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 Chapter 1, On The Run.
Brandon
Posted: Sep 23 2008, 04:47 AM


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"How do we dispose of this one, sir?"

He couldn't move. Restrained at the wrists and ankles to the cold metal wall. His eyes were covered with a blindfold, and his head held back to the wall by a single strap. Virtually impossible to move.

"What do you mean," asked a second voice.
"As soon as we take him down to destroy him," the first man said, "he'll mess with our heads."

Listening was all he could do at the moment, and it may be the only thing that could keep him alive.

"I can't believe you got us in this mess!"
"Oh, just calm down."
"You did the right thing, for once."

One of the man moved closer to him, hearing him say something out loud. He was close enough to feel the man's breath on his face.

"What the fuck did you say?" The man asked angrily.

"I'm gonna kill you."
"Sorry, I didn't say anything I swear!"

"Nice day we're having, huh?"

The man hit him across the face. He surely felt it, but had no way of doing anything about it. A grin flickered across his face as the man walked away.

"So boys, whats the plan?"


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Chelsea
Posted: Sep 25 2008, 03:02 AM


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The sun was setting on New York City. A little girl sat on a curb, staring intently at a small slice of bread in her hands. Her clothes were quite a bit too large for her, and her face was dirty. She did not move much at all, just kept her eyes focused on the bread, pausing every few moments to shake her head, or her hands, and then refocus, staring even more intently every time. Finally, she shut her eyes, and a scowl creased her face. She cursed under her breath. "Fuck."

A woman passing near her heard, and gave her a reproachful look, but the girl payed her no mind. She tore a chunk off the slice, and pushed it into her mouth as she stood and began walking away. She was so sick of practice. Work had been frustrating today, and she didn't want to think anymore. It was so hard to focus in general, at this age, let alone on trying to develop a power she barely had.

Passing an alley, she considered making use of it to return to her usual age, but remembered at the last second that she needed bigger clothes first. She continued around the corner and entered an apartment building with a shabby green door. Standing on tiptoe, she swiped her keycard at the scanner on the second door, to let herself in to the stairs, and began climbing up to the fourth floor, apartment 4. She let herself in, taking another bite of bread as she surveyed her small apartment. It wasn't remotely pretty, but she kind of liked it, in the way you kind of like that weird kid at school. The place didn't really bother her, though it may have bothered other people, and it had sort of a strange appeal to it. She had always kind of planned on living a solitary kind of lifestyle, in an apartment in the city, and in that sense, she had got her wish. But thinking back on the events that led her here, she couldn't help but be incredibly dissatisfied with the way things had turned out. She missed her friends, and feared for them, and feared for herself, and feared that something unexpected and terrible would happen one day, and upset everything even more.

She stalked her way into the small bedroom, grabbing a larger sized change of clothes. She put them on and stumbled her way to the mirror, holding up the pantlegs so she wouldn't trip. She never liked watching this happen, because it scared her every time, but lately she'd been forcing herself. There was a growing part of her that really didn't want to be afraid of this... thing she could do.

The mirror reflected the image of a little girl for no more than a few seconds, before she felt the weight in her stomach, like always, and the stretching at the edges of her skin. She watched, swallowing the sick feeling, as the picture of the little girl in the mirror slowly warped and expanded to that of a woman in her early twenties. It didn't hurt her, but it certainly felt strange, and she stretched, and cracked her neck. Even after the years, she was still not entirely used to the feeling. After straightening her 23 year old clothes, she walked back out to the kitchen, and grabbed another piece of bread from the box on the counter before moving to the window.

The sun had all but set on New York City. 23-year-old Chelsea Stearns sat in her apartment window, staring intently down at the strangers in the street below, holding on to the hope that one day, preferably soon, a friendly face would grace the sea of unfamiliarity, and all of this would go away. Maybe one day, everything would go back to normal. Maybe one day, if she hoped hard enough, they could all get their lives back.


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Brandon
Posted: Sep 25 2008, 04:34 AM


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"Brandon McIlvene."

The sound of his name made his nose twitch. It had been years since he had contact with anyone who knew who he was. The bands around his ankles and wrists were starting to get irritating, and he could feel the sweat forming under the band that held his head back against the wall. There was immense energy in the room, and he could feel it.

"That's your name, is it not," the man asked. "Brandon McIlvene, from New Hampshire, am I right?"

Brandon took slow, deep breaths, keeping himself calm. "No," he muttered, "Brandon's dead." His hands balled into fists, but it was a useless gesture. The energy from the second man moved closer to him. He could feel the warmth of it on his skin.

"Do it."
"No, don't!"

"Shut up."

