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+ 4	THE DEMON (part 5)
+ 3	THE DEMON (PART 4)
+ 6	THE DEMON (PART 3)
+ 5	THE DEMON (PART 2)
+ 5	THE DEMON

I couldn’t feel anything when it jumped on me. One minute it was trying to kill me, the next, it was gone.Some sort of mist spread down the road, covering every part of the street. It had no colour. I couldn’t feel it surrounding me. None of my senses were able to tell me what this strange mist was. Until a voice that was unfamiliar yelled a command. “Return to me vein.” The voice said. The language the mysterious voice spoke wasn’t English but somehow, I could understand what the voice had said. I tried to figure out what was going on while the little demon known as vein scurried back to its master. “Who’s there?” I shouted.No answer“Who’s there?” I repeated.  No answer.I didn’t want to stay where I was standing, but for some reason, I didn’t want to run either. I stood there waiting to see what was about to happen. And without warning, the mist rose up into the air as if being sucked up by something beyond the clouds. To my surprise, instead of there being nothing out of the ordinary where the mist was, there was a normal man stood in the middle of the rode with ‘vein’ in his arms. He was wearing a black tuxedo on, black shoes, and blue jeans. He had blonde, curly hair, blue eyes, a nose that was too big for his head and a smile that was evil enough to wipe out an entire species. Nothing strange about that right? Was it this man that had called the demon back? But as I watched the man with nothing but pure curiosity, he started to speak the language the strange voice had spoken. Was it this man that had called the demon back?

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