Shade
I woke with Death gone and a knife sticking through me I grabbed the knife and tried to pull it out only to stop half way to scream "Fuck!". I lifted my self up, failing to ignore the pain that came with each bit of movement, I looked at my hands as I rose to one knee, they were soaked in a thick layer of dark red blood. Then, I did something stupid, I grabbed the knife again yanking it out of my shoulder screaming. I stared at the knife, covered in my blood then my BPD took control and I got pissed screaming fuck a million times as I punched the concrete floor until my knuckles were bleeding. "Fuck" I said, and those words somehow turned into laughter, as I ran my bloody hands through my hair mumbling "Im gonna fuckin kill em" over and over again. I stood up clenching my fist and putting pressure on the wound as I walked out onto the cold street, un-noticed.
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Not So Super
AcciónThis is a story about two vigilantes, the gritty, gun-totting Death and the careless, wall-running Shade. When, Death is kidnapped by the mysterious killer of his sister as he tried to attack him, Shade in a raid on the compound in which Death is be...
