Dancing with demons

Dancing with demons

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Who are you !!!! " In the sound of his screaming screaming and for his praise I felt revenge and anger flaring in my chest. He advanced slowly. I took the defense movement to take off very quickly ..! I turned my face with an imaginary speed to look at him with hatred ... he almost killed me with a sword ..!? I don't even have a tool or something that would benefit me in fighting ..! I ran, I had no way but the dark forest road ... I will not run this time .. I caught my necklace, which was so overwhelmed by a loud blue glow I put down my black bag and took out a sharp knife, wondering why I was carrying a knife Of course, a young girl alone at night, without any tool against the night boys or the harassers Stupidity ..! Tree branches strike my face with barbarism and force I think it is stupid to fight in a narrow area Especially since a girl with a thin and weak body, from any hitting him you find me hitting his tree, breaking my spine ..? I deviated to his logic almost empty of trees, so that entity was completely in front of me It was time for my revenge. The feeling of anger and nausea took over my feelings of fear and weakness ... in my new story..!
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"Who are you?" I demand. The boy in front of me replies, "That's not how this works, love." I freeze. That phrase. That voice. It can't be. I look up but he's just a cloaked silhouette. The rustling stops when boys surrounding us step from their hiding spots and light lanterns. Every single one of them masked and cloaked. Except the one in front of me. The lamps lit, and I see his face. "Whoa," slips from my lips as I stare at the boy in front of me. His eyes widen and his jaw almost, just almost, drops. With his guard down for that one instant I lose all fear and gain control. "You!" I yell suddenly overflowing with anger. My stomach heats with rage. I fight to stand, stronger this time with anger as fuel. He backs up, his breath increasing. Obviously, uneasy, I take it as a win and almost stand all the way. "You. What are you doing here? How did you find this place!" He switched to angry. "You! You're the reason! They put me back because of you! It was all cause of you! It was your fault! All of it!" I'm so angry I yell only what I can. My thoughts flying through my head I can only yell unexplained nonsense. I've never felt anger like this before. The red glow lightly pours off my own skin and I take notice to it. I compare it to the glow coming off of him. Suddenly, it's an instinct to allow the anger to explode and in doing so the red glow is taken from his chest as I absorb it all and throw it out in all directions. I yank down away from the boy holding me just as the red glow gets sucked from him, absorbed into my hands, and then thrown out in a sphere of red glow. All boys stumbling but not by much and the one holding me gets knocked back, I'm free. "You die now, Peter Pan!"

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