("Hey Atticus, how you holding up?") William asked. ("How do you think? I killed people yesterday, and one of them wasnt even born!") Atticus replied. ("Well, Christy is going to put on a show tonight. It might help you feel better.") William exclaimed. ("William, i killed people. There is nothing that is going to make me get over it. Even if they were with the ones who killed our parents, one of them was still an unborn child. i just, i need some time to think.") Atticus replied.("Okay, but just, promise me you wont let it drag you down more than it already has. And even if that kid wasnt even born, it would probably grow up to be a piece of shit. I mean, you saw the parents. Anyways, ill leave you to think now.") William exclaimed before walking off.
As William was walking, His cousin tapped on his shoulder. ("I heard that. You two killed people.") She exclaimed.("Yeah well, didnt have much of a choice. Thats why i dont seem to care at all.") William replied. ("Because you know you dont have a choice? Thats no reason to kill without remorse. They are still human. Your turning into a replica of your dad") She exclaimed. William got pissed and slammed her against the wall. ("If you hurt me, you will only prove me right") She exclaimed with a smug look on her face. ("This is why i hate you.") William exclaimed before walking off.
Later that night, the club was filled with people as Christy was about to put on a show. People start to swarm as she walked on stage. Christy's presence alone commanded attention. Her hair cascaded down her back, framing her striking features and intense, soulful eyes. As she stood before the microphone, a gentle smile played on her lips, and the crowd erupted in thunderous applause. On the stage along with Christy, was a piano. Christy's fingers danced across the keys, and the strings quivered with emotion, setting the stage for an unforgettable performance.
Christy's voice was a marvel, a powerful and yet delicate instrument that seemed to reach into the hearts of everyone in the room. As she sang, her voice carried a mesmerizing blend of vulnerability and strength. The lyrics were poetic, each word imbued with raw emotion, and the audience hung on every note. As the song's climax approached, Christy's voice soared to incredible heights. The audience was enraptured, caught in a wave of both sorrow and joy. Her performance was a transcendent experience, a fusion of music and emotion that left the crowd breathless. The final note lingered in the air, a pure, haunting sound that seemed to suspend time itself. The concert hall was awash with a profound stillness, and then, as the realization of what they had just witnessed settled in, the audience erupted into an ecstatic standing ovation.
Christy, humbled and moved by the thunderous applause, took a graceful bow. Her world-class performance was not just a song; it was an emotional journey that had left a lasting impact on everyone fortunate enough to be in that audience, an indelible memory of a singer at the peak of her artistry. However amongst the crowd, Atticus was nowhere to be found. William went looking for him and found him in the VIP section, drinking a shot of vodka. ("The hell are you doing? Your not old enough to drink!") William yelled
("Oh come on, i already drank a whole bottle so why should i stop now?") Atticus exclaimed, sounding drunk as hell. William takes away the shot of vodka and drains it down the toiled. ("Heeeeeeey! Give MEEE!") Atticus exclaimed, still sounding very drunk. "(Atticus tried to go get his drink but he fell on the floor. William picked him up, put him on the couch and gave him some water. "(Drink this") William exclaimed. ("Is it vodka?") Atticus asked. ("Will you drink it if it is?") William asked in return. ("Well obviously!!!!") Atticus yelled ("Well in that case then yes.") William responded. Atticus chugged the entire glass. ("There, do you need to throw up?") William asked. ("NAAAH! Im god!") Atticus responded. ("Your god? Dont you mean good?") William asked. ("Yeaaaah! That word!") Atticus exclaimed. ("Alright then go to sleep.") William exclaimed
("WHAAT!? Why? I fEeL FiNe!)" Atticus exclaimed, but he was so drunk that William barely understood him. ("I have no idea what the fuck you just said. Go to bed") William responded. ("FIIIIIIIIIINEEEEE!") Atticus exclaimed as he starts to fall asleep
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Boogeyman (reboot)
Actionits about a boy who became a gangster and was so good that he got the nickname boogeyman. this is a reboot of my first ever story
