The people of the shadows.

This story is one I did for my college English class. I don't know if I should write more or not but I remember being so worried on what grade I would get. I got a 100%, so I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think.

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2. Present day.

                        "It hurts, please help me!" I watched as the shadows devoured her, instead of helping her I went over to her son. I smiled down at the little boy and held out my hand. He took it and I pulled him to his feet. I walked him over to where his mother was being eaten, " Please save my little boy," A smirk formed on my lips as I said " Who me? You are not in the state to ask me for favors." I pulled out a knife and slit the boy's throat, letting his blood land on his mothers face. She looked at me in horror, as I licked my hand clean of his blood. I bent down and cut the woman's tongue out so she couldn't call for help, than I picked up the kids body. Humans are weak, they are afraid of pain but me I embrace it because it means at the moment I am still alive.

            When I got home, I went into the basement and started cutting up his body. I ripped the flesh from his bones, than I broke and ground up his bones into a fine powder. I put the bone dust into the sauce and stirred it up, and them I cut the flesh into strips and fried them. When dinner was finished I brought everything upstairs and went to freshen up. When I got out of the shower and dressed I called some friends over. When the knocked on the door, I greeted them with food and refreshments. "This is so good, it's like nothing I ever had before." A smile graced my lips as I said "It's a rare meat from Brazil. You can have as much as you like." He nodded and I watched as they all ate, till the evidence of the little boy's existence was gone.   ​

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