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A 45 in hand, the five foot five cloaked and hooded figure stepped from the shadows to point the gun at the boy across the street. He looked to be no more than seventeen, but one couldnt tell the age of the figure with the gun as the person pulled the trigger.
The boy didnt seem to be phased as he ducked the bullet and charged the figure, but it vanished as if it had never been there. The boy continued to charge the wall the figure had stood in front of and vanished as he hit the wall.
 Twisted Intentions · Fri Jan 18, 2008 @ 12:31am · 0 Comments |
