Trash Chapter #2
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He said nothing but passed right by me, and others without even a hint of countenance on his face. I spy around to see the looks of the others. Some became surprisingly mute as they stared at him, others scoffed... Then some others, like the bulky military man he whispered something to, or the mafia boss lady, or the cold chilling ninja or some kind of assassin,
They all gave him another look, a long one at that.
As if they had met their comrade. I unconsciously shrank back when I noticed this.
*Clap Clap Clap*
The pulpit was now occupied by a figure of a man with a weird boar mask... The most hated nemesis of everyone alive, and dead too.
“You're dead! You're dead!” A man couldn't hold it any longer. He reached out for a rod that he got after dismantling the stand-in chairs in the hall.
This was an act he carried out right from the start, but I wasn't that surprised as to when and how he broke the chairs and stole iron rods and not a single one of us knew...
What I was jaw-slacked about, was the person in particular. This was the very man who hugged the alter in tears just a minute ago.
His eyes looked pained and filled with helplessness then. It's truly a wonder what goes on in people's minds... Even God doesn't dare smile at this.
- Writer
