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May meets Jeff the Killer (Part 2)The Nightmare....
He just stood there. Standing in front of me. Standing so close, our faces almost touched. I took little steps backward to escape this monster but, he only got closer as I try to seprate myself. My god his breath smelled so terrible, like not brushing his teeth probably in, years! And those eyes, so pale, so lifless, so demonistic, so... I try once more again to back away from him. As he kept his soul reatching eyes locked on me. This time, as an attempt, I tried not to breathe, nor blink. But try to give a "Friendly Smile".
Giving a small grin with inocence in my eyes, which was mostly likely to be fear and terrible disgust, that man said to me snarwling, "AreN't I BeAutIFuL? DoN't YoU JusT LOvE HoW mY EyeS C-CaN sTarE inTo PeoPleS SoULs?" My mouth slightly opened, what was my reply going to be? What if I said YES? What if I said NO? Am I going to die right after this reply?? Again, he snarwled with
May meets Jeff the Killer (Part 1)2:35 a.m on a saturday morning.....
I was out on my nightly hunts, which is basicly my killings. My mind scanned with interesting thoughts when I secretly traded three-hundred dollars for a great working computer from a business man who owned a company for high quality, pricey technology. When I first activated my computer, I had lots of privlages. Use the internet, chat with stangers and scaring them off, drawing from a downloaded painting maker from the internet, and much many more from the computer most humans use in thier lives. I haven't used the internet in 7 years. So, it was great feeling as the keyboard click as every word you type. I enjoyed it very much.
A quick sent runs passed my nose. City smell. The fast food, smog from cars, and fresh nightly air from a distance. Nice... I never wanted to be known by humans or seen or mentioned, but I decided it wasn't a risk, I put my hood over my head, and looked "casual". the first th
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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