Purpose: Whisperer of Night Page 11
by Keya Jay
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Aaron groaned loudly as all the pain from that fight came rushing to him all at once.
What the hell happened? He asked himself as he fought to pry his eyes open.
The moment he opened his eyes to little beady slits he immediately wished he hadn’t as a bunch of dirt came tumbling down over him. Aaron closed his eyes and willed his head to shake the dirt away but his head wouldn’t move; his whole body was immobile. Aaron opened his eyes once again to see Richard Masterson standing over him with a shovel in hand.
“It’s funny how you haven’t even been dead a whole day yet and your family is already morning your death,” he said before another pound of dirt fell over him; covering his face.