Mangled Hand: The Beginning
Heat wafted through the open door, finding its way onto the face of the young boy Nean. ?Argh, enough with the heat? Nean groaned and stood up, Nean was only about thirteen years old, he wiped his sweaty palms against his straight black hair. Walking out into the Hallway of his house, he stumbled tiredly to the fridge. Opening up the door the light exposed his surrounding. Oh how he wished he would never of done that, the light spilled out of the fridge and revealed a slick liquid by his feet. After the glare from his eyes faded, he identified the liquid. It was blood. He gasped and his face turned a pale white look, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted. The fright of what he saw effected him for his whole life.
I'll post the first chapter as soon as I'm done.