Warmth grew as the man moved closer to him. It sent vibrations down his body, every inch sensing the energy that was nearly upon him. The sound of something hitting metal echoed by his ear, which he assumed the man had punched the wall beside him.

"Excuse me, what did you say?"

Brandon grinned. "I said to shut the fuck up." And it happened as planned, another fist towards his face. Sensing the energy, Brandon opened one of his clenched fists, stopping the mans fist in place. He didn't need to see his expression to know what was running through his mind. Brandon let out a laugh, and without much effort, used the mans energy to blast both men in the room backwards into the opposing wall. The sound of bodies hitting floor satisfied him.

Footsteps soon emerged from nowhere, moving about the room. For a split second, the room fell silent and motionless. A light 'click' was heard from the back of the room, and the bands around his wrists, ankles, and head retracted into the wall. Brandon fell to one knee on the floor. Without hesitation, he pulled the blindfold from his face, looking towards the man who released him. To most, it would be a shocking sight, but he was use to it.

Standing before him was an exact replica of himself. Getting to his feet, Brandon nodded. "Well done." As he turned from the copy, it's body vaporized into a cloud of blue energy, which vanished instantly. Brandon eyed the two men on the floor, one in which had regained consciousness and was watching him intently. Before the man had a chance to react, Brandon held his hand out towards the man. A cloud of blue energy poured from his eye sockets, floating before Brandon's eyes. He held out his hand, the energy forming a ball which hovered just above it. "Thanks."

The man became lifeless, and Brandon moved towards the door, the energy absorbing into his hand. "Lets get out of here boys."


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Justin
Posted: Sep 26 2008, 12:27 AM


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Justin leaned against the side of the large brick building at the mouth of the alleyway. In his left hand, a cup of hot cocoa, his right hidden in his jacket. It was the time of busy day that he liked. Easy to get lost in, but not to hard to move through. Not that anything was hard to get through to him.

It was getting late. The sun had set, and a cool glow of the light it left flew across the sky. The smog from the city devoured most of the color, but it was still noticeable. Justin just stayed there, occasionally sipping out of his cup that seemed to never go empty. After the walking crowd died down to only a few people here and there, he threw away his cup in a near trash can and walked down the alley.

After the many complications that occurred after his arrival in the great city of New York, Justin kept to himself. He didn't like people because he knew they wouldn't like him.

When he reached the dead end of the alley he paused. He wasn't really waiting, but relaxing. After a few minutes of the only sound being the city beyond, he made an abrupt motion. He threw his hands to the wall, his right arm being revealed as a metal arm. He focused on the wall, and a circular section of the wall rose to reveal a stairway leading into the ground. Justin looked to see that no one was looking and continued down to his home, shutting the hole, leaving no evidence of its existence.


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Pat
Posted: Sep 28 2008, 01:00 PM


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Patrick walked down the street just like every other night, nothing had changed. Same crack in the sidewalk, same flickering street light, same old lady yelling at her television in the apartment above. It was always the same, nothing had changed for the last five years. He hoped it stayed that way, he would prefer a boring life like this, to finding out more people like him were captured. Mainly his friends that he had not seen or spoken to since New York City.

God I hope they're all okay. "I feel so fucking helpless." With this thought he punched the wall beside him. A few flames trickled up the wall.

"HEY Buddy, you alright there?" A few men had walked up behind him.

"Yea, fine."

"See, I don't think so. I can see something's bothering you, maybe I can help. Take your mind off whatever is bothering you." Patrick saw the guy reach into his coat pocket and pull out a gun. "Yea I saw that fire, and I think your one of those freaks everyone is looking for. I think I could make some good money off your ass if I turned you in." The three men behind him laughed.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"What are you going to do, give me a sun burn?"

Patrick slowly walked up as the guy raised his gun and pointed it at the Patrick's chest. The barrel of the gun started to warp and melt, then the guy dropped the burning weapon and watched has his gun lay twisted on the ground.

"GET HIM!"

In an eruption of flames Patrick sky rocketed up, leaving the four would be kidnapper's in world of flames. Patrick paused for a moment to watch the four men rolling on the ground, trying to subdue the flames.

"Ass holes."

With a quick burst Patrick flew off into the night.


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Brandon
Posted: Sep 29 2008, 12:55 AM


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Collapsed bodies lay motionless along the hall, and at the end of it, Brandon flung open a locker. He removed a dark brown leather coat and threw it on. Snagging the gun from the shelf above, he slipped it into the back of his jeans, obscuring it from view with the jacket. As he turned, he was looking directly into the eyes of himself, as if a mirror had been placed there. Pushing it to the side, he retraced his steps to the back of the hall, and slipped out through a door, the copy staying behind.

