Novel & Cerita He Was A Dead Man Walking To His Fate

Then he limps forward and falls into step at my side. Two broken things walking east. One child who commands death. One man who should already be dead. The road stretches on. And for the first time since the estate burned, I don’t feel quite so alone.

She said with a cold expression. The man chuckled instead, saying, "I don’t really care if I survive or not. I feel accomplished seeing that you are alive and healthy already. I don’t even mind if I get killed or die now." He said with a smile that he was not even afraid of death, or that death was nothing to him. Oh," She muttered. "Is that all?" Shawty asked him. The man nodded. He stood up by himself and walked towards the jail without needing anyone to help him. Shawty looked at him and watched him enter the jail with a smile on his face.

He fell on the floor of the square upon his knees, his knees seemed to have collapsed of suffering. He further dragged himself towards the fountain, he really seemed to need to reach to it. “Is that what you chose? Are you sure that you choose this still? This is the hardest way! You won't be able to keep by it for longer, it will gnaw upon you till the end”, a heavy voice spoke from the periphery, it seemed that he was running from the voice, “You know your fate! You know the destiny! You can run from it for whatever time you want, but when it befalls upon you, you have to meet the same destination”.

But he felt he is going to die! "I'm strong and handsome....hand...some....strong... Too bad he fainted. Yet his body stood up! He stands up again and walked with a will. No! He is just walking on his own! His eyes and his iris... It was lifeless! His will to live is unbelievable! But unbeknownst to him. He is walking to that God's Cave! His eyes glow as he walked steadily. "Food...food..." He muttered as he walked. Far from this willed man, God is sleeping happily.

Blood splattered everywhere. Everyone was stunned. They could not believe their eyes. He was dead! Ironhouse was dead! He was dead before he did anything! This man was the king of fighters in this underground ring! “The villain always dies from talking too much!” Chase shook his head and continued moving forward. He walked slowly up the second floor. Every step he took felt like a step on Harlem’s chest. Harlem was shivering. He wanted to run but realized he had lost all of his strength. He was finally feeling the call of the Grim Reaper.

On a rainy day, Mr.Welsh was chasing a man along the street, "stop stop!", he screamed at the man with a loud voice, chasing him at the alley, {Breathing rapidly}, Mr.Welsh pulled a gun out, he pointed the gun at the man "u are under arrest", {panting} Mr.welsh exclaimed, getting closer to the man, he quickly grabbed him and pinned him on the ground, then Mr.welsh took off his handcuffs to arrest him.

Whoever this man was… he should’ve run while he had the chance. My fate had already been sealed the moment I failed to shift at eighteen. I was cursed. Marked for death just like my family. I had accepted it. As I forced my swollen eyes open, I saw only shadows and light. A tall figure advanced on Icarus. He moved with the calm confidence of someone who feared no one. Icarus stiffened. I heard a snap, bone cracking, and then a deep, agonizing groan. Darkness swallowed me as my eyes rolled shut again.

Obviously, the sufferers would not have a nice experience, unless they don't fear death and pain. 'I should stop courting danger…' He quietly promised himself not to stray his eyes anymore to that sinful gay with a devilish body. As he stared in front and walked alongside the others, he let his minds wander once again. He really couldn't remember a thing and also know nothing aside from the fact that he was in a damn parade. That was it. The skies were dark, plus the ones supervising were monsters. And he knew nothing about the destination. How many hours had they been walking without a single rest?

His face was looked like he had seen a ghost. "Come on. Why aren't you moving? Are you going to chose death than being with the dead?" Ferlah said and turned behind her upon noticing the young man didn't follow her. The young man suddenly walked towards her with long strides with keen eyes travelling around the surrounding as though he was afraid that someone might come out of nowhere or someone might be spying on them. He had come to a conclusion that he would rather be with the dead while he was alive than dying and being with them in the other world.

The reasons he gave were valid but it still made no sense. Dave looked very pissed at his friend right now but he picked Jace up, led him to the door and pushed him out. “Walk, keep walking until you get to that fence, and when you get over it…keep walking. If yoh stop, you are dead.” Jace did not look terrified but he looked exhausted, almost like death wasn’t such a bad deal. I went back to the roof to watch him go. When he got to the fence he hesitated for a bit but he leapt off anf walked into the darkness.