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Subject: Leo vs. Kendan
Author: Kaysnl   (Authenticated as Kaysnl)
Date: February 6, 2012 at 2:58:41 PM
Reply to: Part I of the Leo Grant Game (I figured two games were better than one) by klundtacular
Note: this will probably suck. I havn't written in such a long time due to very bad writers block, so I'm really out of practice. I need to start writing more... also, my prefered writing style is in 1st person. so if you don't like that... well sorry.

My head was pounding when I gained consciousness. My memory was very hazy, and I had no idea where I was. All I knew was that I was tied to a very uncomfortable chair.

"Finally awake, who are you boy?" a man's voice grunted. It was a gruff voice with an accent. I made the connection that it must be Australian.

"Who are you?" I asked, looking around. It was to dark to see much, but a faint outline came into view as my eyes adjusted a bit.

"There huh?"

"You havn't answered me." He replied. I thought I saw something glint in his hand for a moment.

"Kendan Storm."

"Kendan. An odd name." He came into the light so I could see him better. He had a rough black beared and was wearing a necklace with a pendant. the pendant had a big circle with 2 smaller ones inside. The thing I saw glint in his hand, was a razor blade.

"Aren't you going to ask who I am?" He questioned.

"Maybe if I cared." I replied back.

He's obviously interogating me. I thought. What does he want?

He laughed at my response.

"Well you can just call me Leo then. Now, Why don't you tell me why you are here?"
My memory was still hazy. I had probably hit my head hard enough to cause a temporary amnesia state. So instead of replying I just looked at him.

"Well?"

"I don't know." I replied, not taking my eyes off him.

"I'd suggest you answer, Kendan." He calmly held up the razor blade. I glanced at it for a second, but didn't lose my poker face.

"I did answer."

He sighed, "Very well."

He walked over, confidence oozing out of each step, and knelt beside me.
"You have one more chance to answer."

I merely looked at him with a bored gaze. He shrugged and slowly slid the cold blade across my upper arm. I bit the inside of my lip, making it bleed slightly, but didn't react other wise.

"Didn't hurt a bit." I stated.

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