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Dark

Riotous

on Nov. 13, 2011

The smile widened, too far than physically possible, her long brown hair folded into void black, hazel eyes changing rapidly into blazing orance and ice cold blue. Confronting Dark was probably the only thing she hated doing, that piece of Satan that had been planted inside  her, but this time she had no choice. She walked to the nearest mirror, and despite the twisted face and appearance she had now, her normal self peered back at her in the reflection.