User:Dead Tragedy

There was an abrupt ringing in the room, Chris stretched to the side of his bed and felt his alarm clock for the snooze button.

He pressed it then rolled over onto his side. His eyes fluttered open and he stared at the alarm clock studying the time waiting for his senses to return to him. “6:41 a.m.” Chris said quietly to himself, he forced his legs to move along with his body yelling at them to move in his head.

His body finally decides to respond and he gets up and shuffles to his bedroom door and opens it.

‘Nobody else seems to be up’ Chris thought still shuffling to the bathroom. He gets to the door knocks three times loudly and waits a moment.

There was no answer so he went right in, he took a cold shower to wake himself up after about 15 minutes he left the bathroom with a towel around his waist and he went back into his room.

He got to his room opened the door and shut it behind himself.

Chris walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out some black ankle socks, black jeans that were a size bigger than he usually wears.

He also pulled out a black muscle shirt and yanked his black hoodie over his head. He left his room again and started towards his younger sisters Ashley and Bella’s room and pounded on the door making sure they heard.

Chris went over to the stairs and slowly made his way down them step after step. When he reached the bottom step he turned to the left into the kitchen and turned the light on.

Chris walked over to the fridge and grabbed the egg carton and a pan.

Chris was done making food for himself and his sisters, he made scrambled eggs and two pieces of toast for each of them along with juice. All he got himself walk two pieces of toast.

Chris didn’t have that much of an appetite compared to his sisters. Bella came stumbling into the kitchen followed by Ashley who wasn’t stumbling. They both took a seat next to each other at the island.

“Good morning Ashley, Bella” Chris said happily.

“Morning Christy” Bella said, she called him Christy because she knew it would piss him off.

“Don’t call me that” Chris said bluntly.

“Good morning Chris” Ashley said normally.

“Here's today's lunch for the both of you” Chris went into the fridge and pulled out two lunch bag, one being red the other blue.

Chris hands his sisters their lunches he made yesterday making sure to give the blue one two Ashley and the red one to Bella.

“Now I have to go or I'm going to be late for the bus and don’t miss yours, and don’t forget to lock the door as well” Chris walked over kissed both of his sisters on the cheek and headed to the door with his book bag that he left by the door.

“I’ll see you two later bye” Chris said shutting the door. Chris walked down the road from his house for about three blocks until he made it to the bus stop.

The kids were all in their little groups talking to each other.

Chris didn’t have any friends unlike his sister who were very popular in their eighth grade class, Ashley does cheerleading and Bella is in an art club. Chris wasn’t in any clubs or sports, but he didn’t mind.

The buses pulled up and the brakes squealed and stopped, the groups of kids got on the buses like Chris did.

Chris sat in the front because the rowdy and noisy kids were in the back of the bus, so the front was sorta quiet well compared to the back it was.

The ride to school wasn’t very interesting just annoying.

The bus arrived and let everyone off, as Chris was getting off he felt a set of hands shove him which caused him to fall down the bus’s steps and landed on the cold hard ground.

He winced in pain then looked up to see who pushed him, it was the school bully, Mark and his three goons.

“Haha guys look at this freak” Mark pointed at Chris’s eyes chuckling while his goons were laughing a bit louder.

“Let's go, we should just leave Chris to enjoy his nap on the pavement” Mark commented in a snarky attitude. But they left, Chris got up and collected himself.

He was used to getting bullied and picked on for his eyes, he had heterochromia, his left iris was dark brown and his right iris was a pale blue.

‘Yep, what a great start well at least they decided to leave’ Chris thought walking to the school's entrance. There was a tapping on his shoulder when he walked in and turned to see who it was.

“Hey are you okay? I know they can be total dicks sometimes” Chris turned and saw a girl it was Lucy Smith he knows her only because they both share a few classes together and because she’s dating Mark.

“Uh yeah I'm good I guess” Chris replied meekly.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” Lucy asks.

“No I'm alright just… leave me alone” Chris said walking a little faster to his first period class, chemistry. Chris got to class and sat in the back seat near the window.

As class continued Chris just stared out the window and did his work but Chris got lost in thought like he usually does. “Chris? Hey the bell rang”

said a familiar voice. Chris snapped out of his thoughts suddenly he looked over to his right and saw Lucy, Chris grabbed his bag by one of the straps and swung it over his shoulder “Thanks” Chris muttered to a barely audible tone.

