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Superheroesfanatic-IR wrote:Screetch saw the door open, he looked at her, and turned back round, wiping his tears, and grabbing an old hanky from his pocket... he blew into it... he couldnt bare to lok at kiki, he was a monster... he hurt a person... just how his mother got hurt... he lifted up his top and tried to wipe his eyes with it...
Nothing kiki... just nothing
Superheroesfanatic-IR wrote:Screetch continued to sob in the room...
Superheroesfanatic-IR wrote:Screetch disapparated... going to his room
Superheroesfanatic-IR wrote:Screetch sat in his room and went under his bed, he fetched out some old photos
Superheroesfanatic-IR wrote:He opened this book album...
Superheroesfanatic-IR wrote:Family Photo's
Screetch touched the picture of his mother in her younger days, she was sad in this picture after being siffered by hayfever, he missed her so much
Superheroesfanatic-IR wrote:Screetch touched the picture, and tried to wipe the tear off her face, but with all the magic he had, he couldnt... a tear dropped from his face, and splashed onto the page...
Superheroesfanatic-IR wrote:Superheroesfanatic-IR wrote:Screetch touched the picture, and tried to wipe the tear off her face, but with all the magic he had, he couldnt... a tear dropped from his face, and splashed onto the page...
There was no magic strong enough in the world that could bring back the dead, none that he knew of anyway, but screetch needed to become stronger, if he was stronger that day maybe he could of prevented his mother's death... he watched her die... in her hands.... his hands were covered in blood, his mother's blood...
