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with every step he took.. it was as if gusts of dark emotions would gently but roughly graze those around him.
if you ever made eye contact with him it'd be just as if you made contact with a blade cutting jaggedly through your skin, piercing eyes he had.
his presence made others step out of their way to make sure he could easily walk by.
but what was even scarier was that no one knew how it had all began. as soon as they met him they felt the presence of a dark aura surrounding him sending chills down their backs.
they all thought he was just antisocial... however, one thing they never understood for sure was.. why he had enjoyed pain?
countless fights broke out all the time with him. he was never satisfied until the other opponent made him shed blood.
as it trickled down his honey skin.. a laugh would escape his lips. a look with pure satisfaction that no one could understand. why? why does he love pain?
