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A dark shadow was stanging in the door way. I couldn't mskebwho it was out. It was small and lean, it was shaped like a female. I couldn't move I could just watch as it grew closer. Then all at ocan it was in front of me, it grabed my hair and pushed me under the now cold water. I turned to fight back and scrammed. But a new pair of hands found there way to my neck.. I felt nothing but all I heard was a snap. And I know my neck was broken.

When I came too, I was in a bimy light room, it was damp and clod room. My back and neck hurt. I felt as if a was hit by a 18 wheeler. There was ringing in my hears. My head was pounding. Mu vision was blurry. I could hear voices and sounds I could not make out. But it was very slowly come too. Now that I was more wake I could see, who was in the room with.

One was a male and one a female. The male was tall about 6"1. He had hair black as the midnight sky, on a star and moonless night. His eyes a haunting Icy blue. He had pale skin. He ware a leather jacket and black jeans. His shirt was dark blue. The female was about 5"5, she ...

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