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Natalia sat on a bench at the garden outside the mansion and looked down. Inside the dark room people were dancing, chatting or even chasing each other. The music eerie and dark was fitting the atmosphere. The atmosphere of a Halloween night in England's house. The person who love that celebration almost more than anyone. Well there was another one who loved that day. No! She wouldn't think about that. She would just take a few breaths of clear air, she would salute the others inside and she would go home. Nice and easy and calm. She didn't need anther breakdown. And pills would help her sleep. And tomorrow is another day. She fixed her dre

She was freezing. The cold wind was torturing her body. But that never stopped her from fighting. She gripped her knife tighter and continued as the snow around her was turning red from the blood of the enemy and of her people. She was feeling the hate seep inside her soul burning like hell. Like the red color on the snow. Like the eyes of her enemy. She put her knife on his neck and felt his gun on her head. She wasn't scared. Not at all. Even if she died that night she would drag him down with her. She would make him pay for the people she lost. But it wasn't destined to end up like this. She asked him if he was ready to die. “Not to

There were many games I like. But there is one particular that I love the most. It is called Killers Night. The concept is quite simple. You decorate your house just like a crime scene. And if it like a gangster movie it is even better. Then you call all your friends, have their pictures taken and they wear them around their neck like a necklace. Then you all have 5 minutes to run and hide everywhere including the houses and shops outside your house. The goal is to steal as many Polaroid photos as possible. Whoever loses his photo dies and returns to the safe area, the house. I like that game. I like the feeling of chasing and being chased. I

Natalia was sitting at the stairs in front of the Library. She always Liked that spot. It was always her place. Since she was a little girl, she would sit here and think out her problems. How little she had changed since then. She was wearing her huge sunglasses not because she was really disturbed by the sun. Mostly because she wanted to hide the black circles under her eyes. She had worked very hard to create that sparkling image of herself and she wouldn't let it be ruined now. She was holding the largest cup of coffee she could have trying to kill the sleepy feeling that was rolling inside her. She was sleeping well and she had be crying.

It all started with a bet. That stupid bet. Her blonde hair was glowing because of the noon-day sun. Her blue eyes sparkled fr just a second when she faced them. And then she just passed by them ignoring their existence completely. It wasn't important for her. She had her perfect world all figured out. A worthy boyfriend, soon to be her fiance, a rich family and a good life. The was no place for anything else. No gap to be filled in. she knew all three of them. And she was completely indifferent of them. “So you said any girl?” Francis grinned and rest his hand against the wall trying to make his friend feel uncomfortable. But G

It was supposed to be fun! Not to end up like this! That was really unawesome! When he mentioned the word casino what he had in mind was poker and black jack. Not fighting over the same stupid issues again and again. It wasn't his fault that she was jealous after all. Or that he was into gambling a little more than the usual. It wasn't like she couldn't play herself. That stupid American had taught her poker poker a long time ago. When they were still dating. But he didn't complain about that. Well not as much ash she is usually complaining at least. And he didn't start it. He was too awesome. Right? Right. But his luck seemed to be fading t

Natalya started looking for a towel while she could clearly hear Gilbert breathing deep. She grabbed a large towel ans tried to put it on his wound. But Gilbert stepped back in anger. " DON'T TOUCH ME!!" He shouted still holding his stomach " You are bleeding" She was almost panicked. She never inteded to actually stab him. She was enjoying playing with knives and freaking the others out but now, for the first time, she saw how dangerous could that be. " You think i don't know that? Mein Gott" The pain had started to becoming more intense. He could barely stand stand still. " Gil let me help you?" She was still trying to put the towel on his

Natalya was was tryin to finish her homework but she was obviously absent minded. She was constaly playing with her ponytail or she was taking quick glimpses at the door. She seemed to be nervous with no obvious reason. Finally she heard the door opening and Gilbert getting into the house. She raised her head to face him. " Where have you been?" She sounded stiff and maybe a little pissed. Not even she  herself knew why. " At school. Where have you been" He took his jacket off and sat comfortably on the sofa. " I skipped my classes today" she returned to her homework " Warum?" After almost a month she could get some of the things he was sayi

Natalya was searching in the dark for her keys. She couldn't see anything in the dark and she couldn't hit hit the corridor's lights with both her hands inside her bag. She was going to drop it and she knew it. Eventually that happened and she became more irritated. She fall on her knees and started picking random objects. Her keys was the last object she spoted. She cursed and stood up. Guess this wasn't her lucky day at all. Her evening sucked and she had absolutely no plans for the night. She was finding her life boring lately.  She unlocked the door and stumbled in a pair of shoes. She realised it was Gilbert's boots. " That fuckin kraut