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     My breath comes out in frantic short bursts. Thoughts pounding like a drum ring throughout my mind, as my lungs burn like a wildfire.

         People told me time and time again that what happened wasn't my fault. Hell my Grandad is an ex- serial killer, and he agreed. But it doesn't mean I blame myself any less for what happened. I could see and feel everything, and yet I was powerless.

   I couldn't let that monster get away for what they did. Before and now. I promise myself when I find them I will kill them. No mercy what so ever. They are going to get everything they deserve.

     Maybe this fuels me to chase after the monster, still hearing their sick twisted laugh from ahead of me. I feel the cool metal object press against my hip through my jeans. Yes, they are truly getting what they deserve.

     I can practically hear my parents, and grandparents screaming for me to come back, "Don't be such an idiot!", from our house as I run out the door. I can feel Grandad's  ice-blue eyes burn holes into my back as he tries to calm Grampa down. My Mom and Dad's eyes plead me not to go, but even they knew their was no point in stopping me.

    My name is Nate Ryan Quinn. I go by Quinn though. I am a third generation murderer, killer, whatever you want to call it. This is my story.

Well what do you know? I'm back! This was a small introduction to Come Out, Come Out, Where Ever You Are. Yeah that title is a mouthful but I love it! If you couldn't tell this is a flash forward and the next chapters will be talking about the past up to this moment in time and so on. I hope you all enjoy as this will be my last work on this account after that I shall never write on here again! Hope I didn't keep you all waiting for too long ;-) Love you!Updates might be slow seeing as I am incredibly busy, I will try my best

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