Dragons, Magic, and Bed Hair?

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This story has tons of misspellings and grammar mispuncuation, no editor, a lazy writer, and I think no plot story line and I think this has some real people. Or at least in my head I think their real.

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I do not own copyrighted material but own apparently the made-up people, the real people, the scenarios, and made up spells/beings.

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The dungeon into the fort of light smells like ash and BBQ, the light dimly coming from cracks in the green mossy walls. As I continue moving downwards deeper inside an odd smell arises in the air. Something gray and hard comes up from the floor of stone. Aw crap, it's a dragon. This dragon put its face right into mine and snorted looking me in the eye and then I realized this is a rare dragon, a doom dragon, with scythe like talons and sharp fangs it is known for its breath of death. I look it in the eye and realize that was a bad idea too late. The middle of its eye is a skull and I feel cold all over and the only thing I can think of is im going to die, im going to die. Then my life flashed before my eyes and I black out reliving my memories up to the point where all this mad man stuff started.

Flash back begin

Walking down the street sadly wondering why, why, what did I do to deserve such a reading, the mean old hag just doesn't like me like pops said. I left towards my dad's house because I just knew that he had something to do with getting his son in some kind of trouble with two tons of ugly and I will find out why and how to fix it or my name is not David Andrew Hernandez. Also why is my hair standing up all over, it usually only dose that when im in trouble or in danger. Looks to the left and sees a car coming "oh son of a-" *screech* *thwack* goes flying into a pile of full trash bags "owww!" feels face and realizes im bleeding, Looks at blood, and passes out.

In the distance three people in raged brown trench coats watch from an alley as the seen unfolds- one with silver hair and a thin figure speaks in an embraced manner with his hand in his face "he apparently has ill luck and or dulled senses". One with a fit figure and blond hair speaks with a grin "or he was just not paying attention to the traffic and was thinking" and begins to chuckle. One with long red hair and sunglasses speaks in an emotionless tone "subject will require further studies, has apparent focusing difficulties, is slightly durable, has some 'ill luck', and dislikes the sight of blood" a drug dealer walks into her and mumbles loud enough for the red head to hear "watch where ya going, ya broad" the other two look at the red head and back away slowly, with frightened faces, as she draws a small sickle from her side, and begins to smile and laughs manically. The drug dealer slowly looks her and backs away trembling. "You c-ca-crazy broad back up." His eyes widen as she opens her trench coat wide and wraps her self around him. ……

Some gruesome moments later

The red head stands up from the ground and her grizzly meal of meat, bone, and blood, then wipes her mouth. "Why do people of this land taste so good?" smiles in delight and the other two back away ever farther without nearing the exit of the small alleyway. The red head speaks with newfound authority "now then we will continue to monitor the food- I mean subject and see if a dark heart will be made and if he could be useful to the organization, if not". Red begins to grin wickedly. Blondie almost lets out a yelp and silver covers his mouth. The other two gulp and begin sweating in fear.