of reminded me of someone I don't even want to think about.
I had
completely forgotten what I was doing in that place just repeating to
myself “I need to start delegating” He got back to his desk ,
picked some papers and handed them to me. I don't even know why I put
those in my portfolio and then I took the money he apparently gave me
to fulfill his dreams. Finally freeing myself from the trance I was
in I took out the work from my portfolio ; in that moment he stopped
smiling , I put the money aside and started the work I was there for
in the first place.
I had
a look at his work...it was not even good enough to be mediocre ,
every thing I saw reminded me of things from past days , the outfits
, the drawings and even that spiral like symbol on a characters back.
I asked him what was it and he told me everything was original.
I have helped a
considerable amount of authors , from great literature masters pieces
and from none I have taken money -I don't need it- but I have to
consider this work..that look like the starting book of “Cheap Rip
off” and even I , who doesn't work around this media could easily
notice...there is no doubt a “No” is the right answer.
I
heard a nick on the door , he told me it was his assistant and
quickly opened it , then on that door at that time , The scourge of
the masses , the queen of the vague excuses blinding me with that
smile of hers once again , she holds me like she had known me all her
life and looking at me like a child asking for a treat.
¡Hey
Lloyd you working with the Sensei too!
…
Why...I
can't..get rid of her...
To be Continued..
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