Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24434606-20150516032358

I’m Sparua, Sparua Jincot Fox, I go to school, talk with my friends, and leave. What more is there? I want to be popular, but people think I’m crazy and planning some earth invasion of some kind, which I’ll explain later.



Anyway more about me. I have long brown curly hair, blue eyes, and a perfect hourglass figure, which to any guy, would mean I’m the perfect one to get in a relationship with, but with only one problem.

Wearing glasses and being smart takes all that “sexiness” away.

And it didn’t help that I couldn’t talk to my mom or dad about my problems as my parents were in California, being that they both have super amazing movie star jobs, they’re never home.



All the bullshit I get I take and turn into mistaken love.. Most of the time.

Except from the school angel, Caroline, she comes in later.



People have been questioning me over and over about my fondness of robotics and cyborgs, and when I child went missing at my school, people got suspicious.



“You like Cyborgs, what did you do to that girl!?”



“Oh look its the Mad cyborg building girl!”



What did I ever do to deserve this? I’ve even been questioned by the police before when someone cut themselves and blamed me for it.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“She grabbed me and was forcing me into a part of the school thats usually locked, I was able to get away before she implanted some machine parts in my arm!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Mind you it was a VERY deep cut, but either way, I still go to school and the teachers don’t think anything of me, and my friends enjoy my presence. so whats so bad?

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Well I want to be more like everyone else. I have a boyfriend who happens to be the most famous kid in school. So thats a plus! I also purposely fail some test to get some of the glares off me by my fellow classmates. It happens to work quite fine.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Though more and more children are going missing almost every month, but found again in piles of decaying waste, and steel parts likely a destroyed animatronic.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’ve moved to schools with my friends and the same thing keeps happening.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Now I’m at lunch with my friends just talking and gossiping.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey Sparua? you okay?” My friend Sam asks.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Huh? O-oh yes I’m 100% perfectly fine!” *SLAM*. I slam my head into the table showing how clearly NOT fine I am.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Ooh.. Ouch, girl your gonna give yourself a headache with that kind of slam.” says my other friend Rebecca.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I know but I honestly don’t care.” I managed to groan out.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey Rebecca and I are going to Alex’s party tonight. Your invited but do you actually want to go?” asks Sam.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Sure I guess..” I groan again.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">*SLAM!* I hit my head again. Hoping I have a reason to go to the nurses office or better yet, the hospital, for a concussion.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Stop!” Rebecca yells.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">After she finally gets my attention again, she starts talking.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Yep, you’ll need this time. You can grab a beer and sit with Alex and just lay back. You Know?”Rebecca was giving a puppy dog face.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Yeah yeah sure, I’ll be there.” I sigh clutching my forehead.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Good” Sam and Rebecca said.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">After school I go home to find a dress to wear for the party.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I then get a text from Alex.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey call me when your coming over!” Was the Message.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Yeah right.. I’ll call you.” I mumbled.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I did end up calling him.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey Spare! You comin’ over? I’m sitting here waiting for you!” Alex shouts over the noise in the background.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Yeah I’m running late.. Anything you want me to bring with me?”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Yeah I’ve been wanting to see the robot thing you’ve been making for a while!” Alex kinda whispered.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I froze, I didn’t even think he would even know that existed.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I guess I told him on what I was working on sometime in the past, when I was drunk.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Uh… um.. Sure! I c- can bring that over.” I had trouble saying these few words.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Great! Love ya babe!” Alex made a kiss sound, then hung up.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I sat down..

