The Illusionist :Chapter 8:I heard the door slam from the front of the house. That was enough to snap me out of my monstrous phase. What have I done? How could I of let myself do that to Natasha? I stopped pacing and looked at the floor, a mixture of my blood and Natasha's blood stained the floor. I ran my fingers through my blood matted hair, sitting on the edge of the bed near me I let out an exasperated sigh. What has Jack done to me? Why? Why would he take joy in afflicting hurt on his only apprentice? I tried to think but my mind was foggy with guilt and hurt. I looked down at myself, I was a mess. Blood tainted my hands and my white tuxedo was blemished by the
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The Illusionist :Chapter 1: I look on to the valley beyond the balcony. The sun is setting, painting the sky orange and splattering it with shades of yellow and pink. There are festivities going on below me. This must be the festival of music. The sound of a violin flitted into my ears. The sound was upbeat and beautiful. My thoughts drifted back to the mysterious fox playing poker. Who was he? How did he… harm that tomcat without even giving a second glance? I couldn't get my mind off him. I paced with my thoughts for a few more moments till the almost silent sound of footsteps reached my ears. I turn around to see the grey fox. Su
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