- "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten your dead" those were the last words i heard when i was alive. You might be wondering how could i be writing this if im dead? Well think of it as a second chance except no one can hear you or see you. Let me start at the beginning. I wake up on a Saturday morning and to the top of my building then bam! I get hit by a car on a rooftop! now all you who think death is some skeleton in a robe with a scythe your wrong, right about the scythe wrong about the skeleton. for one death is a girl about 15-16 and is kind of chatty. She sent me back and now i have to kidnap a person who i have no idea who she is.
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- | Submitted on 09/05/2010 |
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- Title: Kidnapping is not a good job
- Artist: deathshadow13
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- Date: 09/05/2010
- Tags: kidnapping good
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