The Staircase

By , Cincinnati, OH
A teenage boy with a broad, strong, unbreakable structure. He had hair like Elvis and a voice so harsh. He was looking for a change and he knew that one person who could help him. Someone who could create him a new life after his funeral. Someone who is powerful. He slowly walked up the stone cold steps and to the door. It had to be done. He wished to be with his brother, even if it the risks were beyond dangerous. The owner opened the door. He stood with a smirk and looked like he was already prepared. He reached behind and with no comment, he handed the boy a glass, stained with red liquid. His very own blood.





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