Leaning his head against the window frame he watched as the stranger moved closer.
He was too far away to make out his face, if it even was a him.
The large dark hood the stranger wore hid their gender.
The stranger stopped outside the house and moved round, inspecting, almost.
And then he locked moves into the house.
And as the figure turned, he saw their face.
A white mask covered his face.
He held his breath.
For how long he didn't know? Minutes?, Hours?, only a Second...?
And then the stranger turned away and walked into the house.
It was several hours before the white masked stranger came back out of the house.
The stranger had rolled their sleeves up and a white shirt could now be seen rolled up underneath as another layer.
The stranger's arms looked wet.
And he didn't understand why.
That was until the Stranger pulled the hood down and tied up their black long hair.
In the warm afternoon sun, he could see it now.
The stranger's arms were soaked in blood.
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DEMONS Of Drakewater
Teen FictionA Demon girl, a Monster Hunter, and a down-right nut-job, pair up together. ( The 2 of them are acquaintances, well, I guess you could give it a bit of a stretch. Friends? maybe? ). She needs their help, whether she likes it or not. She's more power...
