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The Black Wolf :chapter six:"Speak of the devil" Black said.
"It's been a while, Black" The hooded person said.
"Red...have you found her yet?" Black ask
"Not yet but she is here somewhere" Red said pulling his hood off. Under the hood there a mask on his face. It have a fox face painted on it. "You still have that mask" Black said with a disappointed face. Red sighs and takes his mask off. Red have light green eyes and there a scar across his left eye. "That's better" Black said patting Red's head.
"Yeah I guess so" Red said entering the room.
"I kept watch on your Flame boy" Red said.
"Has anyone tried to get him?" Black ask.
"No...I think she knew that I watching out for him" Red reply pushing his grey hair back.
"I see" Black said rubbing her head.
"I need to ask you a question" Red ask facing Black.
"What?" Black ask.
"Why are you keeping that boy?" Flame ask placing his hands on Black's shoulders
"Cause" Black answer.
"Cause why?" Red ask.
"You wouldn't understand it" Black answer.
"Try me" Red said.
The Black Wolf :chapter five:"Why?" Black ask finally catch up with him.
"You need a place to stay, don't you" Flame reply
"Yeah, I guess" Black said. Both of them went silent. They reach at a tall building. "My place is number 10" Flame said opening the door.
"Alright" Black said entering in. There was a sign on the elevator door. "What's wrong with the elevator?" Black ask.
"Some dickheads broke it" Flame reply opening a door to the stairs.
"I see" Black said walking up the stairs.
"That had a crazy party and somehow broke the elevator" Flame said reaching the top of the stairs.
"I'm guessing that the owner kick them out" Black said.
"Yep" Flame reply opening a door. Both of them enter and walk down the hallway. At the end of the hallway there a door with the number ten on it. Flame pull out his keys. "I can't stay up tonight" Flame said putting his keys in the keyhole.
"Why not?" Black ask.
"Cause I have to be at school early" Flame said opening the door.
"Bummer" Black said sounding disappointed.
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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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