The Color Red

The Color Red

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Coldness every where....All I remember is running. My parents got murdered in front of me. I was alone. Things with impossible speeds...weird eyes...and most importantly....they were coming after me. In my world everything was perfect. Never knowing that horrible creatures existed. Always having my parents attention and affection. You see, I was an only child. I had impressive blonde wavy hair, a tan only others would kill for, and unnaturally light blue eyes. The people that took me in well... they knew my secret. The thing that was after me was not an ordinary human. It was far from it. The time had come. And I well... i was the only one who could stop it. The last one.
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