<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px">July 23rd | 12:30am | N Blackstone Ave/W Shaw Ave</span></span>​</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Just a few more touches and we'll head home." Skylar said to Scott as she added a few last details to the mural. They had been working on their piece for several nights on the billboard just off of N Blackstone Avenue and W Shaw Avenue. She pulled the black and white bandanna back up and over her mouth and nose to protect from paint fumes. The sound of several empty aerosol cans clang off one another as Skylar adjusted her stance to add a few lines. <br/>
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The piece itself depicted a young girl, in her hand she held a ball. That spherical ball was earth. She stood happily holding it in front of a large window. The reflection in the window was the same girl, but the sphere in her hand had been set ablaze and was discolored significantly.  <br/>
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Those "few touches" ended up taking them into early morning and it was about 4:00am when they sat back and admired the work. A sigh of relief from the both of them as they smiled and took it in as a whole. <br/>
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There was the usual couple of teenagers wandering the streets at night. Getting up to no good. Hell, it was often thought that what Skylar and Scott were doing was considered </span><i><span style="font-size: 15px">''vandalism ". </span></i><span style="font-size: 15px">But, despite it being illegal and frowned upon, it was still seen and viewed as an art form by those two, and others in the surrounding community. A few older looking teens had cornered a boy in the alley just below them. The boy had been walking the streets and it almost looked like he had an illness that caused his body to jolt and move uncontrollably. It gained laughter and comments from a few boys who were hanging around a convenient store. Involuntary muscle spasms and odd movements brought him unwanted attention. This was seen as the perfect opportunity to pick on someone as a group of delinquent boys followed him. He hadn't realized himself, but he walked down a tiny alley. The boy had been cornered by the narrow brick walls and a chain linked fence. Four boys cut off any chance of him fleeing. <br/>
</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Look at spazzy Mcgee over here!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">The one boy yelled, clearly a follower of the leader. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"What's Spazzy going to do? Get mad and smack himself?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">The one boy taunted. <br/>
</span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">The boy kept his gaze on the ground. His arm swung up suddenly and he felt angered. "Please, just leave me alone!" He begged, he also felt himself lose focus for a second and he blinked hard. He let out a treacherous cough and he looked down and noticed a little blood. <br/>
</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Or what? You'll run and get the cops?" <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"You know what, it might be best if we make sure this little shit can't run at all." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">One of the other boys spoke up, and he shoved the kid hard into the linked fence, which caused him to fall to his knees. He followed up with an intense blow to the boy's gut with a swift and hard kick. It completely knocked the wind out of him and caused him to cough even more violently. <br/>
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The leader of the group stepped forward and grabbed the boy by the hair and lifted him into a standing position. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Want to show us what's in that backpack of yours?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He let a sickening punch land right into the boy's face. The crunch was loud and it was evident to everyone that he broke his nose. He had fallen to the ground again, and wheezed with blood flowing out of his nose and mouth. His eyes glazed over as he tried looking up at the gang. It had been disorienting and he only could see their feet in a blur. <br/>
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Above, Skylar and Scott heard the sounds of voices and the blows of punches and kicks, even when the boy had hit the ground. They watched, because this had happened lots before in this area and that's how Scott got his well known scar on his chest. Every time they had intervened someone got hurt. They contemplated on calling the cops, but seeing where they were, and covered in spray paint, that wasn't the best idea either. Skylar hoped they wouldn't kill this boy. <br/>
</span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">Suddenly as the boys removed the bag and rummaged through it, finding a laptop, video-games, and other various items of interest, the boy raised up onto his feet and let out a low groan. The boys had their backs turned to him and didn't hear the groan over their own chatter. He ran at one of the boys and tackled him into the middle of the group. His mouth found the boys bicep and ripped into it with ease. The other boys in shock, tried tearing the boy off of their now bleeding friend. In turn, the raged boy had taken a massive bite out of one of the others wrists, revealing veins and tendons as blood was spurting everywhere. Some of the boys screamed and fought against the monster. Losing terribly as he bit into the second last boy's cheek and neck, and finished off the last one by grabbing onto his leg as he tried to escape and pulled him effortlessly towards him, he clawed at his torso and bit into his stomach, feasting upon all four of the bodies. <br/>
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That had been the first of many deaths that Skylar seen that morning and day, and little did she know, much more was to come. <br/>
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</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">July 30th | 1:00pm | Fresno Suburbs<br/>
</span></span>​</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">Skylar peered out of the window beyond a dark curtain in the living room of a small house. She learned that the stranger's name who brought her in was named Diane. Skylar was running from gunshots and military personnel that were called in to take care of those things. <br/>
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As she peered out, she still caught glimpses of Scott's shoes. First, memories of them in middle school and high school made Skylar smile slightly. How they always joked, and laughed, even if it was about simple and stupid things. She even recalled the day when she told him about her sexuality, not that it wasn't clear, but he was the only one he trusted and felt comfortable in telling. But then the horrifying memory of her best friend not making it washed over her. He was tackled by some older woman who stopped at nothing to make sure her teeth tore apart his neck and arms. They were running, and Scott would have made it if he hadn't turned back for his pack of cigarettes. Skylar resented not going with him. He was just about 15 feet away when Skylar noticed the woman sprinting towards their direction. Scott, looking down and opening the pack of cigarettes, brought one to his lips and was lighting it when he was thrown off his own feet and hit the concrete. <br/>
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There were several days where Skylar looked out and saw most of his body still there. The monstrous woman hadn't devoured Scott, and today, she watched as one of the army tanks that were travelling down the road of the neighbourhood, carelessly run over the remainder of Scott's legs. It was a sight she hope she would forget, but she was more upset at the fact that they ran over casualties like they were nothing. <br/>
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"I think you should come sit down for a bit dear." Diane tried to get Skylar away from the window. The night that Diane opened her door to a terrified, crying Skylar was the absolute last time that door got opened for anything. Diane sat at the wooden dining room table and called Skylar over to get her mind off of the events taking place outside. Diane was a lovely woman, she had brown shoulder length hair, with those 'silver stripes' as she called them. She was a smaller framed woman and Skylar had learned that she was a single woman because she couldn't be bothered with trying to please someone else. She was a nice lady, and she just wanted to make herself happy. Her house, of course held various little knick-knacks covered shelves and tables. <br/>
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"We can finish our game if you're interested" Diane gestured to the cribbage board on the table and the hands she had already dealt. Skylar walked over and took a seat giving Diane a warm smile. This was Diane's favourite game and Skylar would hate herself for saying no to the poor woman. Skylar pulled her hair up into a bun and adjusted a bandanna she had on her forehead near her hairline. "I think you're going to lose this one." Skylar smiled a wider smile and teased. She looked down at her cards and ignored the loud noises coming from outside. Her and Diane had turned the TV down to a quiet volume, on the same broadcasting channel that had been on for days. It was the same message over and over again, but they kept it on in hopes of any change. </span></span>