Lonelywerewolf: My writer's block is still on the road, hopefully, I can get my brain working together again by the end of June...anyway, this chapter contains spoilers of a room in the asylum(well...it is not really a spoiler, but then again...), if you remember it well, you might know what I'm talking about. Hope you enjoy and read and review.


Chapter 4: Pardon the Sinner(Slayer)

Many stories circled around Carnate before it became a house for criminals. The unknown story of the mad man that lived in the nearby asylum, which is now said to be haunted by the latter, but that is another story for another page. Clearly, this slayers; who's head is of unknown origin, only connected to a body that is frail and delicate, with blades on its hands and feet, are not alive, but are not dead either. In between would be a better word used, although they look like they have been decapitated recently.

Being curious with the stories of this island, I researched the island for possible decapitations that occurred. I was surprised when there was; I shouldn't be. It was said by the folk of the nearby town close Abbot Penitentiary, that a mad man of unknown origin was so fascinated by the human body, that he would lure people into his home just to cut them, limb from limb. Apparently, he was never satisfied with what he had. He kept everything from feet, to arms, and on occasions heads, on a small room he kept only for himself. And then, the mad man, just as he had began, he had ended, and the asylum was abandoned once again. Sometimes I wonder if the victims of the mad man's greed for body parts created this infernal beings, the slayers who seek revenge against their own slayer, maybe? Who knows….all I know is, I'm happy to be alive and with every body part intact.

-Clem

Here, here!

They call you fiend,

pretty as the sun you were,

beauty at its fingertips stood,

blade of blood it took,

the bad eyes of darkness are covered from harm,

they come from hell,

won't you join them, too?

Beware!

Light strikes the match,

and so they are gone, too!


Quite ironic, that poem, eh? Anyway...I'm debating whether I should put the burrower or the nooseman first...any takers on who's story I should make first?