DESCRIÇÃO PROVISÓRIA
Quando Stela, irmã de Giovani desaparece, ele tem como única esperança ir atrás dela para salvar não só a sua casa caindo aos pedaços, mas também o casamento dos pais e a fonte de alegria e esperança que tinham. Mas para onde ela poderia ter ido? Quem poderia tê-la pego?
Junto com seus dois melhores amigos Magda e Jean, os três saem viajando de carro em um destino incerto, saindo de seu estado, caindo de cabeça no perigo e deixando tudo para trás para dar de cara com acontecimentos que ninguém seria capaz de prever. Nem mesmo Stela.
O trio experimenta uma precoce prévia da vida adulta quando abandonam sua família em prol de uma amiga, e mesmo se perguntando se vale tanto a pena daquele jeito, continuam a sua procura incansável; com medo de não encontrá-la, com medo do carro quebrar ou perder gasolina, e até mesmo com medo de morrerem no caminho.
É hora de pensar; fazer suas apostas; passar noites sem dormir; dias sem comer, somente para conseguir responder: por que Stela desapareceria?
NÃO RECOMENDADO PARA MENORES DE DOZE ANOS!
UNFINISHED
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Y/N was released from the asylum 1 year ago, she was there since she was 13, she's now 20. It was hard at first to live in an ordinary lifestyle but she got used to it. But now that the most wanted serial killer "Issac Foster" breaks into her house, what will happen to the ordinary life she now had? Will Zack be a threat to her, a friend, or something more...
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"I have my reasons for keeping you alive... I had my reasons yesterday, today those reasons don't apply."
"Well listen up Mr. Red Eyes, this is my house so I don't need to answer any of your questions, and once again, please be careful holding your scythe so carelessly, you already broke a window."
I go to the cabinet and take out the only box of cereal left and a bowl. I'm running out of food, I'll have to go grocery shopping tomorrow. Now, all I need is some milk.
I face the refrigerator and take out the milk. As I walk around the kitchen preparing my cereal I can feel the boy's eyes following me around the room.
"I don't get you, you're so weird."
"Oh so I'm the weird one, your the one who broke into my house. Twice."
I pull the drawer open and take out a spoon. Shit. I dropped it. I bend down to grab it, the problem is that I forgot I'm wearing a robe. A short robe.
"Hey kitty, I'm seeing way more skin than I need to." My face begins to heat up. I turn my head to the side at the right angle so he won't see the blushing mess I am right now. Good thing I put on shorts.
"You shouldn't be worried about me seeing some skin, afterall, I'm not a pervert, I'm a serial killer. And for some reason you don't seem as concerned about that than you should."
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(This story takes place before Zack met Rachel)
*Characters aren't mine, credits to J.C.Staff/Makoto Sanada, hope you enjoy the story, once again credits to the original creators*