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Thank you all for them, and which fool wrote 'hahahahahahaha' and made me scroll 2 pages across o see my reviews huh? :P
Here's the eagerly anticipated chapter 6
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"What the hell?"
Nicole laughed "Guess you better read the instructions next time."
"I didn't use any bleach OR dye"
"Oh . Shit. You look like shit too. Birdshit as a matter of fact"
Virgil kept looking at his hair in the tiny mirror, pulling strands down to examine them.
"What can be worse than getting grey hair?!?" Said Virgil, not quite putting two and two together.
"Err, getting white hair?"
"Nicole, don't mess with my mind right now."
"I'm not. Look." She pulled a strand of his hair out and showed it to him. It was completely white. "How old are you again?" She said jokingly.
"This is NOT FUNNY!" he said, getting the attention of most of the bar, except for the drunks.
"This is . . ." Then it hit him. "White hair, didn't my dad have white hair? Shit." He bolted out the door for the second time in one day. He ran out into the street and down the road. He needed to get away from it all. He turned a corner into a dimly lit alleyway.
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He slumped down against a wall. He didn't want to be seen right now. He looked into the mirror. He could barely see his hair, but he could see it was all going white.
He could have sworn he could see it turning white too. He heard a couple of dustbins fall over, which gave him the second-worse fright of his life. He decided that this probably wasn't the best place took look at himself, and got up.
Now getting up and walking home would have been a very good idea. But not all ideas go according to plan. Especially when two huge guys walk in, and block off your only exit. I would imagine that counts as a major f***up in the department of plan making.
"Where do you think your going, kid?" said a really gruff voice.
"Home, where I'm supposed to be right now."
"You're not going anywhere until you pay us." He flicked out a pen-knife "Your wallet, now."
"Sure, take it." He threw it over. "Can I go now?"
"What the hell? That was too damn easy."
Virgil went to leave, but one of the men put his hand against the wall, preventing this. Virgil tried to push his way out. Big mistake. The man grabbed Virgil by the neck and lifted him up against the wall.
"Ugh, What the hell do you want?" He said, gasping for air.
"It's been a long time since I've made someone bleed." He replied, a smirk drawing on his face. He held out his hand, ant the other man put his knife into it.
"Maybe ill start here." He pointed at his neck. "Then move along to here." He pointed at his heart. By this time, Virgil was gasping for oxygen. Overcome with fear and adrenaline, he did the only thing possible. He arched his leg back as far as it would go, and brought it slamming in- between the guy's legs.
The man instantly let go, and doubled over in pain. Virgil fell to the floor, exhausted. He made another dash for it, but was once again stopped by the other man. Who punched him back into a pile of rubbish bags.
"Argh… why you little shit! I'm going to destroy you. You ain't coming out of here alive!"
That was pretty much Virgil's thought too. "I'm going to die."
The man started to come towards him, knife ready. The other man was guarding the exit. There was no escape, and there never would be. Virgil could feel his heart beating faster and faster. He had never felt it beat so hard and fast. He would probably die of a heart attack before this guy got to him.
The man lunged forward. Virgil tried to dodge, but unsuccessfully. His left arm had been cut just below the shoulder. He reeled in pain. Pain? What pain? He couldn't FEEL any pain. The man lunged at him again, much slower this time. As a matter of fact, he was going extremely slow.
"What the F…"
It was as if everything was going in slow motion. The knife, the man, Everything. Except him. He dodged the lunge easily, then time returned to normal.
"Hold still you albino piece of shit."
The man lunged for a third time, again, time seemed to slow down. He took a step to the side, even having enough time to think of a counter attack. Going this fast (From everyone-else's perspective he was), he could just take the knife from his hand. That's exactly what he did. On the fourth lunge, he side-stepped again, and grabbed the knife from his hands. It was surprisingly easy at this speed, and he even had time to kick him in the back of the legs, making him kneel down. Virgil held the knife to his throat.
"Now, now stay calm, kid. It was just a joke, friendly, you know."
"Friendly now was it? Just a joke? Well that's OK then." He said. The sarcasm in his voice could have won an award. He was SERIOUSLY pissed off.
The other man was standing there, wide-eyed. he quickly ran off.
"Here, take your wallet back, I don't want it. Really." He said whimpering like a little girl. He chucked the wallet on the ground. Virgil pulled him closer.
"If I EVER see you around here again . . ." He got the message, and Virgil let him go. He ran off faster than a gazelle on steroids. Virgil picked up his wallet, making sure nothing was out of place, and put it in his pocket.
He looked at the knife, stained with his own blood, and threw it at the wall. It embedded itself 2 inches into the rock. Maybe this being a demon thing wasn't so bad after all.
He left the alleyway, a cocky smile on his face.
And a red glow in his eyes.
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ARGH! COFFEE OVERLOAD! *hits head on desk a thousand times to cure himself*
At last I got chapter 6 up. Yay! Hope you enjoyed it. I would like to thank Kenco for this chapter as, it kept me awake to finish it.
(now how am I going to get to sleep?) oh well.
P.S. if u like, then REVIEW IT!
