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One stormy night, waves were crashing, flooding the pier and the beach with murky, green water. An elderly man was walking on the road near the pier, trying to get home from the bar, when he heard a baby crying. The man was curious about where the sound was coming from, so he started to look around. He saw a little figure moving on the far end of the pier near the water and started running toward it. As the man grew closer, he noticed the figure growing. By the time he actually got to the sound, there was a full grown man staring him in the eyes. The man was dressed in a dark purple, monk's robe and he had long, blonde hair down over his shoulders. The man had a short knife in his right hand and the head of a child in his left hand. The child's body was lying on the edge of the pier as the blonde haired man threw the head at it. The head hit the body as they both fell off the side of the pier. The elderly man started to back away slowly, but tripped and smacked his head off a broken board, which had split the back of his head open as blood started to pour out of his skull. The blonde haired man took his knife and pludged it into the elderly man's face as blood sprayed out on his robe. He started to walk toward the city as a police car sped up to the pier with its lights flashing. The man ran up to the officer and ripped his head clear off the officer's head and threw the car off the pier. He turned around to look at the sea and turned back toward the city as the elderly man stood in front of him with the knife still in his face. They locked eyes for a second and the elderly man pludged his hand into the man's robe and into his chest. He plunged his other hand into the other side and ripped the man in half. The man in the robe fell to pier as the elderly man fell to his knees. The storm calmed and the waves stopped crashing. Both men's bodies disintegrated on the pier like nothing happened. But the child's body washed up under the pier. It picked up its head and started walking into the town, knife in it's right hand and head in it's left hand.