Storm's Fury

Storm's Fury

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"My little miracle. My perfect weapon." He kept whispering that as he sized up my body, undressing me with his eyes. I suppressed a shudder; smirking inwardly, I may be a perfect weapon; but sometimes, weapons malfunction.
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  • miracle [N. SEBASTIAN]

Oh, You have both have no idea, and do not realize, who, you are messing with. He said, this as he held a hand over eye, and covered it. He chuckled and laughed evil, as he stared at both of us and even smiled more and kept laughing. I stood and watched behind my brother who shielded me from the sight. As I had a hand on his back and shoulder. He was smiling at us evil and and even widening his mouth and turned and titled his head. Run. My brother said, "Nathalie." But I was too scared and horrified to even move, my brother still held the weapon in his hand that he had used, it was bloody. I was too traumatized. Run. My brother repeated Oh, you can run, and you can hide, but it will do you no good."

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