Thank you all for them, and which fool wrote 'hahahahahahaha' and made me scroll 2 pages across o see my reviews huh? :P
Here's the eagerly anticipated chapter 6
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"What the hell?"
Nicole laughed "Guess you better read the instructions next time."
"I didn't use any bleach OR dye"
"Oh . Shit. You look like shit too. Birdshit as a matter of fact"
Virgil kept looking at his hair in the tiny mirror, pulling strands down to examine them.
"What can be worse than getting grey hair?!?" Said Virgil, not quite putting two and two together.
"Err, getting white hair?"
"Nicole, don't mess with my mind right now."
"I'm not. Look." She pulled a strand of his hair out and showed it to him. It was completely white. "How old are you again?" She said jokingly.
"This is NOT FUNNY!" he said, getting the attention of most of the bar, except for the drunks.
"This is . . ." Then it hit him. "White hair, didn't my dad have white hair? Shit." He bolted out the door for the second time in one day. He ran out into the street and down the road. He needed to get away from it all. He turned a corner into a dimly lit alleyway.
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He slumped down against a wall. He didn't want to be seen right now. He looked into the mirror. He could barely see his hair, but he could see it was all going white.
He could have sworn he could see it turning white too. He heard a couple of dustbins fall over, which gave him the second-worse fright of his life. He decided that this probably wasn't the best place took look at himself, and got up.
Now getting up and walking home would have been a very good idea. But not all ideas go according to plan. Especially when two huge guys walk in, and block off your only exit. I would imagine that counts as a major f***up in the department of plan making.
"Where do you think your going, kid?" said a really gruff voice.
"Home, where I'm supposed to be right now."
"You're not going anywhere until you pay us." He flicked out a pen-knife "Your wallet, now."
"Sure, take it." He threw it over. "Can I go now?"
"What the hell? That was too damn easy."
Virgil went to leave, but one of the men put his hand against the wall, preventing this. Virgil tried to push his way out. Big mistake. The man grabbed Virgil by the neck and lifted him up against the wall.
"Ugh, What the hell do you want?" He said, gasping for air.
"It's been a long time since I've made someone bleed." He replied, a smirk drawing on his face. He held out his hand, ant the other man put his knife into it.
"Maybe ill start here." He pointed at his neck. "Then move along to here." He pointed at his heart. By this time, Virgil was gasping for oxygen. Overcome with fear and adrenaline, he did the only thing possible. He arched his leg back as far as it would go, and brought it slamming in- between the guy's legs.
The man instantly let go, and doubled over in pain. Virgil fell to the floor, exhausted. He made another dash for it, but was once again stopped by the other man. Who punched him back into a pile of rubbish bags.
"Argh… why you little shit! I'm going to destroy you. You ain't coming out of here alive!"
That was pretty much Virgil's thought too. "I'm going to die."
The man started to come towards him, knife ready. The other man was guarding the exit. There was no escape, and there never would be. Virgil could feel his heart beating faster and faster. He had never felt it beat so hard and fast. He would probably die of a heart attack before this guy got to him.
The man lunged forward. Virgil tried to dodge, but unsuccessfully. His left arm had been cut just below the shoulder. He reeled in pain. Pain? What pain? He couldn't FEEL any pain. The man lunged at him again, much slower this time. As a matter of fact, he was going extremely slow.
"What the F…"
It was as if everything was going in slow motion. The knife, the man, Everything. Except him. He dodged the lunge easily, then time returned to normal.
"Hold still you albino piece of shit."
The man lunged for a third time, again, time seemed to slow down. He took a step to the side, even having enough time to think of a counter attack. Going this fast (From everyone-else's perspective he was), he could just take the knife from his hand. That's exactly what he did. On the fourth lunge, he side-stepped again, and grabbed the knife from his hands. It was surprisingly easy at this speed, and he even had time to kick him in the back of the legs, making him kneel down. Virgil held the knife to his throat.
"Now, now stay calm, kid. It was just a joke, friendly, you know."
"Friendly now was it? Just a joke? Well that's OK then." He said. The sarcasm in his voice could have won an award. He was SERIOUSLY pissed off.
The other man was standing there, wide-eyed. he quickly ran off.
"Here, take your wallet back, I don't want it. Really." He said whimpering like a little girl. He chucked the wallet on the ground. Virgil pulled him closer.
"If I EVER see you around here again . . ." He got the message, and Virgil let him go. He ran off faster than a gazelle on steroids. Virgil picked up his wallet, making sure nothing was out of place, and put it in his pocket.
He looked at the knife, stained with his own blood, and threw it at the wall. It embedded itself 2 inches into the rock. Maybe this being a demon thing wasn't so bad after all.
He left the alleyway, a cocky smile on his face.
And a red glow in his eyes.
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ARGH! COFFEE OVERLOAD! *hits head on desk a thousand times to cure himself*
At last I got chapter 6 up. Yay! Hope you enjoyed it. I would like to thank Kenco for this chapter as, it kept me awake to finish it.
(now how am I going to get to sleep?) oh well.
P.S. if u like, then REVIEW IT!