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Hmhm.. I've discarded my other writings, and have decided to start on one piece that has actually begun to keep me up past the hour of 2 a.m. working on it. It's all done by hand so far, and on college ruled papers.. So I guess having 5-6 pages after just 3-5 hours isn't bad, right? Or is my hand cramping up and my eye twitching on and off a bad sign...? Or.. am I just over thinking the whole thing... I don't rightly know for sure..

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A pair of black, worn out jeans, and a tight black t-shirt. A leather jacket atop it. Black and white low-top sneakers, and thick, heavily blackened sunglasses. A single aerring, clawed onto the right ear. Thick, yet easily flowing, and light, silvery gray hair. Blazing, bright red eyes, hidden behind the thickness of the black glasses. Only ever seen by the few who never live to talk about them.
His name is barely known by any, Only the few who he feels abliged to tell, before their death, have heard it. A single hand gun and a few strategically hidden blades of different sorts. A non-emotional face. A mouth, which utters not a single word to the living, not showing a single smile or grimace alike. The pounding of blood rushing faster and faster, fogging the ability to see the oncoming grip of death. Heart beating harder and harder, to prolong the sound of metal scraping metal, as the trigger is being pulled back. Unheard cries, and unseen tears. The trigger is pulled tight, and you lose the last thing you have left of your soul. The fear and desperation that had driven its way into your mind, body, soul. Now flowing through the thickened air, and into the lungs of the red-eyed devil. A devil of flame. A devil that's wanting. Waiting.. Hunting... Blood-thirtsy.... But is it truely as one sided as many have come to fear to be? Is there really such a relentlessly cruel creaure, roaming throughout the empty streets, killing without any word as to why? Is it as true as it seems? Or is there more to the tale than what is being said? Read on, and you'll soon find out.

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Haha. Sorry, but I want to see if you guys actually still find the boredom and time to come on these blogs anymore. So, I am going to wait for comments and encouragement before posting anything else pertaining the small tid-bit of story I have put up. So comment. Rate even if you feel to. If you want to finish that is.