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  The tiny droplets of rain pouring down from the dark red night sky caused her to open her eyes as she took in a deep breath. She looked up at the sky from the dugged hole that she was sitting from, her legs dangling in it's darkness.

  The girl was contempting everything that had happened tonight as the rain continued pouring around her.

  Behind her, a few miles away from her was the school that she attended, well used to attend.

  It was closed for the night. Not a single person besides herself was in the area now, they all went to the comfort of their homes for the night.

  She liked watching the rain with a friend of hers, but they hated standing out in it.

  The two hated having their clothes wet and rain was usually a sign that something bad has happened or was going to happen, but when they watched it instead, they would feel a sense of peace, as if nothing was wrong in their lives.

  To the girl's friend, he would ignore the growing illness in his body, and to the girl herself, it meant that for once there would be nobody in her life that would bme her for just existing.

  For once, she was gd to be surrounded by rain, as it can wash off, everything that was on her, at least some of it that the rain can wash off.

  The girl looked down at the bandages on her knuckles, it had bits of blood splodge across it. She then looked down at the hole as she slowly got from the ground.

  The girl had been collecting her thoughts for the st few minutes. On her right hand was a marijuana cigerette, the sleeve from her shirt was forcefully ripped off and the exposed arm looked as though it was almost stabbed right through to her bone. She blew a puff of the cigerette before crushing it in the dark wet grass around her.

  She was surrounded by tall dark trees, the wilted leaves were slowly falling to make way to the incoming fall season.

  It was a small forest, yet the girl knew nobody comes here because of the wild stories people in her town made up involving the woods such as drug dealings, murders, ghost sightings, and other crazy shit to scare people from going in there.

  It was however deep enough that you can go in and out of them while doing a suspicious activity without anyone seeing you.

  The girl stood up, holding a shovel with her other bandaged arm, there was a scar leading up to the rest of her arm which was covered by the rest of the shirt that she wore.

  The tip of the shovel was covered with a bit of dried blood.

  The girl had white skin and short brown curly hair that was down due to the rain drenching it, and she had a hairclip to the side of her head, which was of a small carnation flower, she wore a yellow dress with a long white shirt underneath, with a pided yellow, white and bck pattern on both sides of her dress as well as a coller by the top of her shirt, she also wore white socks and bck shoes.

  Ghost sightings, the girl thought about one of the many reasons why people don't go into these woods.

  She thought that was stupid.

  She thought it was stupid that people thought ghosts were in these woods. Murders and drug dealings were more believable then that but the thought of ghosts pissed her off more so then scaring her.

  She approached a patch of dirt to resume digging, shaking her head so she can focus on the task at hand.

  In another pce, on the same rainy night and around the same time, four boys were staring at something in another forest, one of them was screaming in pain.

  What they were staring at was the man they had just killed.

  Two of the boys continued staring at the corpse while another was tending to the injured boy's side, his shoulder was bleeding, a part of the muscle in it being exposed and bulging a little, taking in the heat of the pain that was given to the boy, who was crying a stream of tears.

  The two boys, were brothers, and the other two were their friends.

  The boy with the injured shoulder looked like a complete mess emotionally, he was usually cheerful, but tonight a barrage of pain and fighting had changed his mood, but the other three boys didn't bme him for the state he was in, any of them would have felt the same way if their shoulder was bsted open by a gun.

  One of the boys staring at the corpse looked stunned, but not horrified, while the other that was standing the closest to the corpse finally looked away in disgust. The boy that turned away pushed the fedora that he wore in front of him to block out the view of the body.

  And he walked over to the boy with the horrified look, and grabbed his shoulder.

  "Hey." Haruo Machida spoke wearily, but calmly to Masaru Ogawa, the tter finally looked away from the body to look at Haruo instead.

  "It's, over now." Haruo assured Masaru, who's breath hitched as he looked down at his hands which were shaking in fear. Masaru, had never been in a fight this close ranged before.

  Masaru was a boy with white skin and pale short blond hair with a open brown leather jacket with a bck shirt and long dark pants and white shoes.

  He turned towards Haruo, whose bck hair was shaved to the point that only the middle of it remained to the back, this also showed both sides of his shaved head and his eye was scarlet, like the scales that covered parts of his body.

  Haruo also had white skin and also wore a soft dark shirt with small grey straps on the shoulders, exposing his arms. He also wore long dark leather pants with bck shoes and socks, as well as pierceings on both of his ears and a small bck stubble by his chin. He also wore an bck eyepatch covering the side of his face, it had two kanji symbols on them which read: δ??

  Haruo often wore accessories to keep certain parts of his body hidden from people, tonight however, they were torn to pieces besides his fedora, which had silver stripes at the side, as well as a silver line around the bottom of it.

  Without the other accessories, his arms and necks were exposed, exposing the scarlet scales covering them, for his neck, there was an small glowing orange pulse where his adams apple was supposed to be with scales covering all around there as well.

  Masaru's eyes were coloured gold, and the side of his bck shirt had been ripped open during, exposing what was underneath it, scales like Haruo's, only this time, they were pale peach like Masaru's eyes, unlike Haruo's scales however, small pnts were growing out between the scales that looked to be small roses, Masaru felt a great discomfort with them.

  Like the boys standing behind him, Masaru was on the verge of freaking out over the corpse behind Haruo, who knew that they needed to calm down if they wanted to leave this forest without getting caught by humans.

  If they did, it would be over for them, again.