Part 2

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Ryan

I was pacing around the restaurant Biaggis, waiting for Rylee. I stared at my watch: 8:50. She was 20 minutes late. I new I should have made her ride with me after she declined it at the park the previous night. I saw a white truck pull up, hoping it was her as she got out of the car in a ruby red dress, a black purse, heels, and her brown hair tied back in a bun.

"Rylee!" I yelled. She turned and said,"Ah,Ryan. Hello. Sorry in late, I uh had to finish chores." She said. "Right" I said.

"What would you 2 like tonight?" Asked the waiter who's name tag was 'Francis' "I'd like a double chocolate cherry lattè with a cherry on top" I said. Francis took time to write it on his pad. Rylee was staring at him. Well, actually through him. I stared at her and her gorgeous form turned ugly like it had a few times before. Her skin was green and rotting, her hair knotted and fangs dripping with blood.

I stood up, snatched my coat and ran as she turned back to her beautiful self.

Rylee

I looked at Francis, the evil one who had given most of us the curse. He grinned. "Well, if it isn't Rylee Martin. I remember you vaguely, the one who tried to fight me but lost. "I would be happy to be immortal if I were you Martin" "I'd rather die" I said to him. "Too bad" Francis tried to grab my arm but I dodged it. "You do realize, I am also immortal now. You had your chance to slaughter me, you failed. Hear that? You're a failure" I do realize I was talking back to a villain but he made me how I am. "You do realize you told me you would rather die? You see, my strategy is to make people suffer FOREVER instead of just get burned to shreds." Francis said.

Incase you were wondering, Francis and his click were the ones we were preparing to be at war with.

We now were jumping across tables, on the bar, through the kitchen and out the door. I slammed into Ryan, snatched his hand and dragged him behind a dumpster. Francis made a clang as he followed ontop of the dumpster. I pulled Ryan and took my chances. Actually it was his chances. We jumped off a cliff.

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