Loving a Monster
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Last published Mon, Mar 22, 2021
"...then slayers plunged the stake through the heart of one his kids hidden from the slayers claws the oldest covered the youngest face so he wouldn't see the blood coming from his mothers chest..." a woman told her child
His face half covered with his blanket his mother leaving so he looked at her and he asked her "Mommy... Where did the Slayers come from?"
The mother was at the door she stared at her son and she smiled lightly she was beautiful not like any woman but her answer was "...we created them"
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A motor turned on a hand laid on a handle and turned it making it roar to life a smirk spread accross its face. Black motorcicle roared and purred with life and the foot let the stand raise up and sped of. In its eyes the joy of riding the wind hitting its face.
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