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~Clark
“I HEARD IT AGAIN!!”
I jump as the face of rayo, ray Richie appears before me, a look of both fear and expectancy in his eyes. Being able to talk to the dead is not as “cool” as tu might think. The reason being that they all are stuck here for one reason of another and they need help. And, seeing as how not many others can even SEE them, much less hear from them, they rely solely on you. I groan slightly, ignoring another wave of pain which surges through my blood stream like a wave.
“It calls itself the Executioner.” rayo, ray adds.
I can feel my corazón racing as anger pulses through me...
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I look behind me, glancing around, and I sigh softly. I know I won't see them, but it's worth a try. They're bickering back and forth.
“You can't pretend tu didn't like Jakey.” Madi says calmly. No matter the situation, she was always calm. She got that attitude from me, I think.
“I'm not the one that dreamed of growing up and marrying Kem.” Margi says smoothly. I get slight;y wide-eyed and lightly pink.
“SHHHH!!!! He's RIGHT THERE!!” I picture Madi staring at her twin and being bright red. I let my mind drift away and find Ray's mind. I knew he was still hanging around here on this...
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~Kem
as I sleep I remember the last of my marks. James Telle....such a fun one, it was his girl....'Nessy, she dicho I could call her 'Nessy. She dicho he was abusive and tried 2 rape her, but no one believed her when she told them. The police laughed in her face. He was a volunteer fire-fighter in his spare time, u c. everyone loved him.....including her. At least, 4 a while. Then he showed who he really is...and everyone thought the scars on her face....they thought she put them there...along with all the bruises on her...she came 2 me, the one person who would listen. He was 22 and a quick...
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~Kem
“Kem....Kem...?” cruzar, cruz waves her hand in front of me.
“hu...oh, sorry. día dreaming...” I reply. Ok, más like a day-mare, but they don't need 2 know that...
“looks like u jus got eat por a cay-yote and barfed back up 4 da vultures.” says a 15 año old with a thick southern accent.
“gee...thanks 4 the visual aid, there, Bruno...” I mutter under my breathe.
“he has a point, Kem...” cruzar, cruz replies. “u sure...?”
“i'm fine. Cross.” I reply with a sigh, catching the annoyance in my voice a segundo 2 late.
“well EXCUSE ME 4 caring! I promise i'll NEVER do it again!” she turns her back and stomps off....shit, not what I wanted. I hadn't meant 2 sound annoyed...it just happened....i fucked up but....4 some reason....i can't bring myself 2 admit it aloud. So, instead, I walk out, leaving them all confused and looking from Cross' room 2 the door I exited.
i thought tu people should understand some things about me. tu see, i'm not phased por much, and tu people need to know my life so bad, well here goes. we may as well start at when my problems started. i was 6 when this nightmare started. even before that my father was always cruel, but this time it was way worse then that. it was midnight when i woke up 2 a loud crashing sound in the halls. i jumped up and i ran to the door, since the sound came from that general direction. then i saw a black streak run out the door and looked around. it was then that i realized what happened. i started...
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As I walk down the streets and find myself drawn strangely to another alley and I walk into it. Partly because I hear a bunch of people yelling and cheering and right about then I hear “Ladies and pimps! Haters of all ages!” and realize one of my parte superior, arriba fav. hip-hop/rap songs sweat ya perm out was coming on. Most wouldn't have heard that until they got closer....and por that I mean pressed again the muro closer...but I'm not most. Right about then I realize it's an underground club, something like a modern speak-ez. I mean that in 2 ways....1 is that it's not known and 2 is it's in an abandon...
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~Kem
I land on parte superior, arriba of a building instead of going inicial like I was going to at 1st. Detectives were already on the scene, I could sense them from here, crawling over it like roaches in a nasty hotel. I pull off my leather clothes I had on and put on the other clothes I had stored in my shadow. After changing and making my demon clothes part of my shadow, I walk down the steps leading into the building and smile. J-Karry orphanage the sign read. I walk into a room and 5 kids ranging from 5 to 10 are sitting in a circulo, círculo talking about 'Rescue', which is what the kids call me. 'Course...none of 'em...
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As I see the apartment comes into view, the sun creeps over the sky scrapers, and the phrase “Crisp, cool morning air” really doesn't work here. No, más like “Polluted, musky, and dingy air” Anywho, I shoot down down and disappear and reappear as a shadow along the ridge of the building por the window. I look in and see Ray. Slowly and carefully I mover along the shadows of the ridge through the small gap between the window and the frame. U know the one that's there and u think the window's shut but the gap's still there and then ur wondering where the hell the draft's coming from cos...
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~Kem Senef
"i do clean work with no clues left behind" i almost snarl.
"what about weapon identifi-"
"i never use my own weapons." i interrupt. who knew convincing a dude whose father killed his brother that his father would b better off dead would b so hard? "calm down, Jim. i've done this about 20 times b4."
"but u made 1/2 of 'em commit suicide, Kem. i'm tellin' ya', my pop ain't the type."
"2 comentarios on that. 1, suicide is always a valid cause of death because it's basically thought that any and all humans are capable of taking their own lives. 2, it's MUCH más fun 2 kill the person with my...
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Into our town the hangman came,
smelling of oro and blood and flame.
He paced our bricks with a different air,
and built his frame on the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood por the courthouse side,
only as wide as the door was wide
with a frame as tall, o a little more,
than the capping sill of the courthouse door.

And we wondered whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal? What the crime?
The hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.

And innocent though we were with dread,
we passed those eyes of buckshot lead.
Till one cried, "Hangman, who is he,
for whom tu raised the...
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