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Cyra smiled at his story, a little less violent as she would have liked from a man his age. Still smiling, she paused and picked up another large stick. "I was at school and this kid was trying to flush my head into a toilet so I broke his nose and snapped his neck, the warm blood from his nose made me like the taste of it so I went around the school with a mop handle I found and started killing off the teachers. Then I grabbed the limb of a particularly plump teacher and walked down the street eating her arm and sang the lollypop song. It was fun." She explained, mashing the branch against the nearest tree.

Rue laughed, "reminds me of my time back at the Wammy House. I'd kill people there, except I'd lie and say they went to play soccer and never came back," he remembered."I remember being your age, i was standing on the teachers desk with the teacher pinned to the chalkboard, and i sent staples through the old mans throat then punktered his eyes with ink pens. Oh how wonderful his blood had tasted to.." he said.


He looked down at the girl, "Though Your a lucky little bastard though" he said quietly. What did he mean?..

Cyra nodded, agreeing with his first statement. The older they are, the sweeter their blood. She thought in her head, his second statement making her come out of her temporary daydream. "What you mean?" She asked, tilting her head to the side a bit.

Rue looked at the ground and kicked a rock ahead of himself, "your free....no limits...no confinement, no restrictions" he said. "You have nobody always in your way.."