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So, the title says this is 17+. I'm just ADVISING this story will have content suited for people 17 and above. This is a horror story with some sexual themes, a bit of drinking, and *ed out swearing. And I suck at writing so yeah. Enjoy!

Horror:
Disembodied limbs. >.<"
Quite a bit of blood!

Sexual Themes:
Rape lemon. Sorry! :x
Pregnancy?
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"Get over here! NOW!" Valerie's screamed at Mia. A dark shadow loomed over Mia. The object making the shadow was a man. A very, very tall man. Not much could be seen but Mia saw red, gleaming eyes. Hungry for blood. Though it didn't seem like it had any weapons, but anyone who doubted that was deeply f*cked up. Behind the mysterious figure was a trail of scarlet blood, assumed lay from his previous victims. Mia stared into his eyes, feeling herself slowly lose control of her limbs and couldn't take her head away from his eyes' red glow.
Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the doom impeded air. "Leave her alone, you son of a ******!" It was a young man, who Mia assumed was about 18. He held a long knife in his right hand, his face set in hard line. His eyes, a beautiful sea green, looked hard as stones. His hair was completely black, except for a white streak. His hair wasn't long. Mia stared at him and mouthed, "Be careful." He nodded in her direction. The silhouette man turned to the teenager. Suddenly, startlingly, in a flash of red, the black man was gone.
"Eh? Where...where'd he go?" Valerie asked, a bit stunned.
"You two better come with me." Advised the teenager boy. "I'm Joseph." Valerie climbed out from her small hiding place, which was behind the tablecloth on the table.

-1 hour later...-

"Valerie! Valerie? Hey, what are you doing? Playing dead?" Mia asked, chuckling nervously. Her voice had a hint of hysteria to it as she prodded her very still and cold friend, who lay on the bloodstained grass ground. "Oh Valerie, wake up!" Mia yelled. No, one hit to the stomach couldn't kill, could it? Mia had no idea. She wasn't a doctor. Well, an angry man had grabbed her friend by the neck and gave her a punch in the belly, all because they took a single slice of bread. A SLICE. The man had run off in the distance after that small scenario. Her hand shaking, Mia put two fingers against Valerie's wrist. No pulse. No ****** pulse. Standing up from her crouched position, Mia stared ahead and walked back to the small house Joseph used as a "base". Her walk was zombie-like.

-Warning!****** scene coming! Read at your OWN RISK-

[Firget it I'll put it on Fanfiction.Net and link it.