You amaze me
He ate my heart
He a-a-ate my heart
You little monster
He ate my heart
He a-a-ate my heart out
You amaze me
He a-a-ate my heart
You little monster
He ate my heart
He a-a-ate my heart out
You amaze me
Look at him
Look at me
That boy is bad
And honestly
He’s a wolf in disguise
But I can’t stop staring in those evil eyes
Look at me
That boy is bad
And honestly
He’s a wolf in disguise
But I can’t stop staring in those evil eyes
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Homicide crimes per one hundred thousand: 6.3
Forcible rape per one hundred thousand: 10.7
Aggravated assault per one hundred thousand: 297.6
In the bright and wondrous city of New York, crime rules the darkest regions- hidden behind large skyscrapers and corporate buildings. And on one unforeseen night, a lone adolescent boy of nineteen was returning from a much needed night out. His only plans were to return to his apartment before his early day at the city's most successful news studio- except three individuals had another idea. They grabbed the boy and dragged him into an alley, beating him and taking his clothes. And as if that was not embarrassing enough, the self pronounced leader raped the boy. The aspiring news anchor screamed for his life, putting up all the fight that he had in him. But it wasn't enough. Just as the leader finished his business and was ready to zip up his pants, that was when he showed up.
Perhaps the better word to use, was appeared. See, the young boy didn't see him. The stranger was invisible against the shadows of the alley, and all that could be heard was the sound of bones cracking and agonizing pain. The three corpses lay sprawled on the cold cement, and the stranger appeared beside the victim. Giving him the only thing he had to drink, the stranger left without a word.
The following morning- as the boy had taken a sick day- he was walking from the local coffee shop. As he walked about the mass of people, he thought he saw the stranger that saved him the prior night. But when he thought the man who looked so young, would actually recognize him- he was wrong. The stranger played as though he couldn't remember the other, but offered to by him a cup of coffee. As they spoke, the stranger continued to refer to his family as 'his people', hinting to some kind of secret life. Naturally, the intern grew interested in the topic. However, with such curiosity- there comes a price. After all, curiosity killed the cat.
