The Blessed

The Blessed

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Aug 30, 2019
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"Light sliced through the air and the impact of the sound was deafening. It reverberated in Levi's ears forcing his eyes shut as the gun recoiled. A thud on the tiled floors was heard and next came the silence. For the longest minute he stayed like that until he peeled his eyes open to find Saint staring back at him holding that same psychotic grin, which only got wider as she held a bullet between her teeth. Levi was in disbelief as she spat the bullet out in disgust on the motionless body. "Aaannd your turn!" She exclaimed gleefully, another bullet ripped through the air, the shock and pressure from the gun vibrating through Saint's body, a feeling that she took pleasure in."
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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