most of You have probably heard it enough times to recite it in your sleep...I do not own whitch hunter robin or have anything to do with it exept being another obsesed fan...
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She was hiding in a 3 story; abandoned building that was at one time an antique store. And it had many characteristics of a store left to eventually rot over the years; many of the home-made shelves have bin removed and the ones that remained have bin rearranged in a bizarre fashion. Most of the windows were ether boarded up or broken. There was graffiti allover the peeling walls, and most of the paneling on the ceiling was gone.
But unlike many abandoned buildings that often attract gangs and fugitives, this particular shop had a haunting rumor shielding it from the damaging presents of these and other people. Now and then you would hear tales about the old Brensy shop and how someone saw something supernatural like a chair floating, or anonymous footsteps on the floor boards. And some people that get lost and say that doors open to a new room every time they are opened, And walls that weren't there before, some times people say they evensaw old Brensy's ghost.
It was the perfect place to hide. She has bin there for the past week or so. Living off whatever little she found edible in the local dumpsters. Her clothes were fairly dirty along with her long, knotted, dark, brown hair.
She looked down at her right leg and saw, not for the first time, a bullet wound with a green substance in and around it. "Hunters... that's what my friend called them" she recalled running down a street, the rapid firing of a gun, the horror, then the pain in her leg forcing her to stumble to the ground. She rolled over to see who her attacker was but all she saw was a shadowy outline of a tall person, and the barrel of a pistil pointed at her. Just as she heard the sound that would have declared her dead she rolled to the side, got up tripped, crawled, then ran awkwardly down an alleyway. As she did so she heard the low male voice of her attacker: "she got away"... "no"... "she's heading down an ally between 5th street and journal avenue" ... "all right."
She figured he was talking on a cell phone because of the way he seemed to reply to thin air. He turned to see where she was but she was gone. A black car pulled up next to him he turned and opened the door to get in
"Where is she?" This time it was a female's voice.
"She went down the ally somewhere" the man replied "she'll come out eventually" with that said he got in and drove off.
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Sorry the first chapter was so short! I had a hard time getting started. Please don't eat me!