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Partially Covered : Chapter 7
Disclaimer in Chapter 1
Sorry... chapter 6 was a bit weak :/ and short... yea...
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"So, Morgan, how do you feel about dying?" Legato asked casually as he sat on the ground in front of her cell.
"It doesn't bother me a bit. Just as long as you don't get the code." Morgan mumbled.
Legato chuckled, "Oh we're getting the code."
"I don't think so." Morgan shook her head.
"What makes you say that?" he asked.
"You don't know where my brother is and if you tell him what you plan to do with the SON he won't give you that code." Morgan smirked as if she won the arguement.
Legato just stared at the girl with those creepy gold eyes.
"You don't get it do you?" he asked.
"Get what?" she replied.
"You've lost! It's over. Five cities will be completely destroyed! Thousands of lives lost and Master Knives and I laughing at the destruction we caused. It'll be beautiful." Legato said.
Morgan looked down at the ground. This time the idiot was right. There was nothing she could do about it. Kale was a murderer and hated the human race just as Knives and Legato did. There was no way she could save them.
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"Kale?" a little girl yelled out.
She walked down a hallway, peeking into the open doors and yelling the same name.
"Kale? Where are you?" the girl yelled again.
The little girl was an eight year-old Morgan, she was looking for her brother in the empty house that belonged to her parents.
"C'mon Kale! I don't wanna play hide 'n' seek now." Morgan complained.
She grasped the knob on the door to her parent's bedroom and opened it up slowly to find her brother with his back turned to her. She gasped at the fact that she found her brother but kept quiet so he didn't know she was there. Her hands moved slowly and quietly across the floor as she crawled around the bed. Morgan looked up and widened her eyes at what she saw.
Kale's eyes were a depressing deep blue and what he was looking at was even more depressing.
"What did you do Kale?!" screeched Morgan.
Kale jumped and held up the large butcher knife he had in his hand. He realized it was his sister and he shrugged.
Morgan got up off her hands and knees and looked down at the floor. There was a dead body. It looked like the girl from next door, Kale's girlfriend. Morgan looked back at Kale and he was still staring at the body whose life he took away.
"Kale... did you do this?" Morgan pointed at the bloody body, she was shaking lightly.
"Yea," Kale sighed, and he nodded, "And I'll do it again. She got what she deserved, Morgan."
"I don't get it, what did she do." Morgan asked, bewildered.
"She was a human." Kale answered.
"But... but Kale we're humans too." the little girl pointed out.
"I know." Kale said, ashamed.
"Mom and dad are gonna be really mad at you Kale, killing's bad." Morgan continued.
"Get out of here, Morgan." Kale said, he rubbed his eyes.
"I think I wanna stick around." Morgan nodded.
"Get out of here, Morgan, or I'll kill you too." Kale threatened with a crushed and weak voice.
Morgan blinked at her brother and the bloody butcher knife he held in his hand. She didn't want to take the chance so she turned and jetted out the door. She ran down the hallway, out the front door, and away. Away to her special place in the local park. Inside of the concrete igloo is where she hid and that's where she stayed. She stayed there for six hours until she had a twinge inside her that told her to go back home.
It all seemed to be in slow-motion. Morgan walking through the door, seeing the furniture turned over, papers everywhere. She saw her mother first, her neck was slit. Morgan felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. All air was completely taken out of her.
"Mommy!" she screamed.
"Morgan!" a voice came from down the hall.
It was her father and he was a bit bloody but looked okay otherwise.
"Daddy!" Morgan ran to him and held onto his leg, she cried.
That was the most she had ever cried before. Unless you count the moment her father died.
Partially Covered : Chapter 7
Disclaimer in Chapter 1
Sorry... chapter 6 was a bit weak :/ and short... yea...
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"So, Morgan, how do you feel about dying?" Legato asked casually as he sat on the ground in front of her cell.
"It doesn't bother me a bit. Just as long as you don't get the code." Morgan mumbled.
Legato chuckled, "Oh we're getting the code."
"I don't think so." Morgan shook her head.
"What makes you say that?" he asked.
"You don't know where my brother is and if you tell him what you plan to do with the SON he won't give you that code." Morgan smirked as if she won the arguement.
Legato just stared at the girl with those creepy gold eyes.
"You don't get it do you?" he asked.
"Get what?" she replied.
"You've lost! It's over. Five cities will be completely destroyed! Thousands of lives lost and Master Knives and I laughing at the destruction we caused. It'll be beautiful." Legato said.
Morgan looked down at the ground. This time the idiot was right. There was nothing she could do about it. Kale was a murderer and hated the human race just as Knives and Legato did. There was no way she could save them.
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"Kale?" a little girl yelled out.
She walked down a hallway, peeking into the open doors and yelling the same name.
"Kale? Where are you?" the girl yelled again.
The little girl was an eight year-old Morgan, she was looking for her brother in the empty house that belonged to her parents.
"C'mon Kale! I don't wanna play hide 'n' seek now." Morgan complained.
She grasped the knob on the door to her parent's bedroom and opened it up slowly to find her brother with his back turned to her. She gasped at the fact that she found her brother but kept quiet so he didn't know she was there. Her hands moved slowly and quietly across the floor as she crawled around the bed. Morgan looked up and widened her eyes at what she saw.
Kale's eyes were a depressing deep blue and what he was looking at was even more depressing.
"What did you do Kale?!" screeched Morgan.
Kale jumped and held up the large butcher knife he had in his hand. He realized it was his sister and he shrugged.
Morgan got up off her hands and knees and looked down at the floor. There was a dead body. It looked like the girl from next door, Kale's girlfriend. Morgan looked back at Kale and he was still staring at the body whose life he took away.
"Kale... did you do this?" Morgan pointed at the bloody body, she was shaking lightly.
"Yea," Kale sighed, and he nodded, "And I'll do it again. She got what she deserved, Morgan."
"I don't get it, what did she do." Morgan asked, bewildered.
"She was a human." Kale answered.
"But... but Kale we're humans too." the little girl pointed out.
"I know." Kale said, ashamed.
"Mom and dad are gonna be really mad at you Kale, killing's bad." Morgan continued.
"Get out of here, Morgan." Kale said, he rubbed his eyes.
"I think I wanna stick around." Morgan nodded.
"Get out of here, Morgan, or I'll kill you too." Kale threatened with a crushed and weak voice.
Morgan blinked at her brother and the bloody butcher knife he held in his hand. She didn't want to take the chance so she turned and jetted out the door. She ran down the hallway, out the front door, and away. Away to her special place in the local park. Inside of the concrete igloo is where she hid and that's where she stayed. She stayed there for six hours until she had a twinge inside her that told her to go back home.
It all seemed to be in slow-motion. Morgan walking through the door, seeing the furniture turned over, papers everywhere. She saw her mother first, her neck was slit. Morgan felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. All air was completely taken out of her.
"Mommy!" she screamed.
"Morgan!" a voice came from down the hall.
It was her father and he was a bit bloody but looked okay otherwise.
"Daddy!" Morgan ran to him and held onto his leg, she cried.
That was the most she had ever cried before. Unless you count the moment her father died.
