The Wanderer

Chapter Eleven

"Another follower," I muttered.

"Yes, that is so," he said. "Do you know how I came to be?"

"I could really care less you bastard."

"Pertentious little bug." He drew a fiery red blade. "This is Darrius. He will be your demise."

I drew Duran, my gun, and aimed at his forehead. "I'll send this bullet into your brain before you can begin to slash."

The Wanderer laughed. "Let us see."

He swung Darrius at my stomach. The blade pierced my skin a little. Blood seeped through my shirt, drenching it. I fired Duran. The Wanderer deflected the bullet.

"You need to die," he said. "You need to."

The End

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