Miguel stood before the mirror and tried to see why he did not look okay to himself today. He tried mais hair gel for his spikes. Still not right. His braces shined in the sunlight just rising above the horizon almost blinding him. "Stupid sunlight..." he whispered. It rose, but it was still very cold outside. Freezing even. A chill ran down his back and he whispered to the person that he felt was watching him, "I can feel you, your warmth. I know your there." He smiled...
Last nigh something or someone had awoken him in the most violent way possible. It was like the...
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