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More Than a Nightmare For as long as I can remember, my dreams have always ended the same way. The dreams always turn nightmarish when some demonic-looking creature comes out and tries to kill me. Its appearance is always the same: a dark red, bleeding face that resembles a human skull resting on the body of a four-legged, black-haired beast. Its ear-shattering wail always alerted me of its presence. My dream is often normal up until it appears. Nothing bad happens, until a chill is sent down my spine, causing my body to become covered in goosebumps, which is when the monster appears and attacks me. I wake up in a cold sweat right before
The Black Bullets Ch.7The Pidove was in the kitchen, eating the bowl of Grape-Nuts we left it. It perked up when it saw me and followed me around while I looked for the rope. After pulling out all the boxes I found in the closet, I finally found it hidden in the corner. I found duct tape too. I had a feeling I was going to need that. I put the boxes away and went back into the hallway and held up the items.
“Good, now give me back all of my jewelry,” Peirce said ordered.
“Now hold on there,” the twerp said, “Back in the middle ages in Unova, if a thief was caught stealing, he was allowed to keep one piece of jewelry to show the world
The Black Bullets Ch.6“Okay, I’m out now,” I said into the com.
“Great, how’s it look,” Peirce asked in a low voice.
“Uhh, I see security cameras around, but that’s about it.”
The Audino twisted it’s head up at me and said its name.
“Good, you can handle that,” Peirce said, “But where are the Pokemon being held at?”
“Audino, can you show me where the pokemon are being held for when you guys are waiting for the trainers to show up,” I asked.
Audino’s eyes lit up as it grinned from ear to ear. It grabbed my hand and started running. At the end of the hall was a do
The Black Bullets Ch. 5I sat down next to the mark and said, “What’s up, Peirce? Haven’t seen you in a while.”
Peirce took one look at me, took a sip from his drink and asked, “What happened to your leg?”
“What happened to your arm,” I said, annoyed.
“Want a drink,” he asked, dodging the question.
“You’re not going to say ‘Hi’ to an old friend,” I asked, “You’re so evil.”
I got him to chuckle. “It’s been awhile. I heard you were in jail.”
“Eh, I had connections to get out of there early.”
“And your p