Fuck. (Kits POV)

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Kit ran through the back alleys of the city at a speed that could've made him look like he was flying, the two smells that he feared where becoming stronger, now, as he drew closer, he recognised other scents, demons. He sped up if that was possible so he was flat out sprinting, his limbs ached with exertion but now he knew he couldn't stop.

He reached the alleyway where the terrifying smell was coming from and saw a horrid sight. A demon was laying dead on the floor, her throat slit, and Michael was already dead. he had an arrow through his chest. His eyes fell on Sam who lay on the brink of death, looking in horror at someone in a deep red cloak, their hood was up. He knew at once who this must be.

war. The arrow explained that. He saw the demon lift its foot and bring it down on Sam's head, Kit ran at the demon, he didn't know what he was going to do, but he had to do something. War looked at him, and dodged before giving a small chuckle and walking deeper into the abyss that was the rest of the alleys'. he wasnt quite sure what to do, help Sam, avenge his death? He settled on avenging his death. There was no point hoping. He was dead.

Kit ran after the demon, not caring if he himself died, the musty street blew by him as he ran, now consumed by rage, he turned out into another alley and found something that made him scream out in terror. Famine.

SORRY THIS CHAPTERS SHORT :(

THANKYOU FOR READING THIS CHAPTER :DDDDD

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