Chris brushed passed Lucy and went into the hallway then made his way to his next class which was only down the hall.

When he walked in his english class he did the same thing he did last class only difference was he didn’t sit on the very back or by a window. To make it all worse he had class with Mark and all of his goons.

Chris went down the middle aisle and took his seat in the second to last desk.

Mark walked in with four goons of course and Mark took his seat behind Chris whilst the four goons took a chair each next to Chris and in front of him.

Soon the bell rang and class started which also meant the start of this periods bullying.

At one point Mark and Jack started to laugh, Jack being Marks right hand goon. This giggling caught the teacher Miss. Farrell’s attention.

“Chris Burkhart if you’re going to disturb my class then leave now” Miss. Farrell said in a demanding tone.

“But Miss. Farrell I didn’t do anything it was them” Chris said defending himself and pointed behind him at Mark and Jack.

“Chris it’s bad enough that you disturb my class and now you’re lying. Go to the office now!”

Miss. Farrell demanded shouting at Chris. Chris didn’t say another word and obeyed Miss. Farrell, he grabbed his books shoving them into his backpack and swung his bag over his shoulder then headed to the door.

Chris got to the office signed his name in then took a seat and waited for the vice principal, the principal was too busy to talk to some trouble maker.

The vice principal walked into the room, him and Chris made eye contact but the vice principal averted his eye to speak to the lady at the front desk.

This is the first time Chris is meeting the new vice principal since the old one quit because he was fed up with Marks crap.

The vice principal approached Chris and Chris was able to read his name tag ‘Mr. Smith’ Chris said aloud in his mind, ‘I wonder if he’s related to Lucy, probably’ Chris thought.

“Hello Chris I can see you in my office, let's go”, Chris followed behind the Mr. Smith until they reached his office then the vice principal stepped aside for Chris to enter first.

Chris walked into the small room with two book shelves and a rather small desk, the room also had three chairs including the chair at the desk.

“Have a seat Mr. Burkhart” Mr. Smith ordered kindly. Chris was not use to having someone refer to him by his last name.

“Now, Chris I looked at your record and you have a pretty good record but you usually get in trouble mostly in Miss. Farrell’s class. Can you tell me why that is?” Mr. Smith asked in a soft tone of voice.

“Well it’s because Mark and his retarded friends make a ruckus and I get blamed for it every time, Miss. Farrell hates me so fucking much”

“Chris language, and does she really hate you? Or are you just looking for a scapegoat to your problems?”

Mr. Smith’s tone changed into a accusing attitude. Chris didn’t know what to say, he thought that Mr. Smith was going to be nice but he’s just like the others. Chris was looking for words to say but couldn’t find them so he rushed his words.

“No-I uh, no I'm not using anything as a scapegoat, it wasn’t my fault Miss Farrell really does hate me along with Mark and his friends!”

Chris was practically shouting at Mr. Smith now, and he was hoping he wasn’t like everyone else that he actually did care. But nothing ever goes Chris’s way.

“Chris, I'm suspending you from school for shouting at me, and for blaming the teachers and your peers for your behavior today, now get out of my office and go home. Your suspension will be over by next Monday”

Mr. Smith said calmly but clearly annoyed. Chris couldn’t do anything else so he stood up picking his bag off the floor, swinging it over his shoulders and heading out of the office then out of the school.

Chris began to make his way back home by mean of walking even thought that he lived a good five miles away from the school.

When Chris got home he unlocked the front door walked in, took off his shoes put them where they needed to be and sat down on the couch.

Chris picked up the remote off of the coffee table and clicked the buttons flipping through different shows on the TV until he found something to watch even the smallest bit interesting but there was nothing.

Nothing interested Chris, all he could think about right now was how much he hated Mark and he friends. Chris wasn’t violent, not even a bit in fact he hated violence if anything. But for some reason Chris got a sudden urge and that urge was to hurt Mark.

Chris hated the thought and tried to do something to distract himself from those thought so he decided to start cook for when his younger sisters come home, even thought it was five hours from now.

He decided to make spaghetti for dinner but he took his time making it so his sisters get home for it.

Chris took a break two hours after started making the food, he took a shower while the food was cooking. The shower was to relax himself and by how tense he was, he really needed the warmth of the water hitting his body.

When Chris got out he finished the spaghetti ten minutes before Bella and Ashley got home.

