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The God Child: Chapter SixteenSender kept running, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He would turn his head back every couple blocks to make sure Charles followed behind him. Charles was at the same pace as Sender, his shoes slammed against the sidewalk. It was pitch black, the night sky was no longer lit by the moon. The large full glow had faded to a small crescent shape. The only light that was visible was the radiant blur of the town ahead. Sender reached the point of the sidewalk where he would have to cross. The red glow of the walk light shone on his mask. Charles finally stood beside Sender, as he turned to look at the limp body of Anonymous.The God Child: Chapter Sixteen by TheNintendork
"She'll be ok. She has to be alright." Sender said, staring at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. He never looked down at Anonymous, she just lay limp in his arms, her head was back in his arm.
"So what now?" Charles asked, "Do we just leave her somewhere? Or are we keeping her with us? I mean, she is the only reason we're fighting." He
The God Child: Chapter FifteenCharles and Sender walked to the front of the park entrance. Charles feet were tired, but he felt a weird sensation of adrenaline as he walked into the park. Sender walked by his side. Charles surveyed the area, he saw the same wreckage as usual. The broken down cars left to rot, the dead and decaying trees, and the large splatters of blood on the ground, dried within the dirt. Charles and Sender walked through the park for some time, seeing the desolation of the abandoned park. Charles couldn't help but feel sorry for Razor, after all, they were very good friends at a point. Sender must have noticed Charles gazing at the treetops without leaves, as he nudged him. "It's not your fault." Sender looked forward as he said this, "Some men just go bad, its not the fault of man, but the fault of mankind." Sender looked sad as he said this, and then he stopped.The God Child: Chapter Fifteen by TheNintendork
"What is it?" Charles asked, seeing Sender pause so quickly made him uneasy.
"By now, Razor would have at least acknowledged us being
The God Child: Chapter FourteenCharles spent the majority of the day watching TV in the recreation room, due to a blue haired anime addict. Charles looked at the wall clock by the TV. It read seven thirty-four pm. Charles got up from the rec room couch, then walked out the door to his room.The God Child: Chapter Fourteen by TheNintendork
As he walked up the stairway to the room, Charles noticed the door had no hole present. Charles felt the door, and it was solid wood. Charles walked in to see Sender, sitting on his bed. There were no games, no DVD's, or food all throughout the hotel.
"Where is everything?" Charles asked Sender.
"I cleaned up. Got the door, and rid of my things. Everything is back home." Sender sat facing Charles, staring at his bright gold wrist watch. He put it back under his sleeve, then looked up at Charles.
"So, what now?" Charles asked, now confused. He wasn't about to ask how Sender fixed the door, or how he got everything so tidy.
"We're heading over" Sender got up, putting his blade in his secondary belt at his side.
The God Child: Chapter ThirteenCharles awoke in the hotel early the next morning. His eye was significantly better then the day he got knocked out. He slowly sat up in his bed. His hair was hell, and as always it was dirty and knotted. Charles looked over to the other bed. Sender was lying on the bed, completely knocked out. He drooled slightly, and his controller was still in his hand. Charles smirked at this. He knew he had a good friend before him.The God Child: Chapter Thirteen by TheNintendork
Charles made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door, looking at the five star class of the place. It had a million towels and soaps. Charles picked up a green bar. He sniffed it, it smelt minty. Charles placed the bar in the shower. Charles then slowly pulled of his gloves. It was dark in the room. So it was hard to see anything, but he knew what was on his hands. Charles unraveled his bandages from both arms. He placed the gloves and bandages by the shower, next to where his clothes had been. Charles looked at the shower. He stepped in after taking off the