My little fallen angle

My little fallen angle

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Xeno's P.O.V I hear a loud crash in the hall, I sigh and walk to the hall opening the door I see...... blood every where two people, one on the floor bleeding to death and the other on a phone talking to someone.“ Yea she's dead, huh funny she was a good fighter we could of used her to bad she killed the bosses family well that's what you get when you mess with big brother." She turned around smiling in the moonlight.. she was scary, blue hair in a razor hair style, razor sharp canine teeth, her eyes mixed with ice ice blue and red, her weapon was a staff which I've seen before it can change it to many things, she was wearing a black and white jacket, red skinny jeans, with black and white knee high convers, she was scary yet beautiful like a little angle but dark and a murder.“ I'll be back soon don't want anyone to see me here." The girl said and ran away quickly, I run after her. She suddenly stops.“ I see I have a follower, now that won't do." She turns around.
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