Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
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[PREVIOUSLY]
Hi, my name is Cyd, short for Cydnee, and one hari while I was grocery shopping, a former member of the Death Clan of the Fallen threw a pisau at my head. I ducked behind my cart, and ran out of the store once I saw the pisau fly into a bunch of egg cartons. I went home, told my friend Tabra about it, and he came rushing over. He helped me get out of the aftershock feeling, and when we were eating chicken sandwhiches, mine was coated in poison. We then went to his apartment, knowing that if one little sandwhich was poisoned, that the rest of the house might be rigged with traps ready to spring and pronounce my death. We went to his hotel room, and we discussed how we are gonna get the Death Clan of the Fallen off of my back. I figured out that Tabra is an ex-member of the Death Clan of the Fallen, and he helped me stop them from harming me. We killed them before they killed me, even there leader Haus. But, when Tabra was stabbed with a sword sejak Haus, I took him to the hospital after shooting Haus in the face a few times. On the TV screen in the waiting room was the news, and they were interviewing Haus. Haus is alive, and if he's a live, I don't know how much longer I will be alive....
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[INTRO]
The news was on, and I listened as they talked about the Wal-Mart we just fled.
"Thanks Tammie, it seems that a young girl and her boyfriend have went into this Wal-Mart and murdered innocent people. We have lebih from this survivor Haus Triggsom. Haus?"
"Thanks Jim, yea I was attacked and shot at several times. I was pretty sure I was a gonner, but here I am."
"How is he alive?" I asked myself.
"That's a good question." A girl to my right berkata and went back to her magazine.
I went back to the TV
"Do anda know who did this to you?" Jim asked.
"Yes, her name is Cydnee, and her boyfriend Tabra have killed my friends, and almost killed me." Haus seemed proud he was alive.
"Do anda have pictures atau something since anda don't know there last name?" Jim asked.
"The security cams down in the basement should have soemthing." Haus explained and I almost fell to the floor.
"Thanks, Haus. We hope anda recover from your wounds. Now back to anda Tammie."
"Thanks Jim..."
I tuned out and sat down, thinking about what I just went through to save my own ass...to figure out Haus is still alive!?
This was never going to end was it?
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[ONE]
"Do anda know him?" The girl to my right asked me.
"Yea...I do," I sat down and looked at her. "He's evil."
The girl smiled. "Everyone has some pit of evil in them. Those Cydnee and Tabra kids, to shoot a man like that, that's evil."
"What if it was for protection?" I asked.
"Still evil. To api, kebakaran a gun at someone, no matter how bad it came, is still a crime."
"Says who?" I was getting worried.
"Well...anyone, really. Do anda know what he did?"
"Sent an assassain after Cydnee and tried to torture her."
"Oh my..." She was silent. "I can see why anda need to api, kebakaran a gun at him, but how did she get all the way to the abandoned Wal-Mart?"
Crap! If I tell her too much, she'll figure out I'm Cydnee. Hmm...."Good question," I laughed and looked back at the TV and couldn't get Haus's face out of my mind.
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
___________________________
[PREVIOUSLY]
Hi, my name is Cyd, short for Cydnee, and one hari while I was grocery shopping, a former member of the Death Clan of the Fallen threw a pisau at my head. I ducked behind my cart, and ran out of the store once I saw the pisau fly into a bunch of egg cartons. I went home, told my friend Tabra about it, and he came rushing over. He helped me get out of the aftershock feeling, and when we were eating chicken sandwhiches, mine was coated in poison. We then went to his apartment, knowing that if one little sandwhich was poisoned, that the rest of the house might be rigged with traps ready to spring and pronounce my death. We went to his hotel room, and we discussed how we are gonna get the Death Clan of the Fallen off of my back. I figured out that Tabra is an ex-member of the Death Clan of the Fallen, and he helped me stop them from harming me. We killed them before they killed me, even there leader Haus. But, when Tabra was stabbed with a sword sejak Haus, I took him to the hospital after shooting Haus in the face a few times. On the TV screen in the waiting room was the news, and they were interviewing Haus. Haus is alive, and if he's a live, I don't know how much longer I will be alive....
__________________________
[INTRO]
The news was on, and I listened as they talked about the Wal-Mart we just fled.
"Thanks Tammie, it seems that a young girl and her boyfriend have went into this Wal-Mart and murdered innocent people. We have lebih from this survivor Haus Triggsom. Haus?"
"Thanks Jim, yea I was attacked and shot at several times. I was pretty sure I was a gonner, but here I am."
"How is he alive?" I asked myself.
"That's a good question." A girl to my right berkata and went back to her magazine.
I went back to the TV
"Do anda know who did this to you?" Jim asked.
"Yes, her name is Cydnee, and her boyfriend Tabra have killed my friends, and almost killed me." Haus seemed proud he was alive.
"Do anda have pictures atau something since anda don't know there last name?" Jim asked.
"The security cams down in the basement should have soemthing." Haus explained and I almost fell to the floor.
"Thanks, Haus. We hope anda recover from your wounds. Now back to anda Tammie."
"Thanks Jim..."
I tuned out and sat down, thinking about what I just went through to save my own ass...to figure out Haus is still alive!?
This was never going to end was it?
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[ONE]
"Do anda know him?" The girl to my right asked me.
"Yea...I do," I sat down and looked at her. "He's evil."
The girl smiled. "Everyone has some pit of evil in them. Those Cydnee and Tabra kids, to shoot a man like that, that's evil."
"What if it was for protection?" I asked.
"Still evil. To api, kebakaran a gun at someone, no matter how bad it came, is still a crime."
"Says who?" I was getting worried.
"Well...anyone, really. Do anda know what he did?"
"Sent an assassain after Cydnee and tried to torture her."
"Oh my..." She was silent. "I can see why anda need to api, kebakaran a gun at him, but how did she get all the way to the abandoned Wal-Mart?"
Crap! If I tell her too much, she'll figure out I'm Cydnee. Hmm...."Good question," I laughed and looked back at the TV and couldn't get Haus's face out of my mind.
im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell