And so the story continues.
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Chapter 2
New York City at night was breathtaking, but the thoughts that I heard were revolting. I wrinkled my nose as I ran towards the bearers of those thoughts. It was injustice, and another snarl came from deep within me. I would kill them after I got the information I needed.
The two men stumbled back and continued to walk on by. Where did he come? Never mind. Sure hope that the boss doesn't catch the fact that we went out and got drunk again. Deftly, I grabbed both men and dragged them into a small space between two buildings.
"What do you want?" one slurred. Get your hands off of me, brat.
"Yeah, kid. We've got places to go," his comrade spat in my face. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of alcohol coming that reeked from both of them. Does he know?
"I was wondering if two had any information about some people I'm looking for," I spoke lowly and smiled, showing my teeth.
He looks pretty serious. I heard the second think as he let loose a string of curses that were far from appropriate. He's got to know about those three. Maybe he works for them.
"Which three?" I snapped and pushed them against the wall.
"I didn't say anything," the second said.
"Get your hands off of me, kid," the first struggled. Idiot better not say anything about Sebastian.
"Shut up," I hissed and bared my teeth. I turned to the second man. He was rightly scared out of his mind to cooperate. "Who's this Sebastian?"
"I don't know a thing," he looked away. I could hear his heart start to beat faster. Sebastian. Did I even say anything about Sebastian? I can't let him know -
What did that idiot say now? The first thought so loud that it blocked out what the man was about to say.
I lost it and threw the man to the ground. It would be better if I just got him out of the way now. He wouldn't be of any help to me, and the world would be better without this monster. I held him down and brought my teeth to his neck.
The taste of the blood consumed me as a red haze washed over me. I could taste the slight tang of alcohol that was running in his blood. I felt him grow still and cold below me. How many was this? I had stopped counting long ago, but I knew that this was the fate that he deserved. A child abuser like this man deserved to die. It was easier to pull myself away because I wasn't as thirsty. I turned to the other man, thinking of the sight that I looked.
"Now, please tell me," I walked towards him. "Who is Sebastian?"
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