His Enigma
The voice was shrill, and raspy at the same time.
The forbidden stepped out from the treeline on my left. Its clothes were tattered, its human form had a misshapen head, and he leaned to the right dragging his ankle with him. He most resembled a zombie out of a horror movie. His skin seemed to sag from his bones.
“What then, what am I?” I asked, turning to face him.
“Abomination.” It yelled, raising its arm and pointing at me.
“Well come then, let us rid this world of the abomination,” I say, smiling.
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