"It's only a matter of time before they notice."
"Better run."

Brandon began at a run, weaving in and out of the debris that little the back ally. It was wet and smelled highly of garbage. A smell worth getting use to in this city. Slowing, Brandon walked around the corner and into the middle of the city. He eyed Time Square, or rather...what remained of the building.

"Poor bastards..."

Shaking his head, he slipped on his white hat and began down the street. The slight drizzle felt nice, especially after having been strapped to a wall and about to die.

"Six times."
"What...?"
"Captured six times. We really need to be more careful."
"Maybe WE should come up with better plans then, dumb ass."

A passerby looked at him as if he was just called a dumb ass, but he kept walking. After a bit of walking, Brandon came to a stop, hearing some sort of commotion. Turning to see where it came from, four men were rolling on the ground, somehow on fire. Without thinking to help them, Brandon looked up into the sky.

"Fire...I wonder if that's..."
"If that's who?"
"Oh, uh...never mind."

Lowering his head, Brandon continued down the street in silence.


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Chelsea
Posted: Sep 29 2008, 02:21 AM


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Chelsea wondered whether she would ever find a solution to needing an extra change of clothes whenever she changed ages. People would probably look strangely at a small girl with pants as big as her body, or a full grown woman with a shirt only as big as her head. She would have to figure out how to change that in the future.

In the meantime, however, she had changed back into her child-sized clothes, and headed back out onto the street, becoming bored with sitting around indoors. She sat on the front steps of her apartment building, watching the stragglers heading home, or out, or wherever they went at night. She enjoyed this, watching people. It relaxed her.

There was also the benefit of getting to see if she knew any of the people. Benefit, she scoffed inwardly, It's hardly a benefit. You get so worked up at every brief resemblance. All this causes you is excess stress. Plus, how would you even know them if you saw them? Last you knew, they were teenagers. Everyone's grown now. She looked down at her 9-year-old self and smiled wryly. Well... maybe not everyone.

Chelsea sat comfortably for some time, thoughts wandering to happier times, when, for a brief moment, the cool night air brought the sound of shouting, and the smell of smoke, from not too far away. She thought about going back inside, just in case this was something bad. Something compelled her to stay outside, however, and she sat still, waiting to see if something would come of this.


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Posted: Sep 29 2008, 03:27 AM


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Justin walk in complete darkness. He had taken these stairs many times. He knew how many there were, how far apart they were, how high they were. Everything. He had made them, anyway.

When he got to the last step, he put his right arm to the wall. There was a small click, as if something in the wall had moved into place, and a light went on in the center of the ceiling in a small room. At the back end, a rickety bed that seemed to come from some old dumpster, on the right, a small stone box-like stove that seemed to be used for heat and cooking, and on the left, a small table with a smaller T.V. set on top of it. It hadn't been since yesterday when he finally figured out how to steal the cable from people who live above him, and he was glad he finally had use for it.

Justin walked to the back after turning on the T.V. to his bed. His neighbors had Direct T.V., so he was constantly surfing through the movie channels to see what was on. When he finally changed the channel to watch 'That 70's Show', he put his head on his ratty old pillow, and stared up at his ceiling. A particular part of the ceiling, where he knew that if he worked his magic on it, a small shaft would lead up to the underside of the floor of his neighbors apartment. After all, he didn't have a bathroom in his small room of despair.

Justin watched as the camera view moved around in a circle to each member of the circle on the show. Because he wasn't fully paying attention, he didn't understand a word Fes was saying, but even the slight reminder of a group of friends being happy together started to get to him. So he got up, turned off his T.V. and his light, and continued to make his way outside for a walk. he checked the peep hole he made in one of the bricks of the building before making his door open and close for him.

As he walked his way to the end of the alley, he looked both ways, wondering where he should take his walk. He didn't really plan on going anywhere particular, although he did think in the back of his mind that he only took walks like this to see if he could ever find a familiar face.

He decided to go left, towards the more populated part of the big city. As he walked, there seemed to be more and more people each minute. When he got to a not so familiar part of the city, he decided to take a break. He leaned up against the wall and waited. As he waited, he realized that he hadn't been caught doing anything 'special' lately. He wanted to get caught at least 3 times a month to see if he can find anyone special... or familiar. So he figured he'd pick up a rock and pretend that he could turn stones into marbles by making it into a circle, so they don't put him anywhere special. He picked up a nearby rock, lifted it in the air, and was about to say the magic words when...

A little girl across the street caught his eye. He felt as if he had seen her somewhere before. It couldn't have been anyone he actually knew, but the familiarity was too intense to let go. He put his arms to his side, dropped his rock to the ground, and just stood there... staring.


