And he stared at me; and I stared back into those mezmorising eyes. By now I was on my knees, dirt clinging to the scuffs and grazes on my bare legs. My hair was causing me an annoyance, but I was too preoccupied to care. I wanted to itch my nose, but I was afraid to upset the balance of good and evil with one scratch. And now his girl was by his side. No.. Make that his girl's. Two of them either side of him, their bosum pointing threateningly in my eyes. I shifted my gaze and looked down at my side. My wounds had grown deeper somehow. Or was I just tripping? No, there was deffinetly more blood.
I passed out.
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