A book, carefull its gorish

Well hello, im egor. First of all, i apologize to PIMD for the content of the following. If it does abuses and violates the terms and conditions, please delete the post and im ready to be punished  if this actually does vilates your conditions.
Now this is a book i was writing really long ago and i stopped because:
i dont know what to write
i have ideas but im also lazy to write
i usually do other stuff, like painting or skateboarding
i need help and that is the main reason. im asking peoples of PIMD to help me write this and if it ever comes to an edition, your names shall be mentionned. there is a lot of blood and gore but thats what i felt like writing, if you dont like the topic, please dont read, i dont want you to say (bad word) you egor, now i cant sleep or something. ive tried to cut the gore and the bad words with (...) as much as i could. bad words might be damn you, screw you etc. use your imagination
lastly thank you all for reading and sorry if its too gorishalso, the last few paragraphs are really sketchy, its not so so related or well written or well formulated or has a bad way of the story or i dont even know how to explain, im sure you will understand after reading. PPS.really bad grammar sometimes and choice of words, sorry one more time

He was walking down the street. His red colored sword, swinging on his belt. He walked in the first inn he saw and commanded a drink and some food, with a room to rest. The next morning he woke up and cleaned up his cloth. His dark red cloth, armor, sword. He left the town soon after visiting a blacksmith. Now that the war was over, he felt empty. Thats all he liked to do. Kill. Blood. He was going somewhere hoping there could be any kind of fighting. Its been a few days and he was tired. Tired of not seeing blood. He killed a deer, just for fun. He kept walking, still feeling empty. That was not what he needed.He reached another village afterwards and did the same thing there.He woke up with the handle in his hand in cold sweat. "Bad dream", he said to himself and stood up. it was early morning, blue light started passing from the window. He went again, in the woods, searching.

As soon as the village disappeard from the sight he heared screams of women. He stopped and think. Then he ran fast to the voice and saw a few guys, ripping cloth off two weak women. He grined and runned towards them... He woke up with his sword dripping in hot, red blood. In the middle of the woods. All three guys laying on the floor exposing their bodies, exposing everything that was inside them. He looked around and seen the two women, screaming and running away. He laughed and cleaned the sword on some one's body. Took the gold and the valuables and left the corpses there. This time he really felt satisfied. "Finally!" he said and laughed.

He kept walking away in an unknown to him forest. Feeling good, he entered another town after many hours of walking, exhausted. He rent a room and slept well.

Chapter 2. Her escape.

She finally made it outside. Not just outside but to freedom. Young and free. What else could she possible hope, believe and have? She ran fast, faster than any other time. Running away from the prison, the dark big prison where her parents dominated all and everything. Thanks to the magister, who showed her the map and the underground paths. Soon she did not see the castle. She stopped and laughed loud. Her name was (---) She kept on walking day and night, making small camps just to eat a fresh killed rabbit or squirrel. All she ha with her was a fresh made bow, lots of string to repair cloth and the bow. She was dressed in a little leather armor with training pants, in her tiny leather bag she had some bread and a gourd with water.Then, after 2 days of walking she finally reached the first village. It was dominated by a big and known family. She slipped inside and worked for a day as an (официант) in an inn. There she rent a room. Leaving the town the next morning with tons of stolen and a little earned money. Her bag filled with a few gold coins and good food, she left the town the same way, jumping the big wall, even though she had to climb high and jump down, at least no one knows she was there. She walked wistling to the next town smiling and enjoying the freedom. She didnt know what to do, she looked for some kind of possible adventure. Soon it started to rain.

Chapter 3. On the freedom.

As she walked north, the rain started to feel lighter. She did not realise that untill she started to see white stains on the ground, she was too happy thinking. She did not know what and how it looked like at all. Those little, tiny, white and slowly falling water drops looked amazing. She only heared about it so far.

---good part so far, rest to rethink and redo

Lost in her thinking she got surprised. She saw it, she saw everything, she heared screams and beggings for fast death, but...he did not listen, his strong arm holding the sword and cutting the thiefs in pieces, two women passed by her, running away and screaming. She could not move, just watch this, beast chopping everything in pieces. She got her sword in her hand, ready to defend herself.

