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Amy smiled, allowing the mask of civility to drop. Underneath the monster roared, loud and clear. Yes I do. Amy slid her dagger out, letting the cold sheath of metal catch the light as she strode forward. Her heart pounded in excitement, the beast roaring for this petty game of two step to end and the real fun to begin.
People can talk of purity all they want, but Amy never had been pure, not since her brother murdered her sister. Steps had been taken after that, steps that ensured the monster within would grow, large and healthy. Even as she reached out to tousle his hair, Amy drove the dagger forward, aiming to plunge it through his stomach. It wouldn't kill him. Amy wouldn't allow that. That would make the game much too short.
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