Sandy115
They wore black masks that covered the whole of their faces apart from their mouths and eyes. They made ghost steps so as not to be heard. They were in for blood and money.
The fire in his eyes, the rage in his voice, everything about him made me thing of a madman.
I wished I could touch his lips to calm his pain. Tell him that it will all be okay.
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