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The Black Blade

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Reads 160
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Parts 6
Time 18m

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A 16 year old boy, Barry Neo, finds a knife at a yard sale but its no ordinary knife when he first saw it he felt his whole body ache like he changed inside. Barry is a knife collector so he bought it for $13 the people selling it said not to touch it or something really bad happens, Barry ignored and when he got home he took the knife out and everything changed. His clothes went all black eyes changed deep red and a mask appeared on his face. He gets faster, smarter, more strength, better hearing and vision, and blends in perfectly. People think that Barrys a nice innocent teenager but hes a heartless killer. The bad thing is is that Barry loves the feeling of it.All Rights Reserved

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