Argh, this is just a random story that came up from my mind after playing and watching horror movies with zombies and supernatural in it.

OH NOES, I AM TURNING INTO A DESTINY! NUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!

Its just that I got stuck writing the other stories, and new chapters can come up randomly such as this. Don’t worry, its that I gots t3h block. D:

I just hope this isn’t too cliched or whatnot.

Enjoy?

The sun was setting over the continent of Victoria. Dusk, or what the Dungeon sages say, heralds the emergence of supernatural, hyper-natural even. On the streets of Kerning, a hooded dark shadow glided swiftly on the walls of buildings, two teenaged rogues were chasing after it.

One rogue was of roughly the shorter and stockier of the two. He was equipped with a custom made claw from ‘JM from tha streetz’ which he held two intricately designed throwing stars known as the Kumbi. His Pao outfit flapped along with the wind as he dodged passers-by clumsily while his eyes were focused on the shadow.

The other was slender, the taller of the two. She carried a rusty panlid on her right arm, and wielded a Forked dagger, easily bought from a weapons shop anywhere in Kerning. The Sneak outfit she wore clung tightly to her skin, allowing her to run faster than her shorter counterpart.

“Mark, get ready to throw your stars!”

“Got it, Sis!”

The shorter rogue, Mark, scrambled to get a vial out of his pocket. In his haste, the vial slipped off his gloved hands and fell onto the pavement with a ear piercing smash.

“MARK!” Irritation filled the female rogue’s voice.

Mark halted in his tracks as the vial which contained holy water blessed by the Priests of Ellinia smashed into pieces right before his eyes. “Oh crap.” He said bluntly and tried to coat his Kumbi stars with the remaining puddle of holy water which evaporated faster than normal water.

Mark then withdrew another vial. But this time, it contained a red, thick liquid which he drank down in one big mouthful.

He felt as if he was lighter, and able to run much more faster than his previous self. Mark took off, claw and Kumbi stars wet with holy water.

The shadow kept racing on the walls, right into a dead end. The female thief smirked, “Hah, nice try ghostie.”

The shadow ‘stood’, or more specifically, floated on the wall. It seemed as a standoff was inevitable at this point. Mark reached his sister’s side, panting.

“Mark, ya’ ready?”

“As always, Sammy”

Both thieves took on a crouched stand, like tigers getting ready to pounce on a prey. The shadow floated still, as if anticipating their move.

Mark made his move first, flinging two dripping wet Kumbi stars at the shadow.

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Its okay if you don’t like this, I’m just ‘practicsing’ my writing skills as I promised my English teacher. XD