Yet again we had another CreepyPasta meeting. This time it was to save a young life. Azaylias young life.
We had a vote on who we think should fight Jada. It came to a draw between Jules and Jeff. We had another vote to denominate one of the two out of the game... and again it was still a draw! So we decided to let them both fight together. Ben and Midnight wanted to fight together and moaned continuously* because they never got chosen. Storming upstairs together, peace hovered over the room.
''Right, Jules, don't you think we should get some weapons?" asked Jeff.
"Well" started Jules, "You have your knives that your always sharpening and I have my wings with the daggers hiding inside them so we should be alright" said Jules trying to force out a smile.
But just to be prepared, they both went shopping to get some more weapons. 6 golden guns, 2 swords and 2 shields. That should be everything.
Jules P.O. V
I am so worked up about tomorrow. I practice every minute of the day just so I do my best and Asia and Jeff don't loose their precious baby girl. I could imagine what Jeff feels like right now. This is a win or lose situation. He Must be so scared if he loses that battle and Azaylia is gone forever... I don't want to think this way though, bad luck. I want this to go well for both of us, but mostly for Jeff and Asia. Because it would crush them both to pieces if they lost the most precious living thing in their lives...
Jeffs p.o.v
Thoughts rushing through my mind. How can I defeat Jada? What if I lost Azaylia forever? Would Asia ever forgive me? I really don't know but I have to stay strong because if I don't focus anything can happen. *hands trembling* *spine-chilling*
*Flashforward*
Jada had won the battle. She grabbed my darling daughter out of my sweet girlfriends hand and disperated into thin air. I tried running after her but it was no use...she was gone...with Azaylia. FOREVER! *Flashforward over* Nothing is going to happen to my daughter. If anything does I would never forgive myself and Asia sure wont...
