Le Chapter 1

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The full moon shone in its luminous glory on 'tis the night of Hallow's Eve. The one day I can actually seem normal for the most part...pranking...spooking....whispering....lurking. The only thing : I hate doing it alone. I needed a partner in crime. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do .
Usually my street is fairly empty on Halloween , all the neighbours locked up inside. Only small groups of my prey, uh I mean trick or treaters come around once in a while. Probably because the streetlamps barely work and there isn't a Jack o' Lantern in sight. My neighbours suck.
I was sitting in the old oak tree beside my house when I heard the unmistakable sound : laughter. My new victims were here ! I peered through the leaves at them . About 3 : two boys and a girl , most likely in elementary school. Two skeletons and a ballerina...... LAME ! I had everything in place for my master prank , waiting for them to come closer.....closer...
Then , out of nowhere , this dark figure materialised in front of them . The Grimm Reaper.
The following sound was music to my ears : children's screams . The figure spoke , " Children , prepare for your doom ! You have been cursed by entering this street and now your time has come!" 
The children dropped their bags of candy , turned and ran , screaming and flailing. WIMPS !
The guy picked up the bags of candy and said to the cool night air ,"As easy as stealing candy from a baby !" He chuckled and threw off his cloak and scythe. He looked about my age , 16. Raven black hair that almost entirely covers his eyes , black T-shirt , jeans and Converse. He then put on red- framed glasses and started strolling down the street in my direction , whistling while swinging the bags. I jumped from my tree and struck a perfect landing fit for a gymnast , directly blocking his path. He stared at me with his chocolate brown eyes....
                                ..........then attacked.
It turns out that his scythe was real and sharpened. But I always have my Swiss army knife. We strugled for a while , ended up on the ground , rolled around for a while and getting a few slashes and cuts in the process. Finally , we ended up at each other's throats in deadlock : me on top of him with my knife on his throat and his scythe at my throat. We looked at each other again and came to a silent understanding . We both dropped out weapons and got to our feet. 


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