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Now, I am not Marvel. Okay? I don't own any heroes. This is my version of Hawkeye or at least it's how I wish the story went. In this story there will be characters that are made up by me so please don't point out "Hey...
Hey guys! Long time no see! Okay fine I know it's been like 2 days since my last update (not including the videos) and for the sixteenth time, I'm sorry.
I really wish I could write more everyday but sadly school is ruining my schedule. So I gather all the time I have and write as much as I can.
And just a warning, tomorrow I MIGHT write since I have Baseball. Just saying.
Oh and I found a picture of how I imagined 'BloodVein'
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Now for the story!
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BloodVein scouted the area to make sure nobody was watching then carefully made his way to Clinton and his father still being cautious.
"Sooo... what should I say? It's an honor to meet you?" BloodVein laughed. Sparks started flying from his armor. His blazing eyes grew bigger in delight. "Or should I just simply kill you while I have a chance?"
"Um how about the first one?" Clinton's father stood up but compared to BloodVein he looked like a chicken. But his father didn't care. He cracked his knuckles. "Or just simply leave while you have a chance!"
"Ahhh. Mr. Barton so nice to meet you again!" BloodVein smiled evilly. Suddenly, he held out his hand and out of nowhere a huge staff formed in his hands. "I've been creating a special weapon to kill particularly your kind! You like it?"
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Clinton's father just stared at BloodVein in shock. "Y-you completed I-it! HOW?"
That's when Clinton decided to join in. "Dad, what is he talking about? Meeting you again? Our kind?"
"Oh David." BloodVein put on a pouty face. His voice filled with sarcasm. "Why don't you tell your poor boy what happened?"
His Father's face turned the color of a cherry. BloodVein just laughed. "Let me get a good picture."
BloodVein raised his staff and pointed it at Clinton's father. Blue liquid came out of the top and soared through the air traveling towards him. The air turned into a blue mist and then cleared.
Finally Clinton raised his head to a shocking image.