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“What.. the actual fuck.. did I just commit to do.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I ran down into my garage to find my machine sitting right i the corner. I turned it on by clapping, and it stood up. It was just about higher then me. It looked like an animal exoskeleton missing the suit.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Good evening Miss Sparua!” It said in its robotic voice.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Good your working.. Check your ear function please.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Its ears moved up and down.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Good.” I sigh.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Later I finally made it to the party at Alex’s house with my robotic creation.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey you made it!” Alex came running out to greet me.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Yeah I’m here.” I groaned.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Alex put his arm around me.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey don’t be so down.. If anyone brings this Mad Scientist shit up, I’m kicking them out. Ok?”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I shrugged.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Either way this robot looks cool!” Alex was scanning it over.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Robot? I’m not a robot, My name is Susan.” it spoke out.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey it says its Susan and its sounds like her too!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Alex then froze.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“How does it— Wasn’t she the first that went missing?” Alex questioned..

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I was able to find something Susan had given to me a while back, I took the DNA and converted it to data, and with some trouble, I managed to get her voice too.” I mumbled.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Alex hugged me.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“This is quite cool. I know you miss Susan, and its cool that your trying to bring her back.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Alex finally let go when someone had called him.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Let’s go inside.” Alex gestured me in.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The party was fine for the most part.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">There was all kinds of food, drinks, and things to do.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I saw Sam and Rebecca on the other side of the room talking with some guy. So I wasn’t going to mess with them right now. I stayed close to my robotic creation and by Alex.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Most people stared at it and other ask how long it took to make it.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Its taken a long time and its still not completed.” I said in a proud tone.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I got a huge “Woah!” from everyone which made me happy. I was actually impressing them, funny that no one other then me and my friends came from our school. So Alex must have more friends then I knew.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The machine started getting pushed a bit from the crowd and started to complain.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Ow! that hurts!” It shouted.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I froze. I had not given it a feeling censor. Nor the ability to realize it was even getting pushed around.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I managed to calm it down a drag it to the other side of the room. There were not that many people there, so it was perfect. I managed to keep it there and be able to go over to Alex again.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Then it happened.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">*SLAM!* “Hello Mad Scientist!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Woah! No! None of this Caroline! GET OUT!” Alex shouted.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I don’t think so.” Caroline pushed Alex backwards into the food table.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Everything crashed down and when people finally got the table off of Alex, he was knocked out.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Caroline sent two of her friends to grab me and hold me still as she walked over to my machine.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“RUN!” I shouted.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">*SLAP* “Shut up.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Caroline’s friends weren’t going to let me save it, no matter how much I struggled.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Why are you doing this!? Stay away from that!” I yelled.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hmm.. So this is that thing I occasionally saw from your garage window..” Caroline had that impressed evil look.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Why do you not want me to.. Lets say.. Reverse Engineer it?” She teased.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“It’s not complete yet! I worked so hard to make it! Why are you doing this!?” I yelled back, struggling even more.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Because, I wanted Alex all to myself, and then you came along and took him away from me.” She said walking over to me.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">So that was it, she was jealous of me and wanted me to regret even existing.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Caroline and Alex used to be a couple when I first came to this school. But after a while, Alex started coming over to me which left Caroline in the dust.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“So.. How about this. Either, you let me Reverse Engineer your little, toy robot, or give Alex back to me.” She said putting her finger under my chin.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Please just leave my machine alone! You can have him just please!” I begged.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Bitch, how could you be so selfish? You’d rather have your machine be in top condition then keep MY Ex-boyfriend.” Caroline taunted walking back over to my machine.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Go ahead and keep Alex, I don’t want him back, but what I do want is to see you squeal.” She said reaching for the machine’s chest area.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“RUN—!” I tried to screen at it, but was stopped by Caroline’s friends again.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Caroline grabbed the machine by the chest area and started pulling out the parts.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The machine started screaming like it was in actually pain.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!!” It was shouting.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“NO!” I screamed through one of my holder’s hand.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Caroline kept ripping it apart piece by piece. Eventually she pulled the artificial heart I had made for the machine.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">She dropped it on the floor where it shattered to pieces.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">By now the machine wasn’t screaming anymore but now a gurgling noise and static. It fell to its knees, then to the floor.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Caroline’s friends threw me on top of the machine and kicked me.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“No more for now.” Caroline called out.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Then the machine sparked, and caught the carpet on fire.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Caroline screamed and ran out with her friends, leaving me to burn.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I tried to get up, and saw that Alex was still on the floor.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Bastards” I said through gritted teeth.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I pulled Alex out of the burring house.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Then something made me run back inside. I tried to pul my machine out, but the head part broke off with the ear system and flashlight eyes systems still intact.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I ran back out with it in hand as the Fire Department, and Police came.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">When I told the police about what happened he said “Thanks” and the next thing I saw was Caroline and her friends being pushed into a cop car.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Fucking Whore” I mumbled.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I went home and went straight to bed.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">When I woke up it was my iPhone ringing.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“H-hello?” I said.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hi Babe..” It was Alex.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey. Are you okay?”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Yeah I’m fine, when I heard you pulled me out of the fire, I was extremely happy.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Well no one else did it first.” I joked.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Heh heh. Well, what happened to your machine? Did.. It not.. Make it out?” I could tell he was concerned.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“No.. It didn’t.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">*Pause*