‘I hope Ash and Bella had a good day today’ Chris thought to himself. He knows that school is always giving him a lot to deal with but he is very grateful for having his two sisters who are not anything like the people at his school.

Chris was in the kitchen and heard the door open and turned to greet his two sisters. But instead i5 wasn’t his sisters that he thought it was going to be but  rather a man with a black ski mask on and gun in his hand.

Chris ducted under the kitchen island hoping that the man didn’t see him.

“HEY I FUCKIN’ SAW YOU, GET OUT FROM UNDER THE COUNTER OR I-I’LL SHOOT YOU!” The man was screaming at Chris. Chris didn’t know what to do in this situation but anything was better than coming out from the counter.

Chris’s mind was going all over the place in a panic, he was trying to think of what to do in this situation. His heart was beating a million times a second, or so it felt like. But Chris took a deep breath then slowly analyzed the situation.

“I-I SAID GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE, THIS IS MY LAST WARNING” The man shouted again.

“You’ll just have to come and get me then!” Chris immediately shouted back hoping to get the man to take the bait.

As soon as he said that Chris could hear the man stepping forward into the kitchen area, Chris had an idea and shuffled on the floor trying to make as little noise as he could.

Chris was moving towards the corner of the island that the man was going to so Chris could intercept him.

‘Hopefully I can take that gun out of his hands then the guy would be useless’ Chris thought confidently.

The man turned the corner and quickly locked the gun on Chris who lunged at the man slapping the gun away from Chris’s face and trying to rip it out of the mans hands.

“Hey you little fuck what do you think you’re doing!” The man said a bit quieter because he was struggling to keep the gun in his hands.

Chris wasn’t stronger than the man he figured this out, but he’s faster so Chris kept one hand on the gun and used the other to quickly land a solid punch to the side of the man's face.

The man was caught off guard from that punch and Chris used that momentary distraction and ripped the gun out from his hands and turned the safety off then pointed it at the man.

But as soon as Chris aimed at the man the shoved the gun away from himself and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a bowie knife, the only thing Chris miscalculated was the chance that the man had a knife on him or not.

Chris arrogantly thought that the man only had the gun, oh he couldn’t have been more wrong.

The man swung the knife at Chris but Chris took a side step and the knife only cut his right cheek right under his eye barely missing.

Chris quickly took three steps back but the man advanced as well, Chris again tried bringing the gun up to shoot the man but the man cut Chris’s forearm causing Chris to drop the knife.

The man brought the knife down and Chris took another step back dodging the blade but the man flipped his wrist and quickly jabbed his arm upwards slicing Chris’s face again on the right side of his face.

Chris could feel the burning sensation of the cut from the very side of his jaw crossed to the bridge of his nose.

Chris couldn’t waver and saw a opportunity and took it.

Chris reached his arm out to the man's hand with the knife and grabbed the back of it.

The man struggled again and again Chris took advantage of the distraction and used his free hand to reach over the counter next to the stove and grabbed a knife from the knife holder and yanked his arm back.

The man noticed and landed a blow to the Chris’s left eye and then another punch connected to Chris’s left cheek.

This caused Chris to let go of the man’s hand holding the knife but luckily Chris grabbed the kitchen knife successfully and now had a knife of his own.

The man did not waste any time at all and took a quick step forward and lunged the knife at Chris’s stomach then took a step back into his position.

Chris took a step back evading the attack the Chris himself rushed the man with the knife aiming for the man’s shoulder, the man tried to dodge quickly but Chris was still faster and the man in a panic tripped over himself and landed on his back.

Chris took the opportunity to jump on the man and brought his knife down quickly and smashed it into the man’s left shoulder.

“AHH OW YOU MOTHER FUCKER I’LL KILL YOU!” the man shouted furiously and brought his knife up to Chris but the man was injured so his movements were even slower, Chris grabbed the man’s hand this time he was able to get the weapon out of the man’s hand.

Chris with the knife in his right hand and his left hand still gripping the man’s right hand. Chris took the man's knife and adjusted it in his hand so the blade was facing down at the man.

Chris raised the knife over his head but the man with his injured left shoulder used his free left hand to search the ground and grasped what he was looking for.

The gun was in the man’s left hand now and the man raised it and pointed at Chris. There was a loud bang then the bullet discharged from the gun and whizzed through the air after that there was only silence.

