Writing Practice (Random Story In Each Page)

(part2/ 4000+ words muthafukas)

"Let's make a contract, your father abused me and other spirts, let me free and I will help you." He heard the raspy voice behind and inside of the cage, he only laughed which made the one who has the voice confused.

"Nice try with that pathethic excuse, his a soul catcher. He catches spirts and sell them, he says your the most wanted,highest bid is 12.1 million." He smirked and cross his arms, he felt pride and smart that he outsmarted a spirt then it almost shattered when he heard him having a raspy chuckle.

"My offer still stands, I want you to be my bonder, mr. Alexis " He sucked his teeth and made a 'tsk' sound,which made it a little curious of why he did it.

"Call me derick, when you say it like that, you make it sound like you're talking to father." It hummed, derick raise the blanket up a little with his left hand while his right hand is holding the taser. He can see the lost soul more clearly now.

"As you may wish, derick" it said then bowed in a polite manner, something like a butler. Derick looked at him, he knows it is up to something but not sure what.

"Better, why do you want to be a spiritual? When you become one and I'm the bonder, you'll just be a servant to me. Why end your independence?"

Derick asked while looking him in the eyes, he noticed scars around his body. He didn't knew if that happend when he was alive or he got when he died, either way he knew it hurted like hell.

The spirt was shirtless, scars were all around his torso and arms, it had long hair up to its waist, a dark brown trouser with a yellow soft cloth blanket is wrapped around his waist. He was shoeless. His skinned look pale, almost white as snow.

"I've already lost it, I'm in a cage specially designed for lost souls and about to get sold by God know's how and force me to be their spiritual slave, I rather die right here right now if I'm allowed too."

It said, then he sigh then flop down on the metal cage on his but then did and Indian seatm

"A spiritual or lost soul can die a second time?" Derik asked it, it laughed out loud then form a sly smirk on it's face.

"You have very poor knowledge about us then, derick. I bet the only thing you about us is that a lost soul can make a contact with a human and be the servant. Nothing else, am I correct,derick?" The way he said was so mocking yet taunting in the Same time, derick didn't knew if he was lying or not.

He didn't want to admit it to it so he just stood there and being silent.

"..."

That's where his pride broke down, it laughed at him mockingly. It annoyed him so he covered the blanket. He remembered that he has a taser on his hands especially design for lost souls like him.

He was this irritated, that he wanted to tase him but he knew he had to keep his posture since if you lose your temper, you lose the argument. That's what his mother always say, he believes in it.

"The spirt or the human can force to make a contract with a spirt or human whether they want to or not. When the spirtual's previous owner die, they will gain something that will always be there with them as a reaminder of that previous deceased owner. A special power, transformation,an accessory and anything. Spirituals can die from the spefic punishment that they get from their bonder, I have a lot more if you wanna learn,derick"

It recited jt, it heard no sound of any response. It peaked down and saw derik shoes still there meaning that derik is still in fact there.

"Why are you telling me this?" Derik asked, it smiles softly then got up, it put it's hands in it's pockets.