I look up at my brother with blood dripping from my mouth I smirk at him as he strikes me with his sword....
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"S-So this-s is how I go out...by my own brother ironic" I state spitting out blood as I speak...
I lay there bleeding out I pray that someone to help me but this world is cruel...
I let the cold embrace of death take me....but a cruel jest has been performed when my eyes open again...
I awaken in an alley as I look up at the sky to see a pentagram floating in the sky I hear carnage and death surrounding me...
I continue to observe everything that is going on around me but I feel something tingle I look at where my legs are and I see my legs are made of metal...
I look at my hands they are not flesh but metal I scream hoping this was all a dream...
I noticed at my feet are a blade and a handful of shurikens...
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I pick up the shurikens and they go into the cracks in my hand I still am not used to this...thing I am now.
I pick up my blade and I put it on my back I guess I need a place to stay till I get my bearings...
