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"Intuition of a Blue Violet"
Iza had always trusted her intuition. That voice that directed her where to go, and what to do.
And she knew from deep down that there was something weird going on in Grace Field House.
From the num...
An unknown figure dressed in a suit, with a cloak and a demon mask covering their identity stood in front of what was once known as Lambda. Now reduced to nothing more than scraps of metal.
They stared at the remains whilst humming, remembering the night of their escape.
They would be lying if they said they didn't enjoy the escape. It was thrilling, their blood was pumping at every bullet that barely grazed her.
Even as she held the gun, their body covered in blood, a small smile was present on their face. Mocking the demons as they opened fire.
Many children were not able to make it due to some being handicapped, perishing in the fire that their team had created.
But it was all over, that nightmare finally ended and now they were free to fight back against those who did those horrendous things to them.
Accomplishing many things with the help of Denzel and Peony, things that would be impossible to do in a span of a few weeks.
"How are you feeling, boss?" A girl with brown hair and pink streaks asked, holding a morning star in one hand, and a piece of meat on the other.
There were others behind her, all staring at their so-called boss with worry, as their back was facing them.
"I'm fine." They lied, hiding the fact that their head was pounding and throbbing in pain.
"Just be ready for tonight." They ordered, removing their mask to reveal their pale, ghostly white skin before turning to look at them with a sly smirk as all of them nodded in agreement.
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"How about we eat before we go? I can cook a quick meal." a boy with rounded glasses proposed, receiving a hum of approval by their leader.
"You sound more quiet than usual today..Morana."
"Are you sure you're ok?" A light cyan haired boy questioned.
Morana hummed, gulping down their water to prevent themselves from gagging.
They weren't in the bestest of condition, but they didn't care. They were going to fight one way or another.
They sighed, anxious yet excited for what's about to happen as they clutched their cyan colored necklace with their bandaged hand.
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Norman threw his bomb loaded suitcase on the demons, setting some on fire and creating a fiery wall between them as he ran as fast as he could towards the gate.
He ran towards the forest, crouching down to hide his presence while peering on them through the bushes, their frustrated screams filling the air.
"I CAN'T SMELL HIM THROUGH THE SMOKE!" one yelled.
