Zero
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"You don't deserve to live.. demon." His eyes coursing with bloodlust. "I've tried killing you many times.." He said looking down toward my body.
"I'm.. I'm not a demon.." I said with the biggest I could with my voice. "P-Prove it."
He let out this wide smile, and forced me up and got out his lighter. A flick of fire went out, and I got cold quite quickly.
I was twitching, and breathing hard for dear life. Pain shot up through my feet to my head. I screamed, a little voice in my head begging for me to kill. A red glow filled the area.
What was it? The two ovals of red light shined. Were... Were my eyes doing this? No it isn't possible. Another bolt of pain while I yelled, trying to get my head away from the flare.
Kill... kill... no, what am I thinking. But.. I have to. Because... I need to. I need to kill.. whatever I can.
I looked up to the man and when I was about to lunge at him, but then he put the flare out and I felt something tie my arms around my back.
"Not so fast...."
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