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Blood pored from the wound, leaking onto the clean floor.  "What the hell?" The boy looked up from the cook book he was reading. He looked up at me with those bright green eyes. I coughed. Blood now covered my hands and shirt. "Please help." I whispered before I fell to my knees. I yelped in pain when the cold floor smashed into my legs. "Finally, fresh meat." The boy got up and walked over to me. "What?" I could barely breathe there was too much blood in my lungs. He leaned over and put his hand over the wound. I screamed as he reached into it, and groped around inside me. "Ah here it is." I scratched and grabed at his arms, drawing blood bu