• The little girl burried her face in her pillows, trying to drown out the voices. It didnt work. "Damn you woman! Damn you and your child!" The little girl slapped her hands over her ears. It was the same every night. The yelling, the fighting, and the blood. She had grown to accept it, to ignore it, and to stay out of the way.

    It was no way to live, she knew that. Why couldn't her parents see that too? They just weren't smart enough she concluded. And left it at that.

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    That was the first time she saw the man. Corey shook her head, trying to rid her mind of his face. A face so rough and so dejected. He had long hair and looked unkempt, untidy. Corey remembered. He was nice to her.

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    The man had entered through the window. Corey had looked up, scared. The man had raised a single fingers to his mouth, and Corey had realized they were sharp and dirty. His teeth were equally sharp.

    Corey had whimpered, and the man nodded. He slowly left, but not before scratching something in the wood of her dresser.

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    Corey smiled. SabreTooth.