Blood seeped from my father's wound and surrounded him in a semi-large puddle like fashion. I clenched my jaw and slowly walked towards his face and looked him dead in the eyes. He had only pain and sadness in his eyes as they were slowly glazing over. I set a red and black colored rose on his chest before picking up his sword and laying it on his chest beside the flower and layed his hands on the handle. I observed his figure for a moment before turning and walking away, ignoring the looks I received from Slenderman and his goons as they all stood still.
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Mr. No Name
FanfictionMr. No Name is a thirteen year old kid. He is bullied alot by the others in school and he is a nameless child. Mr. No Name is mute, but he is still very good with words. How will his story turn out? For the worst? Or for the best? Read to find out w...