The silence quickly filled the room with an unknown tension. Chris was perfectly still now but with his head cocked back.

The man was slowly filled with relief that he won this fight, soon thought a quiet chuckle filled the air. That quiet chuckle soon turned into maniacal laughter, the man was completely filled to the brim with horror.

So much so that he dropped the gun in shock.

Chris was laughing with his head cocked back, his laughing turned into a quiet chuckling again as Chris brought his head forward and relieved to the man the damage he had done.

Chris had a small puncture hole about an inch above his right eye with blood streaming down the side of his face with blood covering his right eye.

All the man could do at this point was cry, he couldn’t even manage to scream his vocal cords were strained from sudden shock. Chris on the other hand was smiling at the man.

Chris enjoyed watching him suffer and loved seeing fear in the man’s eyes. “Chris d-d-don’t do this p-please” the man whispered with tears in his eyes.

“How do you know me?” Chris asked, his voice was flat and cold with a hint of annoyance.

“I-it’s m-me J-Jack, y-you know f-from school. I’m M-Marks f-f-friend” the man said. Chris flinched at Mark’s name,

“So did Mark send you and what was the purpose of it” Chris said Mark’s name with venom dripping from his tongue.

“Mark s-sent me t-to scare y-you enough that you w-w-wouldn't come back to s-school ever…”

Jack’s words trailed off but he was still shook. Chris nodded as a sign of understanding. But suddenly and without any warning Chris quickly raised the knife that rested in his hand over his head

“Hey Jack, don’t take this personal but…”

“N-n-no C-Chris p-p-please don’t hurt m-me” Jack’s tears were running down his mask now. “But I really hate you” with that Chris slammed the knife down into Jack's chest piercing his heart.

Chris eventually lost consciousness but the last thing he saw was the front door opening with two figures running towards him…

When Chris awoke his right eye was covered and he could barely see through his left but he noticed a bright light and quickly shut his eye.

Once he got adjusted to the brightness he took a good look at his surroundings,

‘This doesn’t look like my house’ Chris thought. He soon recognized his surrounding as he saw a women with blonde hair in a ponytail checking a bag by him, the woman was dressed as a nurse.

‘Oh I'm in a hospital…’ Chris’s thoughts trailed off and the woman saw that he was awake.

“Oh you’re finally up, don’t mind me sweetie I'm just replacing your IV bag” the woman said cheerily.

“Oh and my names Emily” Emily added on. “How long have I been asleep?” Chris asked groggily.

“Oh well let’s see here” Emily was checking the clipboard by Chris’s bed.

“About four week now” Chris’s eye went wide

“Four weeks” he stated to himself.

“Yeah and your two cute sister have been visiting everyday since”

“What happened?” Chris asked kindly.

“Oh well I don’t know all the detail but what I do know is from what the police told me. It’s that a student from the school you go to broke into your house and you fought him off but he shot you as you killed him, it was marked as self-defense” Chris took all this in and proceeded what Emily just told him.

‘I killed someone? No that wasn’t me I can’t hurt people’ Chris assured himself. But Chris felt a small surge of delight, he killed someone and that's something he never thought he could do but he debated whether or not he should accept it.

‘How would my sisters react, no how did they react. Do they hate me now? I hope they don’t I care about them too much. Fuck why does this have to happen to me’ Chris thought. The door to the room opened and Bella walked in.

“Well I'll leave you two alone for a bit” Emily said and left.

“Hey Chris are you feeling okay?” Bella said with concern in her voice.

“Yea I mean I feel okay but I might not physically be okay” Chris replied. Suddenly Bella ran over to Chris then embraced him into a hug with tears streaming down her face.

“Ashley and I, we were so worried about you, we thought we lost you, I-I-I've never b-been so s-scared in my life” Chris could feel Bella shaking with fear and relief.

“Well I'm okay now so you don’t need to be worried” Chris rubbed her back to comfort her. Emily and a doctor entered the room grabbing both Bella and Chris’s attention.

“Good to see your doing well Mr. Burkhart“ the doctor said.

“Oh and I am Dr. Robinson it’s a pleasure to meet you” Dr. Robinson said softly.

“But I have very good news Mr. Burkhart and that is you are being discharged from the hospital today” Dr. Robinson stated.

“We just need you to sign some papers and that’s all” Emily added to the conversation.

