The Power of One: Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don't own LOD but I do own Randall And Erica
"Never write a story. They backstab you when you least expect it." -Monster
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The boy paced in his room thunder booming outside, a rag around his forehead and a deep scar in his pride. Earlier three kids jumped him and even though he was twice their size the numbers had prevailed and they eventually won. The boy cursed him self and wondered why he had not grabbed his sword before leaving.
Randall sat down on his bed and looked in the mirror at the other scar on his head. It was all the way down his cheek and had the strangest red flecks in it. When ever he got mad it glowed and that scared people. He was always labeled as a freak. But there were other reasons too.
"How could I lose I've never lost." He asked. Randall thought as a flashback hit him. His vision was of his life. Orphaned at birth, tattooed with a red dragon on his arm at 10. After that he had a vision of his enemy, but yet a man he has never spoken to, a man who had cut him with a sword and flecks of the stone in the hilt had been embedded into his face.
He snapped out of heard footsteps from down the hall. and thought to himself "Here we go"
In strode his only friend a girl by the name of Erica. She had been with him since she found him passed out in the middle of the streets of Chicago. "You ok big man," she asked caringly.
"Yeah I'm fine you should be in bed it's late." he replied
"I can't sleep it's too noisy. she replied "Let me guess you want to sleep in my bed." Randall said sarcastically
"No you perv, well yeah ." Erica gave in
Just then an explosion rocked the house and Randall's scar glowed the brightest they had ever seen it.
Randall grabbed his sword and went outside to investigate. Then by his foot there was a little red stone
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This is my first fic in along time so please review
Disclaimer: I don't own LOD but I do own Randall And Erica
"Never write a story. They backstab you when you least expect it." -Monster
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The boy paced in his room thunder booming outside, a rag around his forehead and a deep scar in his pride. Earlier three kids jumped him and even though he was twice their size the numbers had prevailed and they eventually won. The boy cursed him self and wondered why he had not grabbed his sword before leaving.
Randall sat down on his bed and looked in the mirror at the other scar on his head. It was all the way down his cheek and had the strangest red flecks in it. When ever he got mad it glowed and that scared people. He was always labeled as a freak. But there were other reasons too.
"How could I lose I've never lost." He asked. Randall thought as a flashback hit him. His vision was of his life. Orphaned at birth, tattooed with a red dragon on his arm at 10. After that he had a vision of his enemy, but yet a man he has never spoken to, a man who had cut him with a sword and flecks of the stone in the hilt had been embedded into his face.
He snapped out of heard footsteps from down the hall. and thought to himself "Here we go"
In strode his only friend a girl by the name of Erica. She had been with him since she found him passed out in the middle of the streets of Chicago. "You ok big man," she asked caringly.
"Yeah I'm fine you should be in bed it's late." he replied
"I can't sleep it's too noisy. she replied "Let me guess you want to sleep in my bed." Randall said sarcastically
"No you perv, well yeah ." Erica gave in
Just then an explosion rocked the house and Randall's scar glowed the brightest they had ever seen it.
Randall grabbed his sword and went outside to investigate. Then by his foot there was a little red stone
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This is my first fic in along time so please review