The night was filled with loud, drunken laughter, the sound of shattering glass and the stench of alcohol. Another casual night at the bar on a Friday night. A boy, no older than 18, was hobbling though the darkness, desperate to get home. He had to lean on his crutches, since he was missing his left leg. Car crash 3 years ago. The rest of his body was battered and bruised because of a drunken brawl. Lightweight they had yelled at him. Freak. Maybe he could catch a ride home, he though , stopping by the side of the highway. He stuck his hand out on the road, hoping to attract oncoming cars. There was a rustle in the bushes. He ignored it, passing it off as a bird. A cat, perhaps. But then it came again. He tuned around with a sigh. When something pounced at him, dragging him into the dark bushes, where nobody could hear him scream.
/AN Hey guys!(or anybody who wants to read this) this is my first story, so go easy on me! This is the first part where somebody always dies, you know the story. Reviews appriciated!\
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Nothing Less
Fiksi PenggemarWhen there are reports of strange, perfect death around town, the Winchester brother can't resist checking it out. What secrets is this tiny town hiding?