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“It wasn’t going to make it out anyway, Caroline destroyed it which made it spark, causing the fire.” I ranted.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Woah woah. Sorry.. I’m sorry it didn’t make it.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I couldn’t stay mad at him. He WAS unconscious.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Thank you. Talk to you later?” I groaned.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Sure.” *Click*

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">He hung up.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I got up, Washed my face and looked in the mirror. My face was more pinkish then I remember it being.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">My hair was slightly burned off, so I had more of a bowl shaped hair style.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I looked like one of those girls you see in a horror movie.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Just seconds away from being a zombie girl or something.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Fucking Sam and Rebecca..” I thought.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Then I had noticed the head piece from my machine sitting on the side of the sink.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I picked it up, and looked at it.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“If I had never agreed to go to that stupid party then this would all never have happened.” I shouted.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“ITS ALL THEIR FUALT!” I screamed throwing my iPhone at the wall.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">*SMASH*

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The phone screen was destroyed.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I decided to get to work on my new machine, I had the head and it was not that hard to rebuild.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The phone rang again and I managed to answer it.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey Girl. Its Rebecca, I know your probably not in the mood but can we talk? Just for a little bit?”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“No”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Come on, please? Sam and I are really sorry for dragging you into-“

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I SAID NO!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I hung up.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I was so mad that I didn’t know what to do anymore, I just wanted to not be criticized anymore, but I knew none of that was going to ever happen, which made me feel even more enraged.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The only way I could be rid of this was to commit suicide, and I was more then wiling to comply to that.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Why? Why am I willing to kill myself over such stupid actions.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Little voices in my head keep telling me. Who are these little voices? I recognize them, but I still don’t know who they are.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I grabbed the top of my machine, lifted it above my head and pulled straight down.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">*SQUISH* *CRACK* *THUMP*

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I woke up on the floor, blood everywhere, and I had a bad headache. I felt my forehead and found the blood, I trailed it up to the top of my head, and there on my head was the ears from my machine..

