Now that Trey is done flapping his gums, how about I tell you a real story. I found out I was a witch at four years old. I told my parents I wanted a barbie house, but the said so and yelled at me. I went upstairs to my room and slammed the door. Little did I know the damage I caused. The entire house collapsed with the fatal blow of the door, however, my room was left untouched. My parents lived through the wreckage, but instantly shunned me. They began to ask as though I meant to hurt them. They would yell at me, call me names. I was fine as long as they didnt touch me. But one day, my life came crashing down. I was fourteen at the time, I had just finished dinner and was getting ready for bed. My father walked in and back slapped me. I fell to the ground and held my hand to my face. My face felt as if it were on fire. I lost control of my body. I stood up and grabbed my fathers head and pulled it down to eye level.
"Phos," I whispered. My father burst into flames, his entire body engulfed by fire. It popped and crackled, shooting sparks every so often. Somehow the room was untouched by the flames. I sat there smiling, unable to move my body. I knew this wasnt right, I should be upset. But damn it felt good to kill. My mother walked in, she staired at me, mortified. Somehow she knew there was no way of saving him. Even though my fathers cries could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood, the room seemed to go scilent. I pushed my mom aside and ran downstairs. I opened the door and ran. And ran. And ran. I ran untill I could run no more. I ended up two cities north of my home, a small town called Jefferson. I met Trey and Kristen later that year and we got along very well, we all moved in together after that.
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Dark Side of the Moon
Random"YOU TRICKED ME, YOU HAVE NO SO-." Before the demon could say anything else, I shoved my knife into the throat of the demon. I twisted it, to make sure he wouldnt be talking soon. It choked on the blood for a second. It coughed, splattering blood on...
