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Posted by black on Oct 30, 2006 12:00:38 GMT -6
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The small, redheaded boy watched the ball bounce into the street and he chased after it. His mother called out to him in a heavy accent “Geoffrey! Stay out of that road!” Geoffrey was already there though. He ignored her and continued across. “Geoffrey you are going to be in big trouble, how many times have I told you, ‘Stay off of the road'”? Geoffrey snatched up the ball and turned to run back. He heard a noise like a rumble and in his peripheral vision he saw an object coming toward him. By the time he knew what was happening it was too late. He heard screaming as an eighteen-wheel truck smashed into him. He felt himself fly through the air as incredible pain racked his body. His vision blurred and his world started to fade. The screaming continued, and an intense darkness engulfed him, as though it were a wild animal swallowing him whole.
******************************************************************************************** The screaming wouldn’t stop. It kept going. Ringing in his head, like an… Black’s eyes flew open. He reached over and slammed the alarm clock. He slid out of bed and staggered his way to the shower.
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Posted by black on Oct 30, 2006 15:24:01 GMT -6
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A phone rang loudly and startled Black. He jumped and accidentally cut himself with his razor. He wiped the shaving cream off of his face and picked up the phone. “Hello?” “Hello Black, it’s me.” “Ah, hello dasher. Have you got the information?” “Yes, her codename is ‘Nightdream’ and she’s with a guy named Ezekiel White. They both arrive in New York tonight. Be careful though, I’ve heard she can read your mind.” “Thank you. You will receive your usual payment.” “No problem, good luck.” Black slipped into his duster, and put on his gloves and mask. He pulled his shotgun out of its case and started to load it. With that done he headed for the door. It’s time for work.
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