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Posted: Sep 29 2008, 04:28 AM


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Brandon came to a stop just outside the main streets of the city. Still populated, but not as much. He pressed his back up against a black Honda Civic and looked to the ground. He had closed his eyes and was taking in the energy around him. To him, it was as if he could see through his eyelids. Energy took the form of its user, and he could sense energy. But there were two in the area that didn't feel like the rest of them.

Opening his eyes, Brandon looked to his right. A small girl sat rather still, looking in the direction he had just walked from. And across the street he noticed a young man watching the child. Rather suspicious, but again, not at all odd in a place like New York. But they were different somehow.

"That girl...look at all of that energy."
"Something is different with her," he said aloud, as if someone was beside him.
"Just leave her."
"No, that energy...such power. Take it."


"Give it a rest!" Brandon pulled his hat off and tossed it to the side, walking into the middle of the street. As he did, two of his copies appeared behind him. He turned to face them.

"I know what you're doing," Brandon said to the angry looking one. "This is MY body. MY power. And I will not kill for people's power. Not like Sylar did to my friends!"

Just as Brandon turned to get away from the copies, a truck was just inches from his face. Quickly he had flung his hand out in front of him. The copies seemingly absorbing into his body, Brandon let out a blast of energy, forming some sort of bubble around his body. The truck hit the bubble, stopping the truck instantly in it's place. The shocked driver instantly floored the truck in reverse, speeding out of sight. Releasing the bubble, Brandon stumbled back, blood dripping from his nose.

"Still need to..." he said, tripping over the curb, "work on that one." With that, Brandon fell backwards onto the side walk, unconscious.


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"I am so sick of fucking ass holes thinking they can take me on. Next time one of those douche bags tries to take me I might not be so forgiv...." What was that?

All of a sudden Patrick heard a huge crash like a truck hit a brick wall. He flew down and landed on a nearby to investigate. There was a crowd of people all huddled around this one man, laying unconscious on the ground. The nose of the truck was all bashed in but Patrick didn't see anything around that would cause that. No other cars were there, and the truck was no where near a building.

That's a bit weird. "I don't get it."

With that he walked to the edge, swung his legs over the side and sat down. "Give me some popcorn and some soda and I'll be set." I want to figure out that's going on, hell I have nothing better to do.


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Kyra pulled her hood down farther over her eyes at the slight drizzle. She walked down the street, eyes downcast.

Blech. I don't like rain. So distracting.

She started to draw the water out of her eyes and off her face, then stopped herself.

"Bad." She muttered softly.

She settled for using her sweatshirt sleeve and stopped for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw something streak across the sky.

"What the fuck?" A moment later she let out a yelp at the sound of metal screaming. She spun around to see the nose of a truck bent out of shape and a young man collapsing to the ground.

"Oh my God... What the fuck?" She pulled off her hood and looked around. There was something eerily familiar about the man lying now unconscious on the ground. She started to take a few steps toward the man and stopped.

Why do I seem to know him...?

She turned and looked around again. On a nearby she saw something that made her jaw drop.

"That's impossible. That's... It can't be..."

It appeared to be a ball of fire, and when it touched down a young man was standing there. He swung his legs over and sat down along the edge. Kyra remembered to breathe after a moment and felt a tear mingle with the rain on her face.

"He's still alive and safe. The others may be too."

She threw her hood back on and took off at a run.


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Chelsea stayed alert, watching, waiting, for something to come from around that corner, but nothing came but wanderers. She frowned, and turned back, and found herself staring at a young man across the street, who was staring at her. He put down a rock he had been holding, not taking his eyes from her, and just stood there. She shivered, and looked away. Welcome to New York, city of creepers.

But there was something about him. Different.

Familiar?

She looked back at him, and this time did not look away. Even with her young eyes, before her vision completely went in her teens, she still could not see so well that far across the street.

Shouting from where she had been looking before caught her ear, and she turned to look. A man was standing by a car, throwing his hat to the ground.

"Give it a rest!" he yelled, and began stalking down the road, but was stopped by... Two copies of himself.

Chelsea lurched to her feet, not caring who she drew the attention of, at the moment. It couldn't be. It couldn't be. It absolutely couldn't be. ...Could it?

She started down the stoop, momentarily forgetting about the man who had been watching her, and started jogging toward this other man who might be...

"Brandon?" she asked loudly, almost yelling. She was overwhelmed. This would mean everything. This would mean that these years hadn't been wasted, that she had finally found a friend.

