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Chapter One

Cooper

It was synchronicity,in time with my feet My pace set by the sounds inby Dante Street Massacre This was the third and final ele known as “The Sacray” From what I kneas the first one outside the band and the record label to hear it The copy ca Graphics, whose brother was one of the band’s three vocalists Chris wasn’t really into music, so he paid the kindness forward

The disk spun in e tech I couldn’t really remember from childhood Typically, I wasby genuine tough guys with a, I wanted heavythe , which I had come to think of as an als capable of quelling the inner rage I felt like beating druood

I got into conflicts anyway, never one to leave a stare down even when I really should Every fight I’d been in ended within some fashion Yet, I did it anyway Whateverco to myself

The choice of disk was obvious thatIt was still sealed fro, just before the custo I carefully slit up the side with a kitchen knife, watching I didn’t scratch the jewel case The CD locked in with a resounding pop The stop button ile note until I was off and going

Theout the world, symphonic Metal by way of Norse Folk, ian for the sake of authenticity A particular, resonant quality also perlish tracks It was just what I needed to takeI wanted to do was hurt someone Especially myself

It was as though the fates had heardI could alh the h in their insur in trouble as ot to a point where I could feel it co inThe sensation was not a part of the usual five senses but a slight tightness in , and it was close

I could feel the liine made the pavement vibrate beneaththe Bionic Man Though I could still s difficult for them

I didn’t let on at first, jogging on as though I didn’t know exactly where they were Thebegan to whirr, starting the slow journey down, so the back passenger could shout a sht was clever This was the moment that I chose to halt

My sneakers almost left skids behind me as I stopped The lia whale, continued on itsto a halt, the long, body lurched forward several inches before settling to a stop The driver backed up at speed

At least that as how it looked incut off to the right and into a park Bastard that he was, I wagered not even Lars Ivanov would go plowing through dogs and kids just to intiuy Even he had to possess some standards

The gambit paid off When I finally stopped to look, there was no sign of Ivanov or his douche- up behind nated road