I stared at the diesel, noting his once-torn face and poor stitching. His ochre paint sizzled in the sunlight - I hadn't even noticed the sunlight.
The hole in his top caught my attention immediately. Clearly something had been there. A claw - maybe.
"What are you staring at?" He grunted, revealing fanged teeth and a sliced underlip, subtly placed upon his underbite.
"Calm it." Burnett softly replied. "He's not here to hurt you."
"How do I know that?" His left eye was unmoving. Was it glass?
"Because he has no idea who you are. He's knows who your fictional counterpart is, but not you."
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Lady Of The Island
FanfictionYou are Gray Marshall, a modern-day news reporter pursuing information on a cold case from 1998, during the development of a childhood favourite. What is this 'Monster'? Who are your allies? Who are your enemies? What is hunting you down at night as...
