Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
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[TWELVE]
Ok, so here is what we figured out: We had to kill Haus, no matter how long it takes us. We have to kill him. Duh, but I mean, we can't wait for him to attack, we have to attack him! But how?
"Didn't that doctor say he was immortal?" I pointed out and they both nodded.
"You caught that, huh?" Tabra said and I nodded.
"Well, he is."
"How? Is he a God or the son of Nicholas Flamel or...what?" I was hoping they'd tell me.
And they did.
"Haus is a vampire."
"Ohhhhhhhh....." I said and they nodded. "No matter he didn't die. Bullets don't kill the vampire(s) they just hurt like hell to them."
They both nodded.
"So, we all agree on staking this mother effer or stabbing him with some pointy object in the coração right?" I said and they nodded again.
"We going with a stake or sword or knife?" I asked.
"All of the above. We all gear up with the essentials: guns, rope, etc. And then gear up with Haus's essentials: garlice juice, holy water, stakes, pointy objects, crosses, silver chains, cruz bows, you name it." Jerek said.
"Oh, ok. What weapon do I get?" I wanted a stake with a cross-bow. Slayer in one hand, bunda kicker in the other, you know?
"You choose." Jerek said and I decided on the regular gear along with the stake and cross-bow.
"Alright," Tabra said. "We need to tell the others about this battle, right?"
"Yes, which is why we are gonna' throw a meeting right." Jerek took our bowls, placed them in each of them so they'd be a little stack, put the three spoons in the topo, início bowl, and went into the room outside of his.
Jerek gathered everyone, and had them sit in front of him as he stood.
"We have an important matter of discussion." Jerek began, and we all listened.
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
_______________________________
[TWELVE]
Ok, so here is what we figured out: We had to kill Haus, no matter how long it takes us. We have to kill him. Duh, but I mean, we can't wait for him to attack, we have to attack him! But how?
"Didn't that doctor say he was immortal?" I pointed out and they both nodded.
"You caught that, huh?" Tabra said and I nodded.
"Well, he is."
"How? Is he a God or the son of Nicholas Flamel or...what?" I was hoping they'd tell me.
And they did.
"Haus is a vampire."
"Ohhhhhhhh....." I said and they nodded. "No matter he didn't die. Bullets don't kill the vampire(s) they just hurt like hell to them."
They both nodded.
"So, we all agree on staking this mother effer or stabbing him with some pointy object in the coração right?" I said and they nodded again.
"We going with a stake or sword or knife?" I asked.
"All of the above. We all gear up with the essentials: guns, rope, etc. And then gear up with Haus's essentials: garlice juice, holy water, stakes, pointy objects, crosses, silver chains, cruz bows, you name it." Jerek said.
"Oh, ok. What weapon do I get?" I wanted a stake with a cross-bow. Slayer in one hand, bunda kicker in the other, you know?
"You choose." Jerek said and I decided on the regular gear along with the stake and cross-bow.
"Alright," Tabra said. "We need to tell the others about this battle, right?"
"Yes, which is why we are gonna' throw a meeting right." Jerek took our bowls, placed them in each of them so they'd be a little stack, put the three spoons in the topo, início bowl, and went into the room outside of his.
Jerek gathered everyone, and had them sit in front of him as he stood.
"We have an important matter of discussion." Jerek began, and we all listened.
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