She saw the truck too late. She was about to cross the street when it came barreling towards him. She stopped, and shut her eyes, not willing to see her hopes crushed in such a violent manner, but when she heard the screech of crunching metal, rather than that of someone being hit, she opened them again, to see this man absorbing some kind of bubble back into him, before collapsing on the sidewalk. A crowd of people rushed to him, and she backed off, slowly walking back in the direction of her stoop, resisting the urges to see if he was alright, and if he was Brandon. Last I checked, Brandon couldn't do THAT, though... She shook that thought away. She would view from back here, from a safe distance, so she could get back home easily if she needed to. Casting a furtive glance around her, she backed up into the wall of the nearest building, and sat, and waited.


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Posted: Sep 30 2008, 02:45 AM


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To Justin, the girls face was so familiar, it frightened him.

I don't know any children... not any around here, anyway...

Justin looked away after the little girl noticed his staring. After a few seconds, he turned to see the little girl was now staring at him. Justin felt like he was about to get an answer , when the little girl abruptly stood up, and ran down the sidewalk. Justin searched to see what she was doing when he saw a quick image of another familiar face.

"Bran-"! Justin was cut off by the sight of a truck bashing into what he thought to be one of his dear long lost friends. It took him a few seconds to realize that the man who he thought to be someone he knew had formed some sort of shield bubble, which absorbed all the damage the truck would've done to him. After a few seconds, the man fell to the ground, seeming unconscious.

Justin had to act fast. He looked around to see who had seen what had happened, which turned out to be everyone. He ran over to the unconscious body before any sort of 'bounty hunter' could. It was Brandon alright. He seemed slightly more aged by the many years he must've spent running and hiding from the world. Justin felt his arm as he thought of the toll he was forced to pay.

Justin knew he wouldn't be able to bring him far with his what he began to know as a handicap. He turned around, seeing that many of the people in the crowd were starting to figure out what had happened. As they came closer, Justin threw his metal arm under his jacket, and formed part of it into a sword, leaving his fingers in tact just in case he would need them.

If this is another fucking dream, I'm turning myself in for good.


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Posted: Sep 30 2008, 03:19 AM


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Brandon forced himself into a sitting position, his eyes still closed. So much energy in one area only meant one thing, people were starting to gather. He opened his eyes, looking around. Everything felt like it was spinning, and his head was pounding with pain. He wiped the blood from his nose, looking towards the girl who was sitting across the street. But before he could do anything, he heard shouting of people running his way.

"Over there!"
"It's one of them!"

Forcing himself to his feet, he turned only to be facing someone he'd presumed to be dead; Justin. Confused, he staggered back but caught himself. "I'm totally losing my mind now..."

"Run, quickly!"
"No, kick their asses. Don't let them take you alive."

"Just...shut up..." he growled from between his teeth.

He looked towards Justin, trying to shake off his confusion. "If that is you, Jay...you should...run."

Turning to face the shouting, Brandon, braced himself. A slight look of insanity crept over his face. Two copies appeared from no where, one standing on each side of him. The crowd jumped back a few feet, startled at the appearance of the copies. Four men stepped through the crowd, stopping directly in front of them.

"You're coming with us, freak."

Brandon smirked, raising an eyebrow. The two clones on his sides crossed their arms and made the same expression.

"Lets do this!"
"Let's dance."

The men ran at them, but they stood their ground. He let out a laugh, watching as they grew closer and closer. "Do it, boys." The clones jumped forward, bursting into four balls of energy. The spheres directed themselves to each of the four men, slamming them into the chest. Their bodies flew backwards into the crowd, knocking some people over. A second later, the orbs returned to his side, taking the likeness forms once more.

"What, all done?"


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Posted: Sep 30 2008, 07:15 AM


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Sitting from his perch high above the street Patrick could see everything, including the crowd that was quickly gathering around this man. We watched with interest as yet another young man quickly ran up.

People were starting to shout, yelling at the man.

I wish I had some popcorn, at least a drink because this is getting interesting.

"Over there!"
"It's one of them!"

All of a sudden the strange man got up and two exact copies appeared. Patrick was astonished, shocked. "Holy Shit it's him."

Patrick got to his feet quickly and leaped off the building, not bothering to ignite until the last second and sped off to the crowd. At this point he didn't care who saw him, no one could recognize his face and Brandon was here with him. He didn't have to take on the entire world alone now.

Patrick stopped above the crowd and hovered for a few seconds before he saw the same four guys gingerly get up from a pile of people.

"Didn't I just take care of you assholes? I mean seriously, I think I may have melted what little brains you have to mush." With that Patrick shot four fireballs at once, nailed each one of them square in the chest. "This time, it would be wise to stay there."



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