Its a story about six magical humans.
It was a hot summer day and there was nobody about. Everybody was in their houses hiding and looking out their windows. Then out of nowhere came three guys. All of the guys wearing black trench coats. The tallest guy had silver buttons on his coat and sliver tipped boots to match. He had black hair that was cut short with blond highlights. Under his trench he wore a black shirt and black pants. His eyes were a stone cold gray, the color of charcoal burning under a hot fire. The shortest guy who was walking in the middle, he was wearing all black as well. His hair was bleach blond, with eyes the color of shamrocks. His trench coat buttons were bronzes and so were his boot tips. The third guy was the same height as the first. He wore all black just like the other two, but the buttons and boot tips were gold. His hair was black and tipped upward a little in the front. His eyes were as blue as the ocean itself. The last guy he was different from the rest. How different he was from the others, this is not known yet.
All the guys had lists they had to go by. The first guys stopped at the house at the top of his list. He knocked on the door. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but you know why we’re here.” said the first guy.
“Brad I’m s.s.sorry but she passed away two years ago. We don’t have kid’s anymore.” said the woman through tears.
“I’m sorry for your loss we will not bother you anymore.” said Brad. The guys left the house and continued to walk. The middle guy looked at his list. They stopped at the house on the bottom of his list. He knocked on the door. This time the oldest daughter answered the door. ”I’m here Ryan. I know why you are here. My mother told me.” said a girl with long brown hairs with lots of curls in it. Her eyes were blue. She wore earrings and put her make up on thick. The mother came in from the other room. “Ryan this is Darla sorry for her rude behavior and not introducing herself.” Said Darla’s mother looking from the guys to her daughter then back again.
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