She looked up at the window where I stood and with a shrug of her shoulders marched towards the door, letting her in.I walked, slowly, downstairs and ...azed across at the woman that I had married. She stood, arms folded, looking at me with a resolute expression on her face. "Before I say anything to you look at this email I received and tell me if it's all true." I handed her the print I had made. She stared suspiciously at it, then took and slowly read it. I noticed that she became pale and. Heighward began to come forwards to declare the winner. The second I felt his true strength slip, I launched myself into a standing position, spun on my heel and swiped my sword straight at the man’s neck, taking his head off. A huge gasp and several screams lifted in the audience. Heighward was spattered with blood but I didn’t care. I was furious. The voice once again said, “Vincent?” I simply turned and threw my sword in the direction of the voice and stalked away. I walked down the nearest. When I hit the age of 18, I left with my uncle to work at this company a long ways away from home. My dad was cool about it, mom cried, and my sister, she was balling her eyes out. Constantly pulling my arm back into the house. I got down on my knees to her level, held her by her shoulders, and told her that she was my best friend and that I'd come back soon. It was Friday, 2:43PM, I had finally reached home after a long plane ride. Standing on the porch at my front door, I rung the door bell. It was true, I was thinking it earlier myself. I had been a complete bitch but still was that reason enough for the situation I found myself in now. ?Secondly Jessica. What you did last night was unforgivable. We just wanted to start off with that. I’m guessing you must feel thirsty so Michelle brought you some water and then we’re going to leave you alone for a little whilst we work out what we’re going to do with you? What they were going to do with me? That didn’t sound so good.