I recognised him from somewhere, somewhere bad. He had a nasty, vile smirk on his face with blood stains all over it. Suddenly I realist he murdered my brother....
"Quick run!"I yelled."I'll stay here to deal with him. Go!"That was when I realist
he had a razor sharp dagger jutting out of his pocket. He strolled over stethily, slowly he oozed the dagger out and held it up and swung it back.
"Noooooooooo, don't" I screamed .... It was too late, I thought so deeply about who I
would miss I waited for a while, he didn't kill me.
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