The Shadow

I was running as fast as a force seven hurricane over the precarious rooftops, the thick fog, the forest of chimneys. Lightfoot followed soon after. ‘This man is a warlock, a necromancer, a murderer,’ I explained as we ran. ‘I swear he was destroyed. This means only one thing: black magic is back in town.
No answer.
I turned.
A trail of ectoplasm led into a nearby tree.
A blue orb hung over the tree:
Lightfoots soul.
A crimson beam was a beacon in the midnight fog.
I ran for my life.
For my country.
For the world.

The Comic Man

Barney: ‘’Run Sylvie’’
Barney: ‘’Don’t look back until were are well away’’
Barney: ‘’He’s a paid assassin’’
Barney: ‘’he will kill anyone in his path of territory’’
Barney: ‘’Keep running ‘’
His laugh lingered in the foggy highland as they ran through shredding thistles
Barney: ‘’Sylvie?’’
He turned, the comic man wasn’t there.
Barney: “sylvie”
Barney: “I will find you”
There was a trail of fresh blood leading to his address
The comic man: “dispose of her body and let it rot”
Barney found Sylvies body two years later
Barney: “I will get my revenge on you”

The Chicken Thief

That person in the window is a morphe, he can turn into anything on this world! He is the one who killed my parents when I was a baby. He could hear us when we discussed a plan, so we made a pretend plan to trick him. We spoke as loud as we could and said, ”We’re going to post a letter saying we’re going to his house after he comes back from tesco and trick him”. So then we ran to our houses. The time came, It didn’t work, but he was the chicken thief all this time.