She saw how he cleaned the sword and how happy he looked after screaming finally. He left north too. She walked to the bodies and took the steel sword, searched for some more stuff and filled her bag, she walked away a few metres and threw up all over the floor, fell down on her knees and held her head. After a few minutes she stood up and kept walking north hoping not to see the person again.

Few days later, she found another body, same thing, it was there a few hours, means the man is walking the same path. She looked at the shining sword and picked it up. Wolf craving on the handle, the greatest family of north. Best steel. She threw away her previous weapons and picked up a pretty heavy sword. She held the sword all the time, in left and right hand, practicing while walking. "I must destroy the (insert a bad word describing a bad guy)". She was going faster and faster, looking for the man. Untill she found a simple sword, in the stomach of a guy, his feet were not touching the floor, and the sword was going through his body and even the tree, holding them both. She burried the corpse and put the sword as the gravel(or the stone or whatever its called) and kept walking.

Chapter 4. Need even more.

He was walking more than satisfied. He asked them, but didnt count. He knew a few were true warriors and the others were simple villagers. He lost count, loosing his mind more and more. He knew he needed some one to take him out of this state and yet, he kept on killing, smashing, cutting, ripping, slicing. He saw another village and a crazy idea came up his mind. That village is so small and cute, why dont i just...paint it red? all of it! he laughed and with a grin walked to the gates. There was about a 500 metres as he heared a cracking noise behind him, he turned around.

She blamed herself for being stupid, sitting down behind a tree she pretended to sharpen her sword and kept on making noise, as if she was there the whole time. The man came up and looked at her. He was already holding his sword with a grin. He got disapointed somehow and left her. He walked away far enough. She droped everything and breathed hard, her blood boiling and heart jumping. She stood up picking her stuff after a couple of minutes. Her shaking hads were difficult to control but she still followed him when he entered the village.

She entered the same inn as him hoping that he didnt remember her. Took the room next to him and decided to kill him while he would be sleeping. She ate well and went in her room before the man. She took her steel sword and started to clean and fix it. After a while she heared some one going up. She held her breath and waited. The door opened and the man entered his room, in his heavy armor and loud boots. She couldnt smile or anything. Just sit thinking for an hour, without moving. She took a nap and woke up a few hours later. She heared screams outside which woke her up. She grabbed all her stuff and ran to the door, which was open. When she walked down, the whole inn was red, dripping, the bodies floating on the floor, same trick as the others. She screamed in agony and ran outside looking for the man.

Chapter 5. Unpleasent meet.

A girl. He laughed in his head in the sight of the sword. Seriously, girls these days, they need more training, else they all are gonna grab swords and shit. He looked around him remembering every thing. Every man, every door, every building. Walked in the inn and got a drink. After awhile the girl walked in. "She doesnt live here..." She walked up before him and he got to his place only after an hour. He started cleaning, shining and sharpening his stuff. "Tonight is a big night" After a few hours he went first to the birds. He didnt need any messages to say that the village is getting destroyed. He burned te whole building with the pigeons, then killed every single horse. "Now they are locked" He laughed loudly as people started to walk outside and try to turn the fire off. No one have seen the dead horses and the guy who guarded them. At first he walked in the inn, asked for a drink and simply sliced the barmen. Everyone stood up and took their swords out in shock. "What do you know about fighting, kids? Have you ever been on war?" He laghed and it began. He woke up in the middle of the street. The village all on fire, women running around screaming. Every man of the village. dead. Sliced, chopped, killed. But thats not what woke him up.

She screamed loudly at him. He suddenly loosen his sword and look around. As if he didnt know what happend. Then looked at her. She breathed fast and deep. "Yeah you, (insert a bad insulting word) you!" She ranned dashing towards him and entered the attack. She felt some weird stuff filling her body as she gained courage. Adrenaline was running in her body, her heart was jumping out of her chest and she was scared. But the adrenaline, so much of it, covered all that feel and she fighted with the man. He was on defence, not trying to attack, or sometimes doing small hits with the side of his sword, afraid to hurt her?. She tried to pierce or hit him many times, and yet he was too skilled. She attacked another time but the man counter attacked and made her sword drop on the floor, far from where she was. She looked at him as he grabbed her chest in his hand, he lift her up and looked in her eyes. A few minutes passed, they felt like hours, days, mornths then he threw her far away. A couple of metres away. She lost concious as she hit the ground and slid.

