SynackysHellzAngel

It had been two long years since the murder of the rich man's son. People began to forget about him and the mysterious way he died.  This is where I tell my story of a long and dangerous adventure that took the life of many of my comrades. My name is Danika Ross and this is my story. Birds scattered in fear as the sun rose and a lone figure huffed as they sat upon a large stone by a pond filled with ducks, swans and frogs on Lilli pads. "I can't believe them. After everything that has happened and they still believe that there is nothing going on in this town. Eight children have already disappeared and seven have already died!" A frog stuck

Prologue Car horns screeched in the darkness, angry drivers shouting at one another. The little boy huddled on the grass only cowered into himself tightly, pressing the palms of his hands over his ears as if to block out the noise. He knew that he had to get home but he was too afraid. His father was a dangerous man and was not to be messed with and yet while he knew this…he still disobeyed him. Squeezing his shut he stud up and began to run in the opposite direction of all the noise. Making his way down the dirty street, he crammed his hands into his pockets, slinking into the shadows as to not be spotted by the local gang that had started

Prologue. Hi, my name is Josh Harley. I'm Twenty two and i live in Sunderland, England. I'm a detective that works for the Local Police Deartment. I look after my Friend Misha; she's in a coma at the local hospital. Let me tell you my story, why i'm here and why Micha is in a coma...

[Shh be quiet, you might piss somebody off.. Like me motherfucker, you've been at it for too long While you feed off others insecurities You stand in front of me and bite the hand that feeds !] I watch you standing there, laughing as you hurt him over and over and over again. Your eyes gleaming with the satisfaction that he's the one bleeding, blood crashing to the floor as you and your friends gather round him. Then jeering you on... I remember when i used to do that, used to hurt him like you do. Because he's different, because he's small, feminine, different music taste and he's "EMO". He's shy, has no confidence, hates sport, plays m