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I don't know why I wanted to.... Maybe its the thrill for adventure or I was just plain bored, but...... I liked it, the rush I got when I cut, the blade was smooth each detail fine and precise. The handle had a good grip and was made of Mahogany wood with a dark stain added to it. The blade was made of Obsidian and fillied to a point, this one was my favorite I got as a present from my father when I was 9, kind of late for a kid to get their first knife if you ask me but he wanted to wait till I was ready. I used it to seal the deal of every assignment and I loved the feeling I got when it cut completely clean see the thing about my blade is when it cut through, the blade cut the bloodcells in half clean and the smooth of the cutting made it easier to cut more.... Father says I am old enough to pick my assignment now I have only picked 2 so far but there's a new challenge and its perfect.
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# 1 in fab 5 # 9 in making love # 1 in parents dead # 34 in suspense # 50 in kiss I ran and ran over the dark streets of the late-night city of New York and hid myself in a trash barrel behind an alley. My eyes graze at the sky-blue birthday gown adorning my body which is now reduced to a rag. I look at my bloodied hands rising to my eyes and break down to a yowl recalling the harrowing event which displaced my life completely. It is my birthday today but unfortunately, it is the most woeful day of my life. I lost both my parents just a few hours back and killed the man who murdered them. I am already a bloody murderer just at the age of thirteen. The recollection of the sinful thought brought cold shivers down my body. A few hours later... Two men involved in a discussion pass down the alley. I quickly pulled myself down into the bin but regretfully one of them seemed to have already noticed me. "Hey Little Girl! Why are you hiding yourself here?" Gauging me his eyes roamed the sooty place with disdain. I assessed him carefully took the knife that I hid in my back pocket and pointed toward him "Just back off or I am going to kill you." I held myself up with a piercing gaze addressing him. He shook his head with a smile and raised his hands indicating himself to be harmless but immediately pushed his black coat aside revealing the revolver tucked in the waist of his pants. Oh God! I am struck I growled rather to myself.

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