Is Blood Meridian A True Story Novels & Stories

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

He grabbed his gun from the ground with his right hand and held my hand above my head with his left hand. 'I hope you burn in hell!' I spat when he pointed the gun at my head. 'Oh no. You'll be the one burning.' A stranger's voice screamed from the doorway. A gun was fired when I closed my eyes. A heavy weight fell down on me and cut off my air pipe. I heard my father breathing out his last breath and tried pushing off the heavy body of my father but I didn't have the strength. I felt warm liquid over my left arm. My father's blood. He's dead.

I asked. Well, I knew how the Mafia worked. I had read a lot of books about them and none said anything good. "Of course." He picked up the bread again. We made him view the world without a parachute after tossing him out of the plane..." He said and my eyes widened. "Bloody hell." I shook my head and cringed at that newfound information. "Ha!" He patted my shoulder and let go as soon as possible. "His body didn't splatter. Cause he's deep down the ocean with an anchor to his leg." He added and smirked.