Wow this story is getting to be the longest thing I've ever read. I'm so proud. The aforementioned warning still apply and there is a bit of action is the next one. As before I do not own any of these charcacters (If I owned Merton I would not be here writing) Okay here we go again.
Chapter three
I shouldn't have left him there. I couldn't bring myself to move him though. It's all my fault that he's dead. They took me and used me to destroy him. I can still see his face, slowly morphing back to his human face. His eyes were dead still and stared at me, though they seemed to look staright through me. I don't know what to do. I should go back, I know I should but it's so hard. What am I going to do? Tell the police? Go and bring him back, I couldn't carry him even if I tried. It'd be a bit hard to explain his injuries, the burn marks on his wrists? The large dagger sticking out from his stomach? It's my fault, it's always my fault.