Satan's Little Helper

Satan's Little Helper

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the human brain is truly the scariest thing of all. It can make things appear and disappear. They can make somebody and it can break somebody. It's the reason for argument's, war, and even death. it's the main cause for suicide and murder. It's an organ that can be infected, and for ten year old Amelia Valrosine it is. in fact her brain is so messed up that her mother sent her far, far, far away. to a hospital called Freedom Asylum, ironic isn't it? seeing as the freedom isn't used properly. Although I suppose Freedom isn't real or at least not without a price. Amelia doesn't know the price but she wants to, actually I suppose once isn't the word most use, Amelia wouldn't, no she needs it, and as whatever is up there as her Witness she's going to get her freedom even if it means selling her soul to the devil. is she ready for the devil? Better question, it's the devil ready for Amelia Valrosine? " 'All that blood looks good on you. Really brings out you eyes.' said Lucifer. 'Really? But it's all sticky!' Amelia squealed in dismay pouting a bit." Valrosine= Val- Rose- In
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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