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Intro to RoguesI pulled the hood on my robe up over my head. I didn't need anyone knowing that I was here. I silently slipped into one of the back alleys and picked up my pace to a run. I glanced over my shoulder as I ducked around a corner. I pushed my body against the wall breathing heavily, I looked back again and watched at the man in the trench coat walked by the end of the alley.
I sat down and put my hands on my head. What have I done. My life would never be the same again
Percival the living nightmare part 10I squeezed myself close to Drake as I looked up at the ceiling. It was amazing all the sounds Feature could pick up, even though he was blind without his mirrors all of his other senses were amazing. I shifted uncomfortably as I moved myself under the table pulling Drake behind me. I could just see the dulled glow of his eyes under the table, but at least no one coming in would be able to see them.
I held my breath as I heard a loud bang on the land, probably the rock in the statues entrance, there was another and then what sounded like talking as footsteps hurried themselves down the stairs. I saw the glowing cobwebs move down the room and attaching themselves to the door, looking like a dusty old thing that hadn’t been touched in years. Thus leaving the room looking deserted of anything of anyone, just like some old plan for an underground city that was never completed.
There was more shuffling of feet across the rocks outside, I could hear they were closed now. I watched the s
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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