In a soapy mood?
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Thread Topic: In a soapy mood?
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I look at the benches for a second and see a really pretty girl but i look back at the target. I hold the knife just behind the side of my head and i release. I run to the target, and see that it's about an inch off.
"I would say you've done the best in years for the first time at this length." He says squatting down next to me. -
A smile smile plays across my lips when he almost hits the target dead center. It's impressive, but if I ever tried something like that is probably hurt myself.
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(IDEA! How about there's a sick lady in the benches and she attacks you?)
Mr. Wood pulls out the knife and puts it in my bag. I pull out my lucky knife that i only use about once a week. I hold the knife in position and through it. I hits the center and i hear the crowd cheer. -
(And he saves you with his awesome knife skills.)
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Yeah!!)
I clap along with the others watching and don't notice a strange lady creeping up behind me until she moans. I whip around. "Um...are you okay?" I ask. She doesn't answer, but grabs my shoulder. I try to free myself but she won't let go. She starts to squeeze my shoulder and I scream. -
I see the same girl only shes in trouble. I run to the benches throwing two knifes,one hits her(the crazy lady) arm and the other one hits her chest. I pull the girl away from the lady. "Are you all right?" I ask breathing heavily.
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I'm breathing heavily, my heart is racing a mile a minute. Just when it seems like I'll be alright, I burst into tears, clinging to the boy.
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"It's all right..." I say. I look across the street and see an angry mob of sick people pounding on the door of the rehabilitation facility. "Mr. Wood get the other people out of here." I say pointing to facility. "I need to get my knifes don't look back. I'll be right back." I say already running to my bag.
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I wipe my eyes and press myself against the wall, waiting for him to come back.
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I come back to the benches. "Do you know how to throw?" I ask handing her a knife.
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Sniffing, I nod. I did when I was younger, so I can probably remember...I raise the weapon up, ready to throw it.
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"So what's your name?" I ask cleaning my lucky knife.
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"Wendy." I say, still a little scared.
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"That's nice name. We should get going....those people don-we should just get going." I say looking at the place.
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