The Black Blade

The Black Blade

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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.
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I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T

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