Revan heard the door open behind him; a little bell jingled, hanging from the inside of the door's glass window. It was almost closing time and it had been a grueling day at the bakery. The people of Sage Marsh sure did love his bread.
Revan was sweeping up the last remnants of the day; the flour and yeast, a contrast to the dark slate colored floor, found in front of the large coal oven, laid in a pile at his feet. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to get into his bed, which was purposely propped up against the wall that separated his room from the oven, which conveniently gave it a nice toasty feel in these cold winter nights.
He turned around to greet the customer, as there were a couple pies and loaves of bread leftover for sale, but was met with the front door, slowly swinging itself closed. Revan thought nothing of it, thinking to himself that they must have changed their minds, as he swept up the pile of flour and yeast from the floor, dumping it into the garbage. He walked over to the front door and locked it, yawning deeply and smiling, thinking only of his warm bed to come.
Revan headed over to the oven, to blow out the couple of remaining lit candles, when suddenly, a dark form seemed to materialize out of the shadows! The dark form came closer, coming out from behind the side of the now open oven, to stand in front of Revan. Revan's mouth dropped open when he saw who this dark form was.....it was...well..HIM! The dark form's face was the spitting image of Revan! Fear crept through his body, but he wouldn't let it paralyze him. He darted for his storage closet, hoping to escape through the secret door within and when he reached it, he slammed the door shut behind him. He immediately leaped up onto the large shelves, which contained all the supplies a baker could ever need. His hand fumbled around, trying to find the lever that was designed to look like a wooden spoon handle, but instead knocked over a bag of flour, which covered the lip of the shelf and the front of his apron. He tried to pull himself up again, but his fingers kept sliding on the soft flour. He looked back to see his twin standing behind him, with a wicked looking scythe in his hand...Revan hadn't even heard the door open. Like lightning, Revan's life poured from him, as the scythe gutted him like a pig. His entrails spilled out, like some sick sausage stew, coating the floor in a pool of blood and guts.
The doppelganger picked up Revan's limp corpse, walked back into kitchen and threw the body into the large oven, which immediately started to melt the skin on its face, arms and hands...sizzling like bacon.
The doppelganger closed the oven door and began cleaning up the bloody mess. His mind reeled at what was to come; Now was time for his revenge...revenge on those that thought it wise to torture, murder and defile his race for their own personal gain. He was the new Revan now and it was time to play a game.
To be continued...
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