Under The Bridge

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^ I am SOOOO sorry for not updating in forever, but it's been so crazy these few months! I'm still working on the snap group but next chapter, I'm going to give some huge shouts! ^

When I looked to see what the crash was, it was the same hulking man from before. 
"Howdy there cowboy." He said in an obviously drunken sarcasm.  

"Why are you in my house?!" I exclaimed.

"Well, I was bored and reckoned that you was doing something fun with all that stuff you bought."  He said in his strange accent.

"Sorry, but you probably lost your talents and would only get in the way, besides, this is just a scouting mission to see what I'm dealing with." I said rather briskly. 

He removed his mask, and under all the intense gaze, impressive build, and hulking height, was an eighteen-year-old looking boy. 

"HA, the look on your face when you realized that I ain't  some old geezer!" He drunkenly laughed.

Suddenly, we hear a noise and right outside our massively protected circle, Lucy's mangled father is banging on the floor, screaming at us. I dump an industrial sized bag of salt on him, he doesn't even seem affected, he just gives us a look, flips us off, and walks back upstairs. 

"What the bloody hell was that?" I said after a minute of silence.

The guy cleared his throat, and said "That, partner, was a type three, through and through."


^ HAPPY HALLOWEEN! HAVE A FUN AND SAFE TIME! ^


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