(Hey there people. Im barely a beginner in russian , so please keep that in mind reading this chapter. Ill try studying more and improving it later <3)
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unsure of what to do,no one moved a muscle,the sound wasn't alarming on its own.
maybe,that's if, it was any other ordinary day.
All the townsfolk would stop working ,a few spare minutes of the day to do nothing but whisper prayers. They did that everyday for as long as they remembered.
The few 'alive' people in the room though,could not dare part their lips today.
and yet,someone's voice could be heard amongst them a second later.
[Пока мы живы,мы должны заплатить]
One by one,they all looked back to identify the source of the sound.
[Пока мы умираем,мы теряем свой шанс]
The whispering voice continued,all while they noticed the mysterious figure standing behind the tables.
[Так…]
The mysterious figure held something up in the air.
A head…without a body.
[Ты должен заплатить]
As if their legs finally caught onto their travel,each slowly gave up on them,making them all get down.never once their eyes left the head. Never once their expression changed from terror..
[Сейчас]
The figure looked right at them,only the light shinning in their eyes visible.right about then,the head blinked.slowly,painfully,it seemed.
Nothing crazy. but …'how?'...was a
word shared in all their minds for that moment.
[Платить!]
Without a word or any fighting back,all their heads lowered,only their eyes struggling. fighting to not lose sight of the scene.
The figure,dressed in a dark gray cloak,then let go of the head's hair.allowing it to freely fall onto the table,it fell sideways ,on an empty plate in the middle of one of those tables.
once again blinking painfully.this time,the mouth opened,seemed as if it's trying to say some words,but of course, once you lose your whole neck,there wont be anymore sounds.
This all would've been cool in a magic show,the unknown person would definitely receive the sound of their claps and a few silver coins even.but now…
There was only fear,horror,and a mystery man's unknown expression.
:did…you do all this?
One man dared say,his forehead facing the ground, his eyes on the person right in front of them.he did gather all the strength he could. Who's voice could've stayed calm though?
The mysterious figure did not speak.the only thing he did ,was turning his back on them,as each reached for the dagger in their lower left pocket.
[Смерть смотрит на тебя]
Daggers all out,reached but their own necks,and then..seven new chairs were added to this 'decoration '.
Only two empty plates remained on the tables.
Eight pairs of lips now tried to mouth the exact words all together.
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