A dark broken down alley. The cries of a screaming child. The rattling of rats running around the alley way. The cold night air filled the night as winter approaches. But tucked away, in a small corner was a figure. Breathing heavy. Rubbing it's hands together. Trying to keep warm. "Don't die on me yet" the figure repeated. "Just bare this punishment. I deserve to be punished." Over and over again the figure repeated.... The night became even darker. As night became darker, the cold air became even colder. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow over. And each time the wind blew over, the figure kept shaking. You could see the light warm smoke coming from the figure's mouth. The figure stated rocking back and forth trying to forget how cold it is....
The alley lights were turned on.But the alley was now empty at this time of night. No soul dared to walk the streets. It felt as if a diesease had spread and everyone was in hiding. But the figure still remained there. Still rocking back and forth. Repeating those words, over and over again.
You just want to know what did this figure do to deserve this punishment? Was it a stolen piece of bread? The lack of respect to a higher status? What?
It seems like the figure has been there for hours. Cuts and bruises covered the figures hands and face. Parts of hair seemed as if someone has been pulling it. Ripping it out....
Suddenly, the figure got up. Standing there, in the freezing cold snow, was a child dressed in old, torned up clothing. No shoes. Hands, feet and face covered in cuts and bruises. Skin slowly turning to a pale blue colour. Then the figure moved its head. Bloodshot eyes, from crying. A light warm breath would occassionaly come out. The figure fell back and laid on the ground. The figure looked up into the sky. Then gave a small smile.
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