May I have my own soap?
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Thread Topic: May I have my own soap?
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okie
I tensed. I felt as if a murder was about to take place... Right... now... I had worked out all the time intervals in between murders before hand and figured out that each time the interval decreases by over 50%. I glanced suspiciously around, taking in my surroundings and noticed a small barely visible oddity. A man with an evil grin on his face, walking up to a group of girls. He matched David Bradley's description exactly. -
I looked up, and followed Hideki's eyes to what appeared to be David.
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I wasted no time. I made my way quickly through the crowd. As soon as I made it half way across the road I hit the home stretch. He had the knife... It was stained with old blood. I gritted my teeth as I got to the other side of the street. Something made me stop dead in my tracks. The man was looking... Right. At. Me.
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"I see you have alot of friends." I stared into Tet's eyes.
I brushed my index finger under Hideki's chin. "Amazingly tense." I said in a monotone voice.
Horrible mistake, David
"WILL YOU SHUT UP?" I growled through clenched teeth. -
Ignore my last post -_-
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I stared emotionlessly into the man's eyes, using this time to search him. Emotional pain... loss. Love unreturned... This is what fuels your destruction. I thought.
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shizz. ignore mine too. -_____-
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Tet stared at him, fear in her eyes. Micah kept whispering run, but you know what fear does to you.
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ugh.-.- I liked Ozzy's post
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okie. let us keepeth it then. :)
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"YOU DON'T HAVE TO FEAR ME" I said in a Rough, Low voice. I smiled again.
"I'm all over the news. I guess everyone love me. So why not you?" (He really doesn't know why everyone think him killing is such a huge deal) -
Behid my back, I dialed 911. My cellphone had a tracker so the police could arrive without me saying anything.
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*Everyone thinks him killing people
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"Oh sure....loveeee..."she said sarcastically, then shut up.
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I looked up at the sky and bit my thumb. To defeat him and escape... We just have to find his weakness. His weakness is his pain. His pain is his loss. So now we just have to bring up the subject...
"So..." I started quietly. "Why do you kill? Is it perhaps because of pain? Cause by loss? You lost some one close to you, didn't you Mr. Bradley? Somebody very dear to you... The only one who fully understood you?" I waited for a response, biting my thumb again.
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