Frantically running, trying to get away from that place. There was nothing more in this world that he could want at this moment other than to forget about this curse. He wanted to as far away from this place as possible. Ichiro knew that he could no longer return home, and wearing this white suit was only making him stick out like a sore thumb. He finally reached town and travelled through the streets that weren't well lit, and through the alleyways. He finally had an idea; he would have to break into a clothing shop and get some clothing that would help him to blend into the crowd. Here it was, just a regular shop. He removed his blazer and wrapped it wound his fist tightly. Luvky for him the blazer protected his hand from being sliced open on the broken glass from the window. Ichiro climbed in through the window and used the cell phone for light. He quickly changed into a pair of jeans and t-shirt. He also found a sweat shirt with a hood. He jumped back out of the window and hurried to get away from the shop making sure not to run to arouse any suspicion.  He decided to discard his suit in a nearby storm drain. Suddenly he realized what part of town he was in. His house was nearby.

'What is this feeling", Ichiro thought to himself as he slowly drifted upwards. This feeling of weightlessness is dreadful. After a few moments he became aware of his surroundings. What he could see was a casket already lowered into the ground. Two men were beginning to fill the hole back in and bury it. At this moment he realized that he was not alone. There was a scaly black arm, mostly covered by a dark sleeve wrapped around him. Ichiro stared at the arm in horror, suddenly deathly afraid of what had its vice like grip on him. The series of events that were about to unfold would become the most horrific tale ever told, sending chills down the spines of those to hear it for ages.

    Ichiro began struggling, trying to get away from the monster that had a hold of him. It was like bieng held by steel, he couldn't budge at all. Suddenly he heard a strange sound coming from below. The casket slowly opened and a pale hand reached out; followed by a figure clad in a white suit. He stood up and brushed away the dirt. Screams of terror escaped the lips of both men that had been burying him, as they were lifted into the air. He couldn't understand how they were lifted but all he could do was continue watching. The man suspended in the air on the right began sobbing and what sounded like prayers. His head then seperated from his body as if something was pulling on it. Blood was spraying everywhere... The other man on the left that had been been watching the massacre lost consciousness and was throw limp like a ragdoll to the ground. The figure in white then proceeded closer to the men and pulled out a black dagger with a silver, razor sharp edge. He stabbed the heheaded man in the chest . Ichiro looked on in amazement as he sucked out this metallic looking substance. It was the color of a bubble or gasoline on water. He then got up and did the same thing to the other man after first slitting his throat. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. "Could this just be a nightmare, or am I dead and this is my punishment?" Ichiro thought to himself. He then noticed that he was being lowered to the ground towards the man in white. Suddenly the man turned to him and reached out his arms. When he got close enough to see his face he tried to scream. The man in white was him... He was slowly pushed back into his body  and regained his sense of control. Ichiro clenched his fists a few times in bewilderment. As his gaze turned to what was in front of him he froze. The demon that was holding his soul was staring right into his eyes with one bony finger extended. I AM THE REAPER!!!! THIS IS YOUR SECOND CHANCE...... YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO ENTERTAIN THE COUNCIL. YOU ARE ANGEL ZERO THE FIRST OF YOUR KIND!!!! WELCOME TO THE GAME!!!! This was the eeriest voice He had ever heard. Immediately after the reaper had spoke, he vanished into the darkness.

    Ichiro stood there shaking for what seemed like hours. He then fell to the ground from the shock. After a couple hours had passed he woke up. He looked around him and started to cry, "I don't understand what's happening here, this can't be real". However it looked like he had been sleeping on the set of a horror movie. He finally noticed what had woken him up though. There was a vibration coming from his pocket. He reached inside and pulled out a slim black cellular phone. Ichiro pressed the button at the bottom and the screen light up so brightly that it hurt his eyes in this darkness. The screen read "Welcome To The Game"

This device will aid you in your survival.

If you want to survive use this to your

advantage.~

INSTRUCTIONS

The first thing you might want to notice

is the battery life. If this phone dies,

you will also die. However all that

you are required to do to keep the

phone charged is to eat souls.

The demonstration that you received

earlier should be sufficient. Second

thing that you may want to notice is

the screen. I will always appear blue

in color unless there are enemies

nearby. If the phone is pointed directly

at an enemy the red light at the top

will blink repeatedly. Also you have

some new weapons to use to your

advantage. You may not have noticed 

them yet. In time you will. Third thing

you may want to keep in mind that the 

police will come looking for those men

that you killed. Last but not least remember

that you as a person are dead. It would be

advisable to find a new identity. If you consume

someone's soul you can essentially become

them. That is all. Good luck~

Ichiro stared at the phone with a blank expression on his face. "This is real", he thought to himself. After cleaning himself off and collecting his thoughts, he decided that it would be best to bury these bodies in the grave. He layed both bodies as well as he could in the casket and buried them.

I'm making this list of movies that I don't want to forget the name of :3

Beastly

The Notebook

Scott pilgrim Vs the world

A walk to remember

Its all gone pete tong

~there is no such thing as failure, merely a different level of success than initially anticipated.

~i have loved to the point of madness, that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.

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