Three Must Die
By the end of this three will have died.
Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Beings of every nature. Opposites, they say, attract. In this case it seemed it did.
The man was old, he had seen a few storms in his lifetime. His eyes looked distant. His beard was scruffy and unmaintained. His arms were scarred. Veins ran underneath them. The woman was young. Her skin was soft. Her hips curved beautifully. Her hair draped her back until it rested on her lower back. They seemed mismatched. Yet they loved each other. They courted, and soon after they married. A humble event since the man had no family, and the woman had only a brother.
The matrimony seemed happy. The man's crude physique seemed to become softer around her presence. As for the woman, she had found someone to protect her. Her brother was the only family she had left, and even he lived far away.
It seemed everything was perfect. There would be no need to tell a tale so bland if it ended there.
One day, as the man was coming back from cutting firewood, he saw in the distance a white bundle of cloth. He walked toward it and saw what it was. A woman, barely clothed. She looked beaten.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I was beaten by my father, he took me out of my house because he thinks I am pregnant." answered the woman.
"Are you?"
"Not anymore," she answered in tears. "He beat me until I bled. He saw the blood and ripped off my clothes and used it to clean the floor. He told me to leave before he killed me. I grabbed this sheet from the line and ran."
"Come, I will help you."
The man grabbed the woman, and picked her up with one arm and carried the firewood with the other.
They got home and the man explained the situation to his wife. She agreed to help clothe the woman and let her stay until she felt better.
A few weeks passed and the bruises healed. The stranger seemed to be doing a lot better. So much so that she began to seduce the man. She did so for some time. Until the man made love to the stranger. He cheated on his wife. She was entering the room as she saw them together. She burst into tears and ran away.
She ran and ran. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground. She had gotten just on the border of their property. There was a big tree near where her husband would cut the logs he brought. Along the rubble was a long rope which he would use to tie the logs together. She was on her knees. Her eyes already tired from crying so forcefully, she could still see these things. In the turmoil of the moment, the woman decided to end her life. She climbed the tree and tied the rope to a strong branch. She let the noose around her head and gave one last glance toward her house. There was nothing there left for her. She jumped.
A few hours later.
The woman's brother came to the property to visit the couple. He was heartbroken to see his sister hanging from a tree. He shed many bitter tears for her before he brought her cold body that had now started to decompose. He went toward the house. He saw a strange woman leave running. He had not seen her, but it did not matter, it was not her he was after.
He kicked open the door and saw the now widowed husband looking at him in awe.
"What happened to her?" desperately asked the brother.
"She left to go see her ex." answered the wifeless man.
"Do you even know what I am talking about?" the brother asked as he pulled out his gun.
"The woman that just left?"
"The woman that was dead outside! The woman you married!" In tears he released the safety and said, "My sister!"
BOOM
He shot the unfaithful man. Now he looked around and decided to turn his weapon on himself.
BOOM
He shot himself in the head.
"Ughhhh.That son of a bitch." said the man as he got up slowly.
The bullet had missed him, but grazed him enough to send him backward. He looked at the mess that had happened. A man's brains all over the entrance of his home, and in the distance a body laid on the floor.
He dug graves for his deceased wife and brother-in-law. He laid them to rest in the best way a brute like him could.
Many years passed since the tragedies. The man got older, and he seemed to work with less vigor. He was clearing his land to the back of his house. There were many trees there. He no longer had the strength to chop them down. so he decided to burn them, it was a bit more dangerous, but if he oversaw the flames then there was no problem. He doused the tree with gasoline and threw a match. The tree began to burn. The flames kept running up to the top.
BOOM
The man fell to the ground. A shot? It pierced his forehead. It was the missing bullet that had grazed the man. The bullet was wedged into the tree.
Now the crackling of flames that keep rising fill the land. The tree weakens and falls, the burning corpse lands on the lifeless body and find it's way to the gallon of gasoline. It further ignites the flames and eventually run to the house. Now old and burning along with the builder.
Days later the fire fighters find the remains of the man under all the rubble. Along with graves of two persons. A male and a female. The remains of all three were buried nameless in an old cemetery.
Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Beings of every nature. Opposites, they say, attract. In this case it seemed it did.
The man was old, he had seen a few storms in his lifetime. His eyes looked distant. His beard was scruffy and unmaintained. His arms were scarred. Veins ran underneath them. The woman was young. Her skin was soft. Her hips curved beautifully. Her hair draped her back until it rested on her lower back. They seemed mismatched. Yet they loved each other. They courted, and soon after they married. A humble event since the man had no family, and the woman had only a brother.
The matrimony seemed happy. The man's crude physique seemed to become softer around her presence. As for the woman, she had found someone to protect her. Her brother was the only family she had left, and even he lived far away.
It seemed everything was perfect. There would be no need to tell a tale so bland if it ended there.
One day, as the man was coming back from cutting firewood, he saw in the distance a white bundle of cloth. He walked toward it and saw what it was. A woman, barely clothed. She looked beaten.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I was beaten by my father, he took me out of my house because he thinks I am pregnant." answered the woman.
"Are you?"
"Not anymore," she answered in tears. "He beat me until I bled. He saw the blood and ripped off my clothes and used it to clean the floor. He told me to leave before he killed me. I grabbed this sheet from the line and ran."
"Come, I will help you."
The man grabbed the woman, and picked her up with one arm and carried the firewood with the other.
They got home and the man explained the situation to his wife. She agreed to help clothe the woman and let her stay until she felt better.
A few weeks passed and the bruises healed. The stranger seemed to be doing a lot better. So much so that she began to seduce the man. She did so for some time. Until the man made love to the stranger. He cheated on his wife. She was entering the room as she saw them together. She burst into tears and ran away.
She ran and ran. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground. She had gotten just on the border of their property. There was a big tree near where her husband would cut the logs he brought. Along the rubble was a long rope which he would use to tie the logs together. She was on her knees. Her eyes already tired from crying so forcefully, she could still see these things. In the turmoil of the moment, the woman decided to end her life. She climbed the tree and tied the rope to a strong branch. She let the noose around her head and gave one last glance toward her house. There was nothing there left for her. She jumped.
A few hours later.
The woman's brother came to the property to visit the couple. He was heartbroken to see his sister hanging from a tree. He shed many bitter tears for her before he brought her cold body that had now started to decompose. He went toward the house. He saw a strange woman leave running. He had not seen her, but it did not matter, it was not her he was after.
He kicked open the door and saw the now widowed husband looking at him in awe.
"What happened to her?" desperately asked the brother.
"She left to go see her ex." answered the wifeless man.
"Do you even know what I am talking about?" the brother asked as he pulled out his gun.
"The woman that just left?"
"The woman that was dead outside! The woman you married!" In tears he released the safety and said, "My sister!"
BOOM
He shot the unfaithful man. Now he looked around and decided to turn his weapon on himself.
BOOM
He shot himself in the head.
"Ughhhh.That son of a bitch." said the man as he got up slowly.
The bullet had missed him, but grazed him enough to send him backward. He looked at the mess that had happened. A man's brains all over the entrance of his home, and in the distance a body laid on the floor.
He dug graves for his deceased wife and brother-in-law. He laid them to rest in the best way a brute like him could.
Many years passed since the tragedies. The man got older, and he seemed to work with less vigor. He was clearing his land to the back of his house. There were many trees there. He no longer had the strength to chop them down. so he decided to burn them, it was a bit more dangerous, but if he oversaw the flames then there was no problem. He doused the tree with gasoline and threw a match. The tree began to burn. The flames kept running up to the top.
BOOM
The man fell to the ground. A shot? It pierced his forehead. It was the missing bullet that had grazed the man. The bullet was wedged into the tree.
Now the crackling of flames that keep rising fill the land. The tree weakens and falls, the burning corpse lands on the lifeless body and find it's way to the gallon of gasoline. It further ignites the flames and eventually run to the house. Now old and burning along with the builder.
Days later the fire fighters find the remains of the man under all the rubble. Along with graves of two persons. A male and a female. The remains of all three were buried nameless in an old cemetery.
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