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(created 2015-10-15 23:12):
The Story Behind This Skin
In the big city of Jansi a ruler named Damian has lead the city into a dark world and he has gone mad with power. The runners have tried to stop his plan on enslaving people in the city but non of them were strong or fast enough. 10 years have past and one master runner, Faith, has mentored one young soul to help win this war and end Damian's plans. She trained this boy in the art of Freerunning, showing him how to get away from the eniemy, know when to fight or flight, and many other skills. He boy trained for 5 more years and Faith knew that he was ready to fight. They gather information on Damian on where he is, where he lives, and other valuable information. They finally found something very useful, then they started to make their way to Damian's home. Faith and the young boy jumped from roof top to roof top, scaled the highest buildings, and doged the gaurds around the city. When they finally got to their location somthing seemed odd. No one was home and there was no movement through out the home. The young boy and Faith spilt up to find Damian. They searched for a while then Faith saw somthing in the corner of her eye. It was Damian with a long sword, he slashed and slashed at Faith, but she was to quick for him. The man was very angery at the two runners. He continued to slash away. Faith looked at the young boy and he knew they had to run. They made it out of the house and on to a near by roof and stared to run. What they found out shocked them both, the man was after them. Damian was an ex-runner but only a few people knew. They ran and ran untll they couldnt run any longer. Faith tryied to talk do Damian but before she could say anything she was shot in the chest. The young boy caught her and told her she was going to be fine. She smiled and said, with her last breath, Dont worry you will save the city...you just nee...Faith. She died in the boys arms, the boy was filled with rage and attacked Damian. The battle grew bloody and intense. In the end the hero was that young boy, that young boy was. Masahiro. 100 years later the people in the Jansi would dress up as Masahiro to celebrate the hero and how he save hundreds of lives.
I hope you liked this story I made for my skin. It took me a long time to come up with this short story.