It was impossible to tell whether the voice was a man or a woman, but it carried an indescribable persuasion.
Terry, who was letting the doctor treat the wound, trembled all over.
When the doctor saw this, he couldn't help but ask:
"What's wrong?"
"It hurts too much."
"There's nothing we can do about it."
Terry shook his head:
"Nothing, doctor, you continue."
The doctor nodded.
Watching his flesh and blood being debrided little by little, the metal bullet was taken out.
This should have been a very painful process.
However, Terry found that he felt no pain.
It's not that abstract, because it's numb so it doesn't hurt.
But you really don't feel the pain.
At that moment, Terry realized that he was clearly conscious, but there was no pain in his body.
The doctor was also a little surprised.
Because from the beginning of bandaging the wound, Terry barely even frowned.
Of course, his understanding was that young Terry did not want others to see his vulnerable side.
Only Terry himself understood that his body seemed to be undergoing some special changes.
After the wound was bandaged, the doctor refused to charge.
He knows very well Terry's family situation.
"If you want to return this favor to me, then when you have time, bring me some milk from your farm." The doctor said.
Terry was very grateful.
On the way back, he looked at the people coming and going in the town.
Cowboys were once known as brave and fearless people in the pioneer era of the West.
Because of them, small towns can exist here and develop.
But... that fanatical duelism has also made this place no longer safe.
Terry specifically chose a darker alley, not wanting to have anything to do with these people.
He quietly returned to his farm, but never returned to the house.
He sat somewhat blankly on the grass of the farm, looking at the cattle and sheep around him, eating feed leisurely.
For a moment, he suddenly felt envious of these animals.
Yes, because these animals will be very satisfied as long as you give them food.
They have no extra desires and can maintain their docile nature as long as they can survive.
He couldn't help but look at the scarecrow he made.
In fact, the scarecrow is just a prop to deter small animals.
Terry likes scarecrows very much.
Because he didn't have many friends in this small western town.
For as long as he can remember, his friends have been these scarecrows.
suddenly:
"Are you really willing?"
That inexplicable voice sounded.
Terry shuddered.
Not an auditory hallucination!
"You...who are you!"
Terry stood up subconsciously. He looked around, but the farm was empty except for the scarecrow and animals.
"It doesn't matter who I am."
"What matters is yourself."
"You have been experiencing misfortune since you were born."
"But these misfortunes were not caused by you. You didn't do anything wrong."
"You lived in this situation for more than twenty years."
"Your mother left and your father drank all his life."
"He doesn't have the slightest bit of parent-child affection for you."
"Your life is in a mess because of his irresponsibility."
"On those farms, the aggressive and aggressive cowboys bullied you for no reason."
"How long do you plan to support this kind of life?"
"Or have you adapted to this life of being bullied?"
Terry's eyes were a little bloodshot:
"No!"
"I...I just can't help it!"
"I don't want to die! I also want to have a different life!"
"But...but all of this, under the current circumstances, there is no way to get it..."
The mysterious voice suddenly laughed:
"Actually...you have a way to get it."
"You can have a strong body, you can have an ideal appearance, you can also have a happy family, and you can become strong because of it."
"Actually... you are not helpless."
"It's just that you didn't take this option into consideration before."
Terry swallowed.
In his eyes, there was a hint of trance and longing, and... a strong desire!
Veins began to bulge on his forehead.
"hey-hey……"
"Have you decided?"
"If you decide, then let's go."
"First of all, we have to do one thing first, and that is...get rid of the useless father!"
"His value to you is almost zero."
The persuasion began to be unscrupulous.
Terry's breathing began to quicken.
What surprised him was that even now, he still found that his body began to become numb and began to lose the so-called pain sensation.
Moreover, when the voice said... asking him to kill his father, he actually... didn't have the slightest fear, but rather an indescribable expectation.
The sky suddenly darkened, and the cries of crows seemed so abrupt in the barren land of the west.
At the same time, the animals seemed to have noticed something.
The cattle, sheep, horses, and even chickens, ducks, and poultry on the farm also raised their heads.
Their eyes turned scarlet as they watched Terry return to the door.
"Squeak..."
The door was pushed open.
The strong smell of alcohol still didn't dissipate.
Inside the house, it was pitch dark.
Looking at his so-called father, he was paralyzed on the stairs with a hangover.
…
The father slowly raised his head, and dimly, he saw his son.
"Huh? Terry, you're back."
Staggeringly stood up.
Suddenly there was a burst of thunder.
The sudden white light reflected Terry's figure at the door.
For a moment, my father's face was full of fear, and he even woke up a little from his drunkenness:
"You...who are you!"
In his eyes, where Terry was, he was a... scary-looking scarecrow!
This scarecrow, wearing Terry's clothes and with flesh and blood mixed in the straw, looked very scary.
He looked at the scarecrow and grinned, as if smiling.
But what flowed from the dark mouth was shocking blood!
The father panicked. He stumbled and ran upstairs to get his gun.
However, the scarecrow made Terry's voice:
"Father……"
"Are you going to shoot me again?"
"Why...why can you inflict all the pain on me so naturally?"
When the father heard Terry's voice coming from the scarecrow's body, his eyes became even more frightened.
"No!"
"Wait!"
"Terry...I was wrong!"
"I was wrong!"
"Let me go!"
Because he didn't drink alcohol today, Terry's father's body had been shaking uncontrollably, so that he couldn't climb the narrow stairs well.
Behind him, the scarecrow smiled.
Sickles suddenly appeared in his hands.
The sickles combined into a pair of sharp claws, piercing deeply into his father's back.
Suddenly, the sickle penetrated the flesh and blood spurted out.
The man's shrill wail was masked by the crows on the roof.
All the animals made strange noises at this time.
…
When Terry gradually woke up, he looked at his bloody father, who had been dead for a long time.
There was no cowardice in his eyes anymore.
On the contrary... there was a hint of indescribable excitement and excitement.
"Is this what...killing...feels like?"
Terry muttered.
He looked at his scythe and the blood stains all over his body.
That sticky and wet feeling is obviously so disgusting.
But at this time, Terry felt extremely happy.
An intoxicating smile appeared on his face.
This is what he wants!
The blood flowing out reflected his true appearance.
At this time, he is Terry and also a scarecrow.
So Terry finally understood.
The source of that sound was none other than himself.
It was the killing and desire in his heart that awakened him.
Terry is very satisfied with his current position.
With his strange body made of flesh and blood fused with straw, he moved forward in the darkness step by step, becoming the incarnation of the scarecrow passed down from word to mouth.
However, Terry knew that his mission was not over yet.
He arrived at the home of the cowboy who had been bullying him.
At this time, the other party was lying on the bed and resting.
When he heard the screams coming from downstairs, the cowboy was stunned, immediately picked up his pistol and rushed downstairs.
The scene in front of him was that his parents had fallen into a pool of blood.
Terry tilted his head slightly and grinned.
The cowboy's face turned pale and he was extremely frightened: "You... what the hell are you!"
In an instant, gunshots were fired one after another, and bullets penetrated Terry's body, but had no effect.
"You have bullied me for so many years, and now...that's enough."
The familiar voice made the cowboy look in disbelief:
"You...you are Terry, this is impossible...I..."
Before he finished speaking, his head was cut off.
The stunned expression was frozen in the moment of death.
Terry stretched out and felt extremely comfortable.