The silver of the knife danced in the light, inching away from the blade.
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and skin ready to tear. The knife, the weapon. The victim, this girl. The predators thoughts, destruction. Her eyes, menacing.
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Up to the girls throat, the girl squeaked in terror, her friends ran to hide. Just me, my frined and the girl out on the abandoned train tracks. A little slice to show she meant business. Blood trickled down her neck. The threat was clear, with the...
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The girl stood to run, tripped on the abandoned train tracks. Blood everywhere. Not OUR blood, who cares? We walked away, left her alone. Just like her friends.
