## **the beginning of the end.**
Inconspicuous dark silhouettes gleamed in the pale light of the moon, occasionally dissolving in the darkness of the shadows of the treetops. The old oaks lived their last years of the decline of existence, like a teenager, who in vain tried to escape from the hands of their newly made executioners. That day was the last in his life, having spawned the most deadly demon in the history of mankind. Having deprived the souls, having mutilated them and having returned. Forcing the body to freeze forever, providing the new Antichrist all the time that was assigned to the existence of the universe itself.
He saw too much. He knew too much.
An unbearable and burning pain, a hellish drug that covers the mind and mind of a teenager. Fine streams of blood flowing down her pale cheeks to her chin. Loud cries, seeming to scream. Prayers of mercy, again and again, become shouts. His eyes could no longer see the sunlight.
But they could see something completely different.
Old worn cords, instantly perfectly scraped the uniform skin on the victim's wrists to blood. And laugh The mocking laughter of those who, mocking, killed the child.
A burst of water, drowning the last screams of a man drowning. The body of the blind adolescent instantly went to the bottom, forcing him to let out of the lungs the last air of his life.
At a depth of five meters under the water, the boy realized that he was dying. And he dies quickly. He remained a few seconds of life. The blame fell on the friends of his acquaintances, who then walked away, staggering and laughing loudly.
*****
At the bottom of a small lake near the dense forest, a very small child rested. Weakly, there was blood on his face, and his lips were slightly parted. The teenager had not breathed for a long time, had resigned himself to fate and allowed himself to die. Anyway, but death would reach him that day, the resistance was useless. It only remained to close the blind eyes, every second pierced by pain and disappear forever.
Go back.
The boy snapped open the disfigured eyeballs, in the depths from which the poisonous scarlet lights ignited. In the following seconds, the strings that tied the hands of a teenager tore quietly under the water column. His face was distorted by anger, rows of even teeth were exposed, and the sand at the bottom of the lake rose an inch more.
And half a minute along the shore, just out of the water, a disfigured teenager wandered, dragging one end of the rope soaked after him. His skin was pale, and with his tattered hands drained thin drips of blood. The shoulders trembled a little, as if from a cold.
Suddenly, the boy stopped abruptly, after a few seconds falling to his knees. The silence in the lake was interrupted by a strong cough, while the teenager was writhing in pain that was tearing his chest. Along with the cough, streams of blood flowed from his mouth, which paid no attention to him.
A coughing fit had already ended in half a minute, leaving a trail of blood, pain and part of the organ in the teenager's trembling right hand. Transmitted by the scarlet liquid, as if he were still alive, a part of his little toddler shone lightly in the moonlight, making him numb to look at his palm.
With a soft hit on the floor, the bloodied lung fell on a hard surface, leaving a mark on the teenager's fingers. The boy's lips twisted into a crazy smile, exposing rows of even teeth. Now they are almost completely full of blood, draining over your lower lip.
"I'm Ben, the Ben Drowned Man."
And this was the beginning of the end.
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