The doctor nodded with agreement. Chris signed the papers he had to sign and changed into clothes that Bella brought for him when he awoke. Chris and Bella took a cab home and when they arrived Chris noticed how dark it was.

‘Must be around 9:00 p.m.’

Chris thought. When they got inside Chris went and sat at the island.

“Hey Bella you should get to bed I'm gonna grab something to drink and take a hot show then I'll be going to bed shortly myself” Chris announced.

“Ok but you better get a good night's rest the doctor said you can go to school whenever you feel ready to”

Bella reminded and rushed up stair to go to sleep.

Chris grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge and headed to the bathroom.

He got undressed and was about to get in the shower but stopped himself. He looked at the mirror and saw bandages on his face ‘Oh yeah I forgot about these’ Chris thought as he reached for his bandages and slowly pulled them off.

He saw a long scar on his cheek bone that started from halfway under his right eye and traveled all the way to his right ear.

The next scar he saw was at the bottom right of his jaw and cut straight across his face to the bridge of his nose. He also noticed a small scar on his bottom left eyelid all the way to the left, the scar went from his corner eyelid to about an inch down just above his cheekbone.

Chris kept studying his scars and was memorized by them. After Chris’s warm shower he headed off to bed, laying in his bed and waiting for darkness to take him.

The next day Chris woke up and turned to look at his alarm clock while he had one eye opened. “9:56 a.m.” Chris mumbled to himself.

Chris got up and changed his clothes. He now wore black ankle socks, his black baggy jeans, and a muscle shirt like usually.

To top it off his usual black hoodie, this time however he went through his pile of dirty clothes until he found his fingerless gloves.

Chris had a strange feeling while he did all of this. He felt as if he wasn’t controlling himself in a way.

He couldn’t explain it but he just felt off, his movements felt subconscious. He didn’t know why but he just followed along with his new instincts wherever they led him. He walked down stairs into the kitchen and he examined the area.

‘No blood’

he thought. ‘It looks clean, too clean’

Chris was getting a new feeling that he couldn’t quite recognize what it was yet but he knew he felt it somewhere before.

Chris walked over to the knife holder and pulled out a ten inch kitchen knife, then he began to examine the blade next.

Chris didn’t like the look of the knife. ‘It’s too clean’ Chris thought. Soon all of his emotions came rushing back to him, he remembered killing Jack and more importantly he remembers the feeling of joy and hatred he felt killing him.

Chris need to feel it again. He recognized the feeling he was getting… it was excitement.

Chris started to laugh remembering killing Jack and the wonderful emotions he felt during the time.

Chris didn’t like these new feelings but he didn’t like being weak all the time either. He chose this not because anyone made him but because he loved what it felt like to hurt others.

Chris was overjoyed at the thought. Chris tucked the knife in his hoodie pocket and went back upstairs to get something. Chris searched his whole room for it but soo found it under his bed.

A mask, not just any mask though a black gas mask with the canister on the left side of the mask. Chris put the mask in his bag then put on his backpack after stuffing it with canned food and water.

Chris headed out the front door to the school. When he got there he had no trouble getting in the front door and getting his hall pass for the current period class.

As soon as Chris made his way to his class the bell rung and students rushed the halls.

Chris put his hood over his head to hide his face the best he could but he still got dirty looks from passing students. Suddenly Chris felt an arm wrap around his shoulder from behind and the arm walked him into the boy’s bathroom.

The student shoved Chris on to the bathroom floor and one other student came out from one of the stalls and stood next to the kid who pushed him.

“Mark” Chris uttered the word like it was the most dangerous word to say.

“Well it’s good to see you face got a bit better with the scars and all, but let’s say we get revenge on this little freak for killing our friend. Shall we?”

Mark asked over his shoulder, there were now three goons standing behind Mark. They all shook their heads and took a step forward but Chris jumped up.

Chris waited for them to make their move. Mark’s goon took a step forward and swung at Chris, Chris easily dodged and grabbed the boy's wrist soon bringing him closer to Chris then punching the boy in the throat causing the boy to fall to the floor coughing up blood.

Chris smiled, he enjoyed the feeling of hurting others especially his enemies.

Then the other two goons rushed Chris and swung each, but they were too slow for Chris, Chris took a quick step forward and grabbed the two boy’s heads smashing them together then dropping both of them.

