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located in Father's Estate, a part of Father's Puppets, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Blade's feet hit the hard marble floor.
Running. Running. Running
Thats all that went through Blade's head as his arms pumped fast at his side. He ran down a long white hallway that seemed to never end.
His throat felt dry like desert sand. He licked his sandpaper lips as he saw a small white door at the end of the hallway with a gold sparkling nob. Blade concentrated on the door as if his life depended on it. He ran to the door turning the nob furiously, but to no appeal. The door was locked Blade turned around his back sliding against the door as he sat down, he knew this was the end for him.
Blade looked up to see a pistol in his face being holded by a big muscular man his red hair and freckles sticking out like sharks in the water. He pressed the gun to Blade's head.
Blade shivered slightly as he felt the cold metal between his eyebrows. He locked eye's with the man unable to looke anywhere lese. A smile slowly creeped on the albino's face. Blade wanted to look away from the man's cold, unforgiving eye's and smiles, but he couldn't. Suddenly the man's features changed to a dark man with thick black braids taveling down to the man's shoulder. He looked totally different than the first guy yet they had the same smile and the same unforgiving cold eye's. Then the man changed to a woman with short silky blonde hair and darks blue eye's, another woman appeared with brown wavy hair and lightly brown eye's. Blade couldn't understand why, but he reconized these people.
Another woman appeared then a short guy with a shaved head and black eye's. Lastly a kid appeared, he looked the age of seven. All these people looked different yet they all shared the same skin crawling smile.
The young boy's brown eye's and chestnut brown hair along with the evil smile gave him an eerie look.
Blade's eye's widened as soon as he saw the kid, he opened his mouth as if to screen as he realized where he knew these people from.
"You killed me, along with all the people I loved, now its my turn. I'm going to kill you." The young's boy mouth's moved as he said this line, a line that seemed familar to Blade like he had heard it a million times.
The kid's head tilted slightly the he pulled the trigger.

Blade sat up in his bed the white sheets wrapped around him, he was drenched in sweat. He ran a hand through his sticky hair that stuck to his forehead and neck. He dug his palms into his eye's.
Why couldn't he gain control of his power this was the fourth time it had back fired on him.
He got up from his bed slightly falling as he, tried to forget the horrible nightmare. He dug his nails into his palms.
He was a horrible person.