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"Look, just hand it over you big ol' fur face!" Young Michell snickered as his comment left his lips. Watching with delight as the captain released the bottle immediately then while moving them towards his mane of unkept facial hair. Stroking it gently Captain Mayhem grunted and pointed a nagging finger at the young Mitchell, his eyes flickering with inner fire as he spoke like a mother defending her obviously delinquent son. " Well, SORRY for me havin' a beard! At least I had time to grow one! Look at ya! Ya done and got yourself dead by the time you should o' hit puberty, never even grew up at all ya did!" His finger drooped as the last words came thrashing forth his tongue, recoiling the serpent of petty anger as he watched the pale face of his friend Mitchel turn a violent red.
But it wasn't his face that stopped the old Captain..it was the look Mitch carried in his eyes. Mich's pale complexion only changes ever-so-often only when he becomes extremely angry. And anger is something you don't want from Mitchell. Just the slightest provocation can escalate in such a rage where mercy has no meaning.

Believe it or not, Mitch may be small but his fist really hurts when its right up in your eye.

But it wasn't Mich's anger that came to mind as the Captain felt a hard tug of remorse on his heartstrings...it was those eyes.
The face may be red and flaming with hatred, but in his eyes Mitchell could not hide what came from them. His sky blue eyes were held tight in a look of rage, yet within them they cried in pain as a trickle of blood red tears began to drop from his cheeks.
"Mitch..eh..I'm sorry, I didn't mean it the way it- I was merely sportin' I never meant to make ya remember-"

"Remember the fact that I'm dead? Dead since the day I shouldv'e turned eleven!" Shutting his eyes tight rivulets of red rained down his face, as his whole body beagn to tighten. " Am I supposed to remember how STUPID I was! What a moron I was being as I listened to that god forsaken voice in the back of my mind..'Don't do it! Your ugly and fat, you'll die if you do!' it would say! I couldn't eat, I starved day after day..and then the last day came! Am I supposed to remember my mother carrying me in a blanket to the hospital? Or her voice crying to me, telling me to hold on, that it would all..b..e..o..k.." Droping to his knees, Mitchell locked away his face from any possible veiwing eyes..watching in silence as red drops splashed the ground below.
In times like these, its hard to choose the best turn of action. Should one go, or should one stay? However, as the Captain looked on at Mitch the choice was simple, just as simple as it had been all the other times before. Kneeling down he sat beside young Mitchell and proped his hand upon his quivering shoulder patting it lighly. " I know Mitch, I know."

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Only mere hours ago the newly named warrior Ren had down right pumbled the posh a**-faced Kuro into the ground..leaving all in jubilation! Still as the pale moon rose in the night sky its shimmering ring visible along with the stars, Kuro remained planted into the cold ground with no there to feel pity for his plight.

As his followers drank and sang the night hours away, none could feel the hollow darkness beneath their feet..as the same for all the clans scattered about in the world of Tormented Souls. No one knew what lied beneath them, the broken hallows that lied in wait for a soul to take.