The Shadow Man, Part 3
Richie will remembered that moment for the rest of his life. For that was the most traumatic moment of his life… so far. To kill is to stand in front of someone and take their life away. Richie knew this as one of the most important lessons he will ever learn.
Richie ditches his last class because he knew there was a substitute. He walked down to the abandoned building grabbing a couple different size rocks and storing them in his backpack. He wanted vengeance on his father’s death.
The day was cold as he made his way to the building. A shiver running down his spine. When he made it to the building he was petrified of walking in. As soon as he stepped in the door he cold smell the smell of dust and rotting dry wall. His shaking body walked slowly and quietly throughout the building holding rocks in each hand. He knew that he would have to find the courage in him to lift a one thousand pound boulder to even be able to get close to that wretched monster.
He walks into a small room and behold… there is a man. A man with black hair with white roots.
”D-d-d-did you kill my father!?”
”No I did not,”he had a slight grin on his face.
”Then who are you?”
”I am your father,”he said with a chuckle.
”Let me explain.”