Darkest Evil, Brightest Love

by Heartfelt Lover

A red flower with a broken stem, a crying lizard lying next to it, a pair of fangs in a grinning mouth, laughing at the pain and sadness beneath it. I do not own American Dragon.

7. Chapter 6: Let The Games Begin

Chapter 6: Let the Games Begin

The class was shocked into silence. I wonder why, he thought, smiling. Was it because Ms. Rose fainted? Or is it because I'm so dashingly handsome? Who can tell? Ah well. It seems the boy is staring daggers at me. Now why is that, I wonder? Well, his sadness will be greater than his hatred of me. He will truly know sorrow. He will truly know pain. His sorrow will be as great as Romeo's when he found out about his dear Juliet. Let the chess game begin. First move-

Check.