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Sunday, January 3, 2010 Ö
Posted by yourname @ 2:07 AM

A Series of Unfortunate Events Pictures, Images and Photos

That was the story of Elijah's reminiscence.
He told his story to all the children he sees
nonchalantly but the children ran away from him.

Nobody wants him.

Some still thinks that Elijah was
a monster by the fact that he is still alive after
the short while war between him and
those men.
Nobody really knows what happened
exactly that evening.

For Elijah,he thought it was the
blood of his wife that saved him.Since then,
he started killing innocent humans
for their blood using
the same penknife that he use to cut his wife.

But,he does not drink them.
He took bath with it.

One night,when the full moon
glimmered through the sea of darkness,
Elijah went to search for
another victim.

He saw a young girl sitting on the
pavement.
Her face was pale as corpse
but incredibly perfect.
Her eyes was glimmering just like the
moon.

Elijah stood still in front of her,
completely hypnotized.

The girl looks exactly like
Elizabeth Mary Young.
She smiled sweetly showing her perfectly
white teeth.
Elijah's jaws dropped,still hypnotized.

The girl's name was
Bathory.

She started to walk,heading towards a manor.
Elijah followed silently behind her.
Bathory took him into a large
room full of corpse.
Elijah did not care,his eyes was on Bathory.

She smiled again,
just a little bit above freezing point.
Suddenly,everything happened so fast.

A large spiked metal ball
hit Elijah hardly.
His body was in pieces.
Blood spurted everywhere.

Bathory clapped her hands.
Her mission has been
accomplished.

Exactly at 12 midnight,
September 13th.


That was
the series of
{A NOBLE EVENTS OF A GARBAGE PICKER}


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