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The More... Unlikely Heroes - Chapter 2
Jeff huddled, with the others, of course, in a garden shed. It was a very good shed, full of tools, as any self-respecting shed would be. It also made it a whole lot harder to fit them all in. The Slenderman was bent double, his long body fitting around the rest of them. Smile.Dog fanned everyone with her tail, teeth once again bared in that creepy smile.
Jeff just smiled. The small... group hung around waiting. They waited for their 'victim'.
Assassination was a big deal. This one, poor kid, had at least nine of the sneaky buggers on them. Jeff had taken it upon himself and his team to save this child. None of them had raised a complaint or question at his knowledge of everything that happened in the world they had all left years ago- or so they had thought.
Jeff looked up. A figure had entered the garden in front. He nudged Jack, who had brought along a deck of cards and was playing snap with The Rake. Both seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Well, until Jeff jabbed Jack where his ey
The More... Unlikely Heroes - Chapter 1
A small group of silhouettes gathered in a clearing. Why, was unknown to any viewer. Most onlookers would think it was simply a gang and just run off. If one were to look closer, one would find slight oddities in each. Well, I say slight, some had drastic differences from the normal human.
The clearing they had assembled in was surrounded by ruins. Of what, exactly, was unknown.
There was silence for a while. Awkward silence that contained nervous glances at each other. Before the first person spoke.
“So...” Everyone's eyes (or at least, those that had them) turned on him. The boy was wearing a white hoodie, with wide, black-rimmed eyes, leathery skin, long, black hair and a wide grin cut into his face.
Another, this time with a mask hiding it's face, spoke. “Well, Jeff?” The voice asked. It almost sounded like a clown's. Well, that was how it sounded at the current time. Eyeless Jack's voice changed often.
Jeff's unblinking eyes turned on him. “So, my dea
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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