Marie D'ancanto

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// myself away in his trailer. Praying silently that he'd not catch my odd deed.}

// could he possibly do to me? I could put him in a coma, easy. Wincing inwardly as my mind wandered to my sleeping boyfriend, I stowed //

// his sharp dwellers and stalked out of the bar. Without a second glance, I followed. My curious conscience screaming to stay, but what //

// through the cocked gun as if it was made of butter. The pretentious standoff continued, before the clawed man retracted //

// aiming a rifle at the back of this clawed-man's head. In one fluid motion, the same claws extended from the other fist, slicing //

// blinked, he standed. Claws extended from his white knuckles, pointed directly at the man's throat. The bartender shouted a warning //

// pulled out a knife, my senses kicked into action, catching the bored man's attention by calling out} Behind you! {Faster than I could //

// my brows together, ignoring the bartender who's monotonous voice kept asking if I'd like something to drink. As if by magic, the man //

// be not a scratch on him. The male he fought with seemed intent on picking another fight. Confusion and dim interest knitted //

// beginning to snow. As I walked to the bar, the sight of a young man caught my eye. He had just won a cage fight, but there seemed to //

{Slipping through the bar door, the tinkling of the bell rung in my ears, I had not a penny to my name. But I needed shelter, it was //