Snippet #2285351

"Run!" He yelled. The distress in his tone was obvious, yet he wanted to escape. He took all he had to escape this horrifying place. But, it was all to waste. Two soldiers, stood in horror, their legs shaking unbelievably fast, sweats streamed down their face. "No! Don't stand there! He'll get you!" He yelled, his arms reaching for the two cadet in horror, but suddenly, a large gushed of blood splatted onto his face. His eyes mimicking the two cadets, whose head was sliced and their lower half missing the torso. This time, it was his legs shaking. It was him sweating buckets and more importantly, he was the next to become the victim of the two cadet whose fate was met but his legs just wouldn't move. No matter how much he told his legs to move, it's just standing there, shaking crazily, until a dark figure covered his shadow. His blade fell to the ground, his hands doing the same movement his legs were doing. The figure closed in onto him, the shaped reflecting in his eyes, and with the scream of the young sergeant, blood splatted.

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A titled that looked as if the pen used too much ink, and the ink just continued running down the words written. 'Death Awaits' was what the title wrote. A lone dark room, and a Rey sitting close to the screen was seen. He hugged his pillow very tightly, and his eyes obviously locked onto the movie, and when it ended, the lights went back up. He stretched his whole body, throwing the pillow as a result. It landed on his bed perfectly, as Rey closed the TV and yawned. The battles outside seemed as if it never interrupted him. "Well, another movie watched." He said, as he landed on his pillow, eyes quickly closing. "Another.... 5.... more... to... go.."