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I tried to pull on them but it hurt. Not like you’d think it would, more of a this is part of you, and you can’t rip it off hurt.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I ran to the mirror to see what I looked like, and I saw that the two ears looked perfect on me.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I looked like a girl with those headband ears on, just really poorly made ones but still, not like some alien or non human thing.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">So I ran back down stairs to look for something I could sew into ears. After I found some cloth, I got to work. I had made two brown fox like ears covering for my new set.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I slid them on and they fit perfectly. Then I saw them moving, on their own. Then I knew They weren’t moving on their own, nor were they just decoration now.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">My hearing has improved and I can move them on free will. Then my eyes started glowing. As they were, my eyes went from Blue to Yellow with the light, I realized I didn’t need my glasses anymore either.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“The flashlight function made it into me too!” I shrieked.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I was so excited that I ran back downstairs into my garage and into the hidden room in there.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">There was everything I had to hide in here. Not even my parents knew, sense they were never here.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The room was full of bodies, the children that went missing, except they had the same machines inside of the decaying skin as the machine destroyed the night before.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I walked over to the curtain hiding the one thing I treasured most.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I pulled it back.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey Susan, Its been a while.. Remember that skeleton I promised? Well I kind of used it on my self.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I giggled.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Sorry that now you have to decay without something holding you up.. But thats just how it works.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I started walking back out of my room of bodies.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I’m sorry Susan, I really am. but this is life.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I’ll be sure to put you in another mangle pile somewhere special”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">before I shut the door, I heard the little voices again.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“This isn’t life…” I heard them say.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Well its not for me, but it most defiantly is for you.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I turned around to face the bodies again.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Thank you for giving me such advantages..” I say.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“You don’t deserve them…” The voices say.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“It was to end you…” They continue.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Well they didn’t kill me, and I’m using them to my own advantage.” I say closing the door.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I walked out of my house without anything covering my new ears. They were just too great to cover up.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I ran to school hoping to find Alex there, and I did.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey Alex!” I shouted.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey um.. Whats with the ears?” He replied.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Never mind that now I have to show you something!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Okay sure what is it?”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“It’s a surprise!” I said cheerfully.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Oh is it Now?!” Cried out a voice.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I turned around to see one of the others who helped Caroline, she was now holding a gun..

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Did you think I didn’t see you in your garage!? What was that room?! Why were there bodies in there!?” She screamed.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Alex shielded me.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I don’t know where your getting this from but I know its far from true!” Alex yelled.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Someone called for help, but by the time a teacher came out, the girl fired the gun.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Alex fell in front of me, blood coming from his head.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Tears started coming down my face, as I watched the blood spill out of his head.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Kill them….” The voices start saying repeatedly.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“YOU FUCKER!” I yell.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I ran towards the girl and grabbed the gun, pinned her arms back, and shoved the gun into her mouth and pulled the trigger multiple times until the teacher forcefully pulled me away.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The girl twitched a few times as the blood came out of her mouth and lower area, and then fell.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“We’re in control now…” The voices say.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Nobody knew what to do. The police came.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I had lost it. I still had the gun in my hand, and without even a second thought, I aimed the gun with fast reflexes and pulled the trigger over and over.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I had both the cops down with two accurate shots in they’re foreheads, four kids shot in the chest area, and injured the teacher with a bullet to the leg.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I ran over to the cops and grabbed their guns and ran into the woods.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Sam and Rebecca were walking down the sidewalk and witness the whole thing.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“You can’t escape…” The voices say.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Now here I am, under a bridge for a highway. I have a nice pair of skinny jeans, long sleeved purple sweater, and a black leather jacket, and nice brown shoes.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I have my pistol which I have modified for easier kills.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">This is insanity I know. But I love it so much.. To have the souls of my victims trapped inside my head, listening to their commands.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Choosing whether or not to listen to their commands.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Just image a work of art with such a life, being this way forever.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">They won’t let me die now because they want to torture me. But I don’t find it displeasing in anyway.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’m happy now, despite my turn of events.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’d rather just kill someone then put an exoskeleton in their skin.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">And I’d much rather keep adding more to my collection of souls in my head.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">So am I a murderer? Or a Soul Eater? Well I’d rather not think about that right now, as I’m just about to jump a van full of a family of six.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">And if you want a catchphrase or some stupid shit like that.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">You ain’t getting one.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">My name was Sparua Jincot Fox, and I WAS a human girl, hellbent of putting exoskeletons in skin to keep the memory of a person alive forever.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I am now just Sparua, and my new goal is to kill and collect as many souls of people as possible.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">And while I’m on it. There is a certain man that I’d like to see a bullet go through.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Always smiling.. Never blinking…

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Well I’ll let you figure that one out on your own, the family in the van is almost here. <ac_metadata title="Spare the Fox (New &amp; Improved) (built from the ground up.)" related_topics="Come Closer"> </ac_metadata>