A strange story

The chase

Stolas chased after the girl clicking a button on his armor readying his Wrist Blade as he manages to corner her in the corner of a rundown wall.

He was going to make her regret ever laying a single finger on anyone's kid

He smiled to himself when she was finally dead as he took out a hunting knife and put a cross on the center of her face and dips his fingers in one of the holes of her chest and takes them out before writing on the wall next to her where he had slumped her against it and he begins to write

"Doesn't feel to good when it's you does it?"

He takes her wallet and takes the money and stuff from in that could help him and then taking a step back from the scene he considered art  before turning around and walks away

A very slow walk.

Painfully slow.

He lets his drowsiness get the better of him as he takes shelter in a old abandoned barn to rest for a while..Christ how long had he been chasing her.

He sits against a wall and slowly drifts off into sleep and everything goes dark..

He doesn't dream.

He isn't supposed too.

He wasn't even built to feel emotions or empathy.

But he fell in love with Alor..

So if he could feel love,Anger, and happiness why not other feelings like sadness Or merciful? Was merciful even a feeling or was it an emotion? He wasn't sure humans and their feelings start to blend in with the other nowadays..

Better not think about it.

Better not focus on how you'll never be human.

Never.

Ever.

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Micheal was rather annoyed by Danny's constant flirty remarks and attempts to get him alone so he could flirt with him in private.

Annoyed was an understatement.

He wanted to break his spine in half.

Micheal was quickly out of his thoughts by the voice that signaled anger control testing.
"Micheal! Guess what I found out by the lake!!"

'Oh god not this again'
Michael thinks to himself as he doesn't turn to look at the smaller male

"Come on big guy! Guess!"

That comment was what made him turn as he clenched his fists together.

"Just follow me if you wanna know! He looks really cute~"
He? Who- What did Danny do now..
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Micheal could only think of the things Danny could have done as he follows close behind the small black hooded male as they walk up to the lake where the barriers are we see 1 survivor on the other side of it trying to check out the body that was on the sandy floor.
"Hey Dwight! Stop poking him with a stick!!"

He guessed they both found the body at the same time based off how they are speaking to each other like they've known each other for ages.

"But he's barley breathing and I can't put my body through the barrier!!"
He watches as the more smaller male sort of squeaked out a reply

"I brought Michael to help so stop it!"
Micheal rolled his eyes as he walks closer to inspect the body..he looks like a soldier of sorts. He thinks to himself as he reaches for his mask but was greeted with his hand being completely severed off with a blade as the body quickly turned to smoke and seeped into the sand and appearing behind him obviously panicked.
Micheal quickly took out his knife and tries swinging at the armored stranger but before he could turn around to strike.

He was gone.
(he's a runner he's a track star)

"The hell was that! What did he do to you" Danny snaps as he looks at Michaels hand on the ground and he picks it up.
It quickly gets snatched away by Micheal as he walks back to camp fucking pissed

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Stolas wasn't thinking, he was to alarmed to do it as he ran through the forest unaware he was being followed.

"Wait! Stop!!"
A small voice yelled out and Stolas haults to a stop and quickly turns around to look down at a black haired mortal.
If he had answer to his questions, he would deem useful.

"Where am I.?"

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