Chris seemed to suddenly feel stronger and faster. Mark pulled out a pocket knife

“Y-you bastard you won’t get away with this”

as soon as Mark said that he aimlessly swung his knife side to side hoping to cut Chris.

Chris on the other hand was having as blast watching Mark struggle against him.

Chris got serious and stopped smiling the he rushed Mark after one of his swings then grabbed Mark by under his upper left arm raising it then Chris pulled out his own knife and took advantage of the opening.

Chris jabbed at Mark’s side twice then cut his arm. Chris took a step back and Mark started screaming for help but no help was coming right away.

Chris took one last step forward and slashed Marks throat.

Mark took a step back and lost his footing then fell on the ground. Chris pulled out his gas mask from his bag, pushing his short black hair out of his face he put it on.

Mark laid horrified and choking on his own blood with his vision fading fast. Chris went to Mark’s ear and whispered

“Bye-bye”

with that Chris just stared into Mark’s eyes watching the light fade from them smiling under the mask. The last thing Mark saw before he died was Chris’s pale blue eye barely visible through the mask.

Chris walked out of school like nothing happened but he was smiling, on the wall of the bathroom in Mark’s blood he wrote,

‘I’ll be waiting, sincerely Black Death’.

‘I like the sound of that Black Death, yeah I can get used it that’ Chris thought as he cheerily walked out of the bathroom but was soon greeted by Lucy...

"C-Chris? Is that you? Why are you wearing a mask? And what was that scream I heard?" Lucy bombarded Chris with questions but Chris didn't want to deal with her shit. all Chris wanted to do was... Kill.

Chris walked towards Lucy and pulled out his knife then stabbed Lucy in the stomach five times. Lucy fell to the ground and the hallway was filled with silence.

Chris then left the school quickly but still having a bit of blood lust left he decided to go home. When Chris got home Ashley was there for some reason.

"Ashley what are you doing home at this time?" Chris demanded an answer but at the same time hiding his mask behind his back.

"Oh well I came home because there was a half day at the middle school" Ashley replied. "Well where's Bella?" Chris asked more softly than before.

"She has a club meeting today so she won't be home for awhile" Ashley was busy flipping through TV shows then stumbled upon the new which talked about the murder at the school.

"Holy crap how can someone do something so horrible?" Ashley asked herself. "Wait Chris is that why you came home because someone was killed?"

"Yes, the school was evacuated so I decided to come home" Chris lied. "Hey come here for a moment, I wanna show you something" Chris said grinning.

He pulled out his knife and it had behind his back out of Ashley's sight. She was skeptical at first but went along with it. "Ashley have I ever told you how much I love you" Ashley was confused but before she could answer she felt a sharp pain in her side.

Chris stabbed her. His own sister who he loves so much and cares so much for. He stabbed her, still smiling "Ashely I have to save you from monsters of the world, so don't worry I'll always protect you forever" Chris said with in a monotone voice.

Chris waited for what seemed like an eternity but soon the front door opened and Bella walked inside. She screamed and ran over to her dead sister on the ground.

"Ash, hey Ash wake up please wake up!" Bella franticly reached for her phone but saw Chris standing over her with the phone in his hands. "Chris thank god, hurry call an ambulance" Bella begged while sobbing.

Chris broke the phone by smashing it on the ground, Bella was speechless but before she could say anything Chris kicked the side of her head and she fell over, she was in a daze and confused about what was happening.

"I'll save you like I saved her" Chris pointed to Ashley's corpse. "Chris you're a monster" Bella said barely audible. "Well you know, people change" Chris's smile grew and he raised the knife over his head.

He slammed it down into Bella's skull killing her almost instantly. Chris went into the basement and brought out a gas tank and started pouring it all over the bottom floor of the house.

Chris put on his gas mask and pulled his hood over it. He pulled out his lighter then lit the flame and threw it at the gas igniting instantly.

Chris walked out of the house and down the street. He made his way to the woods then stopped. He looked back and saw flashing lights and heard sirens rushing towards the flaming house.

Chris looked at the forest and from his knowledge he knew that the forest was three miles deep but beyond that there was another city. He entered the forest with evil intent, the nickname Black Death stuck.

He truly was a deadly plague that unleashed a wrath of terror upon the city and it's people. He truly was the Black Death.

Soon Chris disappeared into the dense forest not thinking about anything but which city next will feel the wrath of the Black Death...