He looked in her eyes thinking. Why would she do such a thing? Why does she cares? Who is she? He did not have time for this, she slammed the floor and he left the town after filling all his pokets and fingers with rings. He was more than satisfied. This would be enough for a few days. He laughed and then got serious. In his whole life he killed one woman and regret it forever. Who was this girl, he must not touch her... never. He kept on walking without looking back and set a camp very far, a few days walking from the village. He slept well, without any dreams. He woke up late since he did not sleep for a few days. He remembered that day. With the girl and him holding her. She looked way too familiar and yet, he never got any woman with him. "Nooo it can't be..."

Chapter 6. Another meet.

She woke up with a hedache. Head explosing in pieces. In a bed. She sit up and looked around. Her swors and cloth on the floor. "How many days i slept...?" She got dressed and looked out the window. An army receiving orders. Woman cleaning up, and half of the village in ashes. The red all over the floor, the snow. Id o ly it wouldnt be what it is, it would be realy beautifull. She put her cloth on, took the sword and walked outside the empty house. She walked out the village fast in the direction of north. No one have seen her. She was thinking of the stories where a maid wake you up and feed you. Give you cloth and ask to stay. But yet, she was walking with ripped and burned cloth. "At least it covers my stuff here" burned pants and ripped shirt, a few coins and a beautifull sword. Was she the first girl warrior? She didnt like her parents at all and yet, glad that her dad taught her how to defend herself and how to use the sword. She kept chasing the (another insult)

Passing through a few villages and killing a bunch of thieves, he felt amazing. He never got so much blood. His god was as satisfied as him. Both fed. He decided to kill for his god from now on. And again the same scene in the 4th village or so. Two men raping a woman. She had her mouth covered and couldn't say anything. Disgusting scene. He came up as both of the guys grabbed swords and told him to get out. He laughed. "The red god, he asks for more justice, and more color!" Piercing the corpse of the first one, then defending a little from the second and finally (doing bad stuff to them and watching them in pain) Now a small pool was begginning to be there. The woman did not say a word. He untied her and left fast. She ran after him begging to go with him since she did not have any further future in this town. As he kept saying no, she took his sword in both hands. Now he saw her muscles and her abilities. "Take me with you." He laughed and took the sword away after a bit of fighting. "You're skilled but im not taking any people with me." He pushed her and she fell down. He left and she stayed. She walked back in the village naked exposing her body. She was red. Ashamed and also colored from the blood of earlier. Then she saw a kid.

She walked in the town and looked around. She heard extreme screams and ran towards them to see the scene. She turned away and walked away. "He was here, a couple of hours ago...." She baught food and ran out, a half naked woman stopped her.
-You saw all that, where are you going now? the woman that spoke was a few inches taller, and yet a few years older.
-To kill HIM! She pushed the woman away and walked, followed by the woman.
-Im with you!
-No, im alone on my way.
-Im walking with you, whatever you say. I can hold a sword and defend myself, my name is Sheyla Mrak.
She stopped and looked at the woman. Family of Mrak, the most powerfull warriors of the north, but she wasn't so far at north.
-You just want to get home using me, come I will let you do that.
-No, i want to break free from here.
-Just come
She walked away, her name had no importance.

Sheyla was thinking and not saying a word, she was covered in a piece of clothing she found, it covered her body exposing all of her long legs. She was pretty happy to find another femenine warrior. She have to teach that little girl a lot... Sheyla smiled and kept on walking trying to find some clothing and saw the kid's sword. "No way.... no way..." she was shocked, how.... how could he? "Girl where have you found....this sword" words diffucultly falled out of her mouth. "The guy killed some men so i picked it up".

After Sheyla asked where she found her sword, they have found another bunch of bodies, Sheyla picked some cloth a leather armor and a sword. Sheyla looked pretty, she liked the way that woman spoke.

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