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<p style=”margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;”><span lang=”EN” style=”mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;”><span style=”font-family: Calibri;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><span style=”mso-spacerun: yes;”> </span>Oliver was on the run, he had to get away from the horrid hell hole. He ran at as fast his frail legs could carry him, though it wasn’t very fast at the momment. He was drugged to surpess the urge. Oh, the wonderful, blood filled, urges. The cool blue sryup slowed his mind and limbs.<span style=”mso-spacerun: yes;”>  </span>He tripped and fell off and on, he had horrible balance due to the damned drugs. The t stright jacket tightly wrapped around him didn’t help either. He slipped off into the froest bakcground as the alarms went off, A grin snaking across his face. They<span style=”mso-spacerun: yes;”>  </span>knew he was gone, but it was all too late now. He was as good as gone, the rain covering hos sent and tracks. The darkness of night his cloak. </span></span></span></p>
 
<p style=”margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;”><span lang=”EN” style=”mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;”><span style=”font-family: Calibri;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><span style=”mso-spacerun: yes;”>    </span>The young brit had been running ,what felt like, hours till the forest finally cleared away to a isolated town, perfect. They woudldnt think to contact this town immediallty. He slid down a slick muddy hill. He cringed as he ruined his only pants but he had to get down somehow. The rough turain dug and stabbed at the stright jacket as he slid and rolled down it. Freeing an arm and busting up his forehead and legs. He pulled himself up and looked up into the rain. His eyes falling apon a dark and,<span style=”mso-spacerun: yes;”>  </span>probably, empty home. He sighed happily mumbling,”oh the game begins again.” he limped towards the unlucky home. </span></span></span></p>
 
<p style=”margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;”><span lang=”EN” style=”mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;”><span style=”font-family: Calibri;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><span style=”mso-spacerun: yes;”>   </span>After a struggle to get to the house and break in he found himself facing another problem. A older GreatDane was in the home and apon him before he could even get complelty inside the house’s now broken side window. He gasped as the dog’s fangs dug at his bond arm. He rolled in, the dog not moving away. He fought with the massive dog till he got a hold of the sharpest thing in arm’s reach,A large piece of glass. He rammed it into the dog’s hip. The dog cried out, it’s teeth unclamping form his toren arm. He kicked away the dog, it sliding down the thin hall due to the rain and mud from the open window and the boy himself. Oliver dragged himself up and at the dog who was trying to recover. He kicked and beat the dog till it could no more fight against him. He dragged the dog into the kitchen and finsihed the job with a knife. He stashed the knife in his pocket. He pulled the dog up onto the table. He did upspeakable things, cuting anf gutting the dog. After taking the wanted organs he hung the dog by it’s own intestine. </span></span></span></p>
 
<p style=”margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;”><span lang=”EN” style=”mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;”><span style=”font-family: Calibri;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><span style=”mso-spacerun: yes;”>   </span>After doing so the urges started to slowly creep back into his mind. He wasn’t going to leave the organs like he planned he decided to make a yummy snack for himself. he toke the organs and all the the cooking supplies he could and made a sort of pink batter. He made himself a kind of cupcake, baked just enough to keep them soggy from the flesh but cooke enough not to bleed. He toke his treat to the lowest place he could find, so a basement. He had burned his hands on the hot pan but didn’t react much to this and only sat in blissful scilence as he ate his late night treat. His minding wonderinf about who would come and visit his mess soon. </span></span></span></p>