PROLOGUE (1942)

The rain poured on the streets. The kid's faint laugh, a laugh turned into a dry laugh. Along with the beat of the rain. That would flow around the kid's shoe into the streets. The kid started coughing, however, it wasn’t a cough. It felt like someone was pulling him. The hands… Slime… Dripping down his shirt, but that’s what he thought. It isn’t real, right? But, but, why? Why is there blood on the ground dripping along with the color of the slime and rain? Tar? Ink? He thought hard. It could be tar. It was raining. But the blood. Blood. “w-w-who are-“ before the kid was cut off. “Shush little Jackie…” the creature said in its raspy voice. “I’ll make sure you are remembered…” the creature shined a bright smile. His throat was burning. “Ox-Oxygen...I need-“ He passed out. “You will be remembered.” he knew what that means. Death.

When you walk around the street you can see him with a mask that allows him to control. Allows him to follow the devils steps. He sees the gates of the underworld up here… And every footstep he takes it spreads

I have the Lack of sleep I sit there in my bed Startled… Dripping sounds come from my bathroom I let my dog lick my hand I fall asleep

I hear the dripping sounds. “ARGH THE FAUCET!” Again… I let my dog lick my hand..

Mom and dad are here. But are they? dripping sounds are still there… I’ve had enough. I go to the bathroom and I see my dog..skinned and a pool of blood sits below him.. I see a note that says “Humans can lick too!”

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About to preform the most dangerous feat. Sworn to protect, sworn to make his mind neat. But in its past was it him after all? With a smile on its face watching him suffer the fall No food for 20 years The gramma said “ protect the dears” the human jumps. The creature cuts the rope.