BLU Rings (this is not completed yet)

BLU Rings (this is not completed yet)

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Hey, I'm Logan. Just your normal, everyday sixth grader, going to your normal, everyday school. Well, at least I was until my twelfth birthday- when I was taken to BLU... My name's Faith, and I advise you now: If you were born on May fourth, have a beautiful but unnatural teal eye color, or feel like your special in a very weird way, please, take your time, and finally STOP reading this NOW. Ashley, here. I'm one of those blue eyed May fourth-born freaks Faith was talking about. My life is nothing close to your normal. On my standards, normal is trekking for 100 miles, melting into trees, and escaping Code Black. Yeah, not so normal.
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Wolf Eyes

It was his eyes. His eyes held me captive. They contained every emotion that I could ever think of and more. They reflected myself back onto me. My pain, my fear, my sadness. There was even a sliver of the happiness that I used to feel a long time ago. His eyes made me remember everything that had happened in my life up to this point. They also made me forget. They made me forget almost all of the things that were being reflected back at me as well, like my sadness, my fear, and my pain. They made me forget what it was like to feel hurt, to feel rejected, to feel forgotten. He kneeled down in front of me, bringing his beautiful eyes closer, so that I could see the starburst of lighter flecks decorating the iris. "Are you alright?" He asked with a voice as soft as the rain. As soft as the concern he had for a pitiful girl curled up behind the school dumpster in the rain. I couldn't speak. I was too focused on his eyes through my tear-filled gaze. "Did someone do this to you?" His voice had an edge of hardness to it now, like a diamond with a sharp edge. I could only nod. He fell silent for a few seconds, letting the swelling rain be the only sound between us, before he reached out slowly and scooped me into his arms and lifted me up easily. "Don't be afraid, okay? I just have to get you somewhere warm and dry, and I have a feeling you don't want to go back into the school." He said, starting to walk. "You're safe with me." Cover credit to @DeathStar34

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