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 The Darkest Spirit of all Upon the Deepest Crime of Time

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The Darkest Spirit of all
Upon the Darkest Crime of Time


© Red, 2011



Prologue[/center]

Samuel watched from his window as his father hopped into their jet black limo. Samuel wasn't allowed to know anything about what is father was going to do, except for the fact that he was going to an important meeting with the president and fellow spies. As he watched his father drive away in the limo, he wondered what was going on. In Virginia, where he lived, it would take a while for his dad to drive all the way to the white house. No wonder his mother had left with him— so that he could go to the airport and she could bring the limo back. Samuel wanted nothing more than to go with his dad to this top-secret meeting.

After about two months of waiting, Samuel and his mother got a letter from the president. It had a yellow envelope. Samuel's mother called him from his room to the downstairs. "Honey," She began to talk to him in a sweet yet sad voice. "Your father... Your father is dead. He was caught spying on the British army. The penalty was death..." A tear streaked down her face as she said the words. Samuel was astonished. His hero, his best friend, the one he respected in life, was gone... Dead... Samuel let loose a tear as well, his face turning red, his eyes deep with sorrow. He ran upstairs and sobbed on his bed. His face on his soft pillow, which had a picture of him and his dad on it. It was one of the few things he could call his own that could always help him remember his father.


Last edited by Red on Tue May 31, 2011 3:00 pm; edited 14 times in total (Reason for editing : Making a few changes and adding the title to the post.)
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