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Post by abom on Aug 12, 2007 3:06:50 GMT -4
He sat in the darkness of his room. The mask he had over his face once, was now in his hands. His eyes were focused of the mask of Abomination. The rest of the out fit was laying on the bench next to him. Memories started to return to his head, his intelligence grew. Shaw was now free. He was able to do anything that he wish. His head was full if memories, of destruction, total annihilation. Shaw started to squeeze the mask very tightly. He was force to someone else biddings for ages. Shaw stood up off the bench, and picked up the rest of his cursed wrestling gear. Shaw walked over to the bin in his room, and dumped the gear.
Shaw left his locker room, and made his way down the hall. Eyes followed Shaw, where ever he went to. Whispers were heard coming from around him, but he did not care about it. All he cared about that he was free to do anything he wanted to do.
............Come back to me..............
Shaw stopped on the spot. He began to look around the room, trying to find where this mysterious dark voice came from. He saw nothing, but tables, and other junk around him. Shaw gave no more attention, to the voice and continued his way through the halls.
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