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"Where are we going?"
People,lots of people. Just like in Tokyo,busy busted crowdy streets. I would trip and crash anywhere,but this people care to much about business,property and time. I won't even recieve one helping hand,except for this furball besides me.
"To someone,in somewhere." He pouted,i smiled. Walking a bit more faster to stay away from this ugly humanity. Full of hatred,pain and tragedy.
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I entered an abandoned building,glass scattered everywhere,small puddles of melting snow. It was really cold,and we have only 20 hours before christmas.
"Is this suppose to be a hide out?" He exclaimed,pulling his scarf up to his nose,sneezing.
'Huh. Cute'
I shook the thought out. Walking down into a narrow hallway,it looks sinister enough to give the creeps. I turned around a corner,spotting a half opened door,Andrew cowered behind me.
"Horror,I'm up to it. But this— can i go out now?" He stammered.
"I'm suppose to be the one cowering right now." Considering im a girl,and i hate horror movies. I approached the door,slowly peking inside. I saw various things inside,a rocking chair,bottles of sugarless cock,various kinds of artifacts,old and new,statues,paintings,bombs..
Bomb?!
"Fuck,run!"
The boy stared at me wide eyed before leaping forward running as far away from the room.
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The room exploded just after we exited the building,we collided in the deep snow as we shelter ourselves from the falling debris of the small room. Out of the smoke,i saw someone,tall,skiny,with a satisfied smirk around his sick face,before i can stand he disappeared from the shadows.
Number 11,you clever little son of a —
"Are you ok?!" Andrew asked,giving a hand to pull me up. I took it gently,slowly gaining my balance.
"Who was that?" He saw him?
"You saw him too?"
"Yeah,he was standing there looking mad." Number 11 really is full of surprises,unfortunately i wouldn't fail to surprise him either.
"Forget him,he deserves a one way trip to the asylum." I dusted my thick pants and jacket,checking for any injuries and scratch. I didn't have one,but someone else does. Andrew's left arm was peirced with a big glass from the building remains,gosh.
"Cmon,big guy." I beckoned him,he stared at me.
"Let's tend your wounds,back home." He smiled,reaching out my hand as i carry him back to his home.
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Number 4. Target locked. Number 4. Target locked.
"Oh,Number 4. Glad you could make the show~"
