Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Five
BuffyFaithfan1
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[EIGHT]
"And what makes you say that?" Tabra asked.
"Well, I found this, outside this morning as I was getting my mail." Jerek went over to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a knife.
That's weird, I never saw Jerek leave to get the mail - CYD! So, not the point right now! Oh, yea.
Jerek came over to us with a knife in his hands, and three words were engraved onto it in a firey gold color: YOU WILL PAY!
"Well, that can't be good." I said and Tabra laughed nervously.
"Should we tell the others?" Jerek wondered.
"No," I said. "I don't think it was for them. Look at the hilt. It says C.T.J. Cyd, Tabra, Jerek. It fits." I pointed out.
"Or maybe it's the initials of the person who planted the knife." Tabra breathed.
"Do you really think they'd be that stupid!?" I asked.
"They could be!" He said.
"I wouldn't put my initials on the bottom of a death threat." I mean, would you!?
"I think she's right. But, we can never be too sure. We'll take it to Verona." Jerek replied.
"Who's Verona?" I asked, rising to my feet.
"Verona is our Weapons Master." Jerek said, and I knew he was serious.
Volume Five
BuffyFaithfan1
_______________________________
[EIGHT]
"And what makes you say that?" Tabra asked.
"Well, I found this, outside this morning as I was getting my mail." Jerek went over to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a knife.
That's weird, I never saw Jerek leave to get the mail - CYD! So, not the point right now! Oh, yea.
Jerek came over to us with a knife in his hands, and three words were engraved onto it in a firey gold color: YOU WILL PAY!
"Well, that can't be good." I said and Tabra laughed nervously.
"Should we tell the others?" Jerek wondered.
"No," I said. "I don't think it was for them. Look at the hilt. It says C.T.J. Cyd, Tabra, Jerek. It fits." I pointed out.
"Or maybe it's the initials of the person who planted the knife." Tabra breathed.
"Do you really think they'd be that stupid!?" I asked.
"They could be!" He said.
"I wouldn't put my initials on the bottom of a death threat." I mean, would you!?
"I think she's right. But, we can never be too sure. We'll take it to Verona." Jerek replied.
"Who's Verona?" I asked, rising to my feet.
"Verona is our Weapons Master." Jerek said, and I knew he was serious.
im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell