Episode IV: The Bagpipes From Baghdad's Golden Letters
I hated Alvestus the most, he was the third most evil person I knew. I looked around the house, but no sign of his existence there. After what seemed like hours I found him, he was inside of the bleak attic of our house. I peered a bit more to observe him better, he was trying to store his bagpipes in the crawlspace, mumbling. I wanted a special death for him, I opened the flap in the ceiling wide open, and stood up above him, he could not hear over the horrid notes of the bagpipes, which is when I thought he had the most effective weapon.
“Hello there…it’s a nightmare to know you…” I whispered as quietly as possible just as when he was finished, I had already chained him using the ancient literature.
“Wha- What is this…this…WITCHCRAFT!?”
“This, my dear brother, is fate…” I answered
“You take shame in your item, why is that?”
“Belt up and get me out of here you dick monger!” He cussed back at me. I felt a sense of justice come over myself.
“Is that the way you talk to your murderer?”
“MURDERER!?” He was scared, I could tell by his eyes.
“I won’t kill you…as long as you tell me the secret you are hiding…you don’t play those bagpipes very much…I sensed a bit of selfishness…what is it?”
“Fine…it’s a little eye that belongs to something, like the cover of a book…there are several golden objects in there too but none compare to the eye…” He explained.
“Okay then…show me….and how did you figure it out?” I took off one of the cuffs, then he unscrewed one of the pieces and took out all the golden artifacts. I whipped out my book and slowly put each piece together, the eye was in the middle of the cover, eight triangular pieces were at each corner of both the cover and the back. Then I came across the letters, it was some sort of different language, altogether, it said: ‘Litteratur Av Trolldom’, I assumed it was the name. I knew now, my music box and the bagpipes were connected, but I would later find out an important factor in that riddle that I forgot.
“Will you let me live, please!?” He pleaded.
“Yes…I’ll let you live…in the bowels of hell…” I sliced open his chest with the Egyptian-like crescent blade, I was disgusted with his cries of pain. The dark red organs were less sickening. I left him there to suffer, and hurried to my parent’s bedroom.
I found my mother, sleeping her lazy arse on her bed. I found this to be an easy kill. I took the brander, it was a jet-black metal pole with a backwards letter “L” on the end in the Cloister Black font. I decided this would only beat her to death, so I took a little precaution. “Shadow solt tre side pyramide” The blade was split by a small blade floating from the dark corner of my giant prison cell. It was blunt by weight and sharp, perfection. I took the steel whip and stood over my mother.
“Prepare to meet your maker…cunt!” She, still asleep, said nothing. I stuck the dark pole through her forehead, I didn’t even want to look at her anymore, she nausiated me.
My father…was the worst…I decided to head out and search for him, without a doubt he was working in Liverpool…as a serial killer…I left home to create a new life for myself, a better life. I migrated onward, hoping I could find civilization. After days of searching, I had found civilization, under the snowy hills of Britain I’ve found life, only armed with weapons and very little food, I slid down the icy slopes. Hoping the natives would be kind.
“Hello!” The voice was with excitement, I was nervous, then acting on instinct, I escaped, with that person following me until I tripped, she helped me up.
“T- thank you…may I know your name?”
“I’m Sky” She smiled happily as she answered.
I hated Alvestus the most, he was the third most evil person I knew. I looked around the house, but no sign of his existence there. After what seemed like hours I found him, he was inside of the bleak attic of our house. I peered a bit more to observe him better, he was trying to store his bagpipes in the crawlspace, mumbling. I wanted a special death for him, I opened the flap in the ceiling wide open, and stood up above him, he could not hear over the horrid notes of the bagpipes, which is when I thought he had the most effective weapon.
“Hello there…it’s a nightmare to know you…” I whispered as quietly as possible just as when he was finished, I had already chained him using the ancient literature.
“Wha- What is this…this…WITCHCRAFT!?”
“This, my dear brother, is fate…” I answered
“You take shame in your item, why is that?”
“Belt up and get me out of here you dick monger!” He cussed back at me. I felt a sense of justice come over myself.
“Is that the way you talk to your murderer?”
“MURDERER!?” He was scared, I could tell by his eyes.
“I won’t kill you…as long as you tell me the secret you are hiding…you don’t play those bagpipes very much…I sensed a bit of selfishness…what is it?”
“Fine…it’s a little eye that belongs to something, like the cover of a book…there are several golden objects in there too but none compare to the eye…” He explained.
“Okay then…show me….and how did you figure it out?” I took off one of the cuffs, then he unscrewed one of the pieces and took out all the golden artifacts. I whipped out my book and slowly put each piece together, the eye was in the middle of the cover, eight triangular pieces were at each corner of both the cover and the back. Then I came across the letters, it was some sort of different language, altogether, it said: ‘Litteratur Av Trolldom’, I assumed it was the name. I knew now, my music box and the bagpipes were connected, but I would later find out an important factor in that riddle that I forgot.
“Will you let me live, please!?” He pleaded.
“Yes…I’ll let you live…in the bowels of hell…” I sliced open his chest with the Egyptian-like crescent blade, I was disgusted with his cries of pain. The dark red organs were less sickening. I left him there to suffer, and hurried to my parent’s bedroom.
I found my mother, sleeping her lazy arse on her bed. I found this to be an easy kill. I took the brander, it was a jet-black metal pole with a backwards letter “L” on the end in the Cloister Black font. I decided this would only beat her to death, so I took a little precaution. “Shadow solt tre side pyramide” The blade was split by a small blade floating from the dark corner of my giant prison cell. It was blunt by weight and sharp, perfection. I took the steel whip and stood over my mother.
“Prepare to meet your maker…cunt!” She, still asleep, said nothing. I stuck the dark pole through her forehead, I didn’t even want to look at her anymore, she nausiated me.
My father…was the worst…I decided to head out and search for him, without a doubt he was working in Liverpool…as a serial killer…I left home to create a new life for myself, a better life. I migrated onward, hoping I could find civilization. After days of searching, I had found civilization, under the snowy hills of Britain I’ve found life, only armed with weapons and very little food, I slid down the icy slopes. Hoping the natives would be kind.
“Hello!” The voice was with excitement, I was nervous, then acting on instinct, I escaped, with that person following me until I tripped, she helped me up.
“T- thank you…may I know your name?”
“I’m Sky” She smiled happily as she answered.