Sweey: Alright, here I am, typing another random story that started out as a journal entry on DA... :3 Enjoy! This story goes was inspired to me by a random song I heard by Iron Maiden (yes I listen to them sometimes) Don't Look to the Eyes of a Stranger. It made me laugh... because it described Stranger perfectly and then it sounds like someone freaking out about him chasing them... also, i'll be switching from first person to third person omniscient which is unusual for me. :3 enjoy!

The Poison of Submission

Fear set in my eyes as I held myself high above the one who hunted me. He was searching for me... but he failed to glance up where I stood watching.

The tree that held me swayed with my weight and a shadow was cast over my face from the hood I always wore. This man held my two knives and had shattered my bow. Those were the only weapons I held that I could protect myself with.

Then he saw me and smiled with grit and evil as he pulled back his arm and let fly one of those dreaded hummingbird blades. It came too fast for me to move out of its reach and it landed in my gut, a perfect shot. The poison seeped in from the hummingbird's hollow beak and the metal bird flew back to his owner after its duty had been served.

I winced as I felt the wound healing at impossible rate. There was no escaping this fate, the fate that I had been destined to live through, as a Shadow Shade's toy, the one who served out his dirty work. The reason I show no one my face is because of him so no one may recognize the wandering stranger from the faceless shadow of death.

My eyes began to blaze a bright green and I knew I'd soon loose my mind to the power of the poison. He would control me now and I'd have no choice but to follow his will. I, Stranger, the Wanderer, am now Faceless, the Assassin... with no mercy or pity to those who are innocent in contrast, I obey those who show none to me... tis a sick a twisted world we live in and I'm playing the role of both the villan and the hero. I am chasing my own trail.

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Fumu was walking home from talking with Whispy Woods. The sun had gone down not but an hour ago and she began to sense that someone was watching her every move.

Then she heard the footsteps.

She whirled around only to find Sir Meta Knight standing there staring at her with his glowing yellow eyes.

"WHAAAA!" She freaked, then composed a very angry and embarrassed attitude, "Sir Meta Knight that was cold! Why did you scare me like that?"

Sir Meta Knight frowned beneath his mask. He'd just been debating with himself as to how he would go about NOT scaring her in the process of joining her. He sighed, "Forgive me Fumu, it was not my intention to scare you but rather to join you on your walk home."

Fumu's features softened, "Oh, well I guess so..."

As they walked together through Whispy Woods the sixth sense that Meta Knight bore twinged in warning to him causing him to stop in his tracks.

Fumu turned around and looked at the old Star Warrior in confusion, "What is wrong Sir Me-"

Sir Meta Knight quickly held up a mitten-clad hand to stop her in mid-sentence, so she did. Then she saw something in the dark and cringed with fear.

"W-what is that?" she whispered in a voice that trembled with anxiety.

Sir Meta Knight's glowing yellow eyes met a pair of blazing green ones.

"So, he's come back has he Stranger? We'll fight this together," Sir Meta whispered to himself. He turned to Fumu, "RUN!

Sweey: I know, this was a short beginning and I have no excuse for it being so... well, I hope you all enjoyed this story! :D Please R&R! ;D