Thursday, May 15, 2014

Oops~

He flipped a pen between his fingers and watched its rotation carefully. Making small adjustments to keep it going. Suddenly his eyes flashed and he smirked, slowly infusing the pen with his will, stretching and guiding its matter into a shape he desired. Soon enough the small black pen was a razor sharp throwing knife. He tossed it high into the air and laughed as it spun up and came spinning back down, nimbly catching it with two fingers blade first he threw it again with a skillful flick of his wrist. It spiraled across the room in a blur and sunk its ice black blade deep into his grandmothers forehead. "Oops.." He got up and yanked the knife free from the painting of his grandmother.

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