Zero
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Last published Sat, Nov